Spy school Truth or Dare & other random games (suggestions are welcome)

Chapter 1 (Part III): Hacking the mainframe

Zoe's POV:

Mike, Trixie and I are currently sneaking through the subterranean tunnels of spy school. Ben had once snuck in with Erica before (ooh, Berica) and since this school was an exact replica of old spy school, Ben still roughly knew how to sneak into the office without being spotted by the security cameras. Unfortunately, the dorms were still horrible, and the toilets just made you want to throw up.

"Bring some antiseptic wipes," Ben said just before we headed off, "You know, to wipe off your fingerprints. I saw Erica do that when we snuck in." Thus, each of us had two or three packets of wipes in our pockets.

We arrived in front of the office. "I really hope that Ben isn't pranking us, and that the entry code is actually that idiotic. Well, here goes nothing," I muttered and keyed in the code, 12345678.

And it actually OPENED. All three of us snuck in.

"Alright," Trixie said, "I'll go get the dictionary, Zoe, you go write the email, and Mike will check the email and see what should be changed and you know, that kind of stuff."

"Why me?" I protested.

"Number one, you are the best at forging emails and stuff, and number two, you were the one who gave us the dare."

"Fine." I appeared at the log in page of the mainframe.

Trixie grabbed the dictionary, squinted at the word, then said, "Found it. The password is sd^342^$8jfdxu&5**!D."

"Yikes, say that again?"

"sd^342^$8jfdxu&5**!D."

"Gotcha." A loading sign appeared on the screen, and after a moment... 

Mainframe access granted

"We're in." I sighed in relief. I started composing an email to Cyrus Hale.

"Remember to add in a few typos," Mike reminded me.

"I know."

Trixie looked at us curiously. "Why would you add in typos?"

"Because the principal is an idiot. There's a reason his nickname is 'The Idiot'," Mike told her.

"It's a miracle that he even knows his own name," I added.

After a few more minutes, I sighed, "Phew. I'm done. What do you think about this?"

Dear Cyras,

I have herd that you has given Trixy Hale and Mike Bresinski detenshons. I want you to cansel them. I feel that we should not interfeer with their relashonship. You has given them many warnings, and if they do not lisen to you, we shuld just let them be. They might even descover by themselfes that relashonships are bad in spy busness. Also, the rules of this skool allow relashonships between the spys in training, and as much as I like the prospact of panishing them, the head of cia states that punishmants cannot be given out to studants who do not break the rules. 

Yours sinseerly,

Barnabus Sidebottom

"I think it's quite okay, really," Mike snickered. Trixie promptly agreed, and I sent the email. "Now let's go," Trixie said. 

"Oh no, I don't think so," I said.

"Neither do I," Mike said. Trixie raised an eyebrow at us.

"We literally have access to the CIA classified files! Most students here would commit mass murder just to have three minutes of access into the mainframe! Let's take a look at what's on here." I told her.