Spy Academy

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Tell me if you want a part 2
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"Ugh. Where am I?"

I sit up in a all gray room and touch my head trying to stop the throbbing. I rack my brain trying to remember something, but then I realize a crucial part.

"Who am I?"

I look frantically around trying to find a clue to help recall something. My eyes land on a silver briefcase that is on a table in front of me.

How oblivious am I?

I slowly rise on shaking legs and wobble towards the table. I slam my hands on it trying to stay steady. I pull the brief case towards me using one hand; it as an simple flip lock on it. I open it and inside is a tablet.

I pick the tablet up and feel around for a switch. I press on something that is slightly sticking out and the tablet's screen glows brightly. Once the light dims a picture of a building appears on the screen.

"Welcome X. I see you have found the case. Though right now you are probably wondering who you are." The tablet said.

"Yes!" I exclaim.

"Well X. You are about to go on a dangerous mission so we decided it would be best if we erased your memories for your protection." The voice explain.

"I seriously agreed to do this?!"

"For this mission you will attend a school for spies. You have to graduate top of the class in order to catch the attention of an secret organization."

"Is this for real?!"

"You will attend the school under the name Gwen Moore. The rest of the indeed information will be printed out of this tablet shortly."

There was a buzzing sound then several sheets of paper come out of it and descend onto the table.

Where did the paper come from?

"We won't be able to contact you during your mission until you come home for break. Now a person will come here shortly to take you to the school so it best hurry and memorize the info."

I set the tablet down and quickly read through the papers; I feel like it is all being store into a file in my brain. I close my eyes and think about the info to make sure I knew it; I see every word clearly in my head.

Woah!

"Also this tablet will self destruct in thirty seconds. Be sure to destroy the papers too."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Ahhhhhh!" I scream.

I throw the paper away from me then crumble up the paper and throw it at the tablet. I dive under the table and put my hands over my ears; I curl up into a ball.

Boom!

A bright light flashes through the entire dull color room blinding me momentarily. Once the light subsides I crawl out from under the table and see a small burning flame in the corner; I gape at it.

What am I suppose to do?!

A small part of the wall opens and a man's head pokes in. He looks around and looks a little startle at the fire.

"Hi?" I say.

He quickly turns his head towards me.

"I'm suppose to pick up a Gwen Moore and take her to Celeste Academy." He informs me.

"That's me."

I walk over to him and go past him through the door. My eyes start to water trying to focus on the brightness of everything around me. When they do finally adjust I see I am in a long white hall way; a change from the dull room I was in before.

There are a few other doors along the hallway and one straight ahead. I walk down the hall with the driver right behind me. I open the door and the driver closes it behind us.

We are outside and it appears to be a forest. There in a dirt drive way is a black SUV. We get into it and after driving a while the driver breaks the silence.

"I'm an agent like you. A newbie though. I'm mostly in charge of the get away car." He explains.

"Did I know you?" I ask.

"No. I've heard of you though. You are a well known agent amongst us. You're a person of legend." The driver informs me.

I nod and there is silence until after a few hours we arrive at the school.

"Your stuff was mailed here ahead of time."

I nod and get out the car; I slam the door behind me. He drives away and I turn around to face Celeste Academy that is actually a spy school.

I hope this works out okay.

I sigh and head towards a life of danger, sadness, and regret to come.

Am I really prepared?






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