Mitski (August 18, 2025, 10:37 AM)
"If you would let me finish first."
"No, Mitski. We know." Bec rubbed her fingers across her forehead.
"This is not my fault. I did not do this. And I swear, if someone finds out about this, it's game over."
"Well maybe, if you'd shut up more, we'll be fine!"
Four years ago...
(April 6, 2021, 11:37 AM)
The door swung open just as my fingers hit 'Ctrl' and 'Tab,' causing the memes page to vanish from my screen. Dr. Wayford, a tall, imposing figure with sharp eyes, stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, scanning the room with a scrutinizing gaze. His presence commanded silence, and the room instantly hushed.
"Hmm..." I kept my eyes glued to the screen, avoiding his piercing stare. The page displayed an eternal paragraph on Shakespeare's literature journey, written in an ornate calligraphy style I disdainfully dubbed 'squiggle font.'
"Henry's watching 'Attack of the Hail' instead of reading," Gail's voice rang out from three rows behind me, her tone a mix of tattletale glee and boredom.
Dr. Wayford's eyebrows lifted slightly. "When?" he questioned, his tone patient yet firm.
"Just now," Gail replied with a smug grin.
"No," he sighed, pulling out his phone with a casual flick of his wrist. "When... did I ask?" His eyes, cold and calculating, turned to me. "Mr. Schwartz."
My stomach dropped. I'm screwed. In this situation, a trip to Detention would be the best-case scenario, followed by a visit to the principal's office. Reluctantly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. "Yes, Dr. Wayford?"
"The principal is calling you." His voice was low, almost disappointed. Crap. I gathered my belongings and left the classroom, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the marble floors of the empty corridors. This wasn't just any school; this was the Federal Bureau of Investigation's private academy for orphans. Not your typical educational institution—it was a training ground for future secret agents. We were taught the intricacies of investigations, understanding human behavior, and how to identify suspects. The fact that we were all orphans meant that if one of us had to be sacrificed for the mission, there'd be no one left behind to mourn.
I entered Principal Wiggins' office, a small, cluttered space with stacks of folders and books precariously balanced on every available surface. She acknowledged me with a nod and handed me a folder emblazoned with bold letters on the top. My heart skipped a beat. Is this what I think it is?
"U-Green Narcotics Case?" I murmured, puzzled, my eyes flicking up to meet hers. Principal Wiggins, a woman in her late forties with sharp features softened only slightly by a warm smile, nodded encouragingly.
"You will be working on your first case, Mr. Schwartz."
"Wait, you're not joking this time?" A grin spread across my face, and I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. "You're serious, Principal Wiggins?"
"Of course I am. And I hope you are serious as well." The weight of her words sank in, and fear slithered into my mind, tangling with my thoughts. The taste of blood brought me back to reality—I'd bitten my lip too hard. Principal Wiggins, ever observant, handed me a tissue.
"I don't think I can do this, Principal Wiggins..." My voice was muffled, trembling as I dabbed at my lip, trying to stem the blood. If I can't even handle myself, how can I manage a case? No.
"But I know you can," she said firmly, offering more tissues. "Besides, you have a team with you." Double no.
"Principal Wiggins, I appreciate your confidence in me, but I really—"
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Agent Zero
Mistero / ThrillerAfter a drug case reopens, Detective Mitski Schwartz and his team uncover a series of murders with suspicions of the company U-Green. With undercover operations and a bit of puzzling anagrams, he and his team fly through overwhelming scenes of the p...
