MISSION High School (Undercover Agent Marie)

MISSION H.S DAY 0

"Agent Belle, you're doing it all wrong," I gushed at the overly excited nine year old who kept on stabbing her victim (a life sized doll) in the stomach. She took out the nine inched training knife from the doll and looked at me askance.

I sighed, starting to explain what I was explaining the last two periods. "You need to draw enough blood from your victim to kill them instantly. The best place to thrust your weapons into is the brain and the heart. Not the stomach, again!" I ordered.

I took the doll while she took a fighting position. I tossed the doll in front of her. She quickly stabbed it in the head over and over again. "That's an okay job agent Belle, but for today, I'll just give you one star for Weaponry Defence class," I said taking the doll from the ground and inspecting it to see if it was still decent looking to be used by the next nine year old in line.

"Next--" I checked on the list, "agent Morés!"

Apparently, Drew Kellace, the principal of Masked School and the founder of Masked agency thought it was a great idea to assign me as a substitute teacher for elementary students.

I didn't mind working with kids here. They all knew how it worked in Masked, no drama, no talks, no jokes, no bullying. But it was another thing when you take my day off to fill in as a Weaponry Defence teacher without any compensation in allowance whatsoever.

I sighed, sitting on my bed. Kellace literally ruined this 'after mission day off' for me.

"AGENT MARIE! REPORT TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!"

And there went my free period.

I grunted, stood on my feet and brushed off any wrinkles on my shirt.

"I REPEAT! AGENT MAR--"

"I know! Shut up I'm coming," I shouted at the blaring speaker. I zigged-zagged through the corridors through shortcuts and stopped in front of the very familiar door.

"Come in," the voice inside said. I didn't hesitate to twist the knob and slipped inside the bright and well-air conditioned room. "Agent Marie, please sit down," Kellace said urgently.

I frowned knowing something was terribly wrong. Kellace rummaged through the carefully stacked papers and pulled out a purple mission file. He stuffed the file in front of me. "Start reading!" He commanded as he rummaged through the papers once more.

(UNDERCOVER MISSION, AGENT JANRED)

I closed the file immediately, my eyebrows jumping in surprise. It was absolutely taboo here in Masked for agents to read the file of other people's missions. Privacy of each individual were to be maintained so that less faithful agents won't give away their colleagues. Not that It'd ever really happened anymore since the release of the new and more strict rules. "I'm sorry Kellace, this belongs to agent Janred," I reasoned. I pushed the file back to him.

He stopped looking of the papers and stared at me dead in the eye. "It belonged to agent Janred, agent Marie," he said seriously, "he died in his mission. But unlike any other missions where the mission will be crossed out as failed and was finished off by another agent with the remaining reports and we all live happily ever after again, the targets went missing."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Aside from killing agent Janred, the victims killed five other agents on the search team."

"When was this mission supposed to be finished?" I asked. I'd never heard of this mission before, 6 people went dead usually would be a big talk in Masked. But then again if this mission was supposed to be done long ago. Maybe the gossiping happened while I was doing a mission and when I got back the topic was off the board?

Either way, Kellace must be desperate enough to call for my help. Since agent Janred, if I remember correctly, was one of the people chosen to be on the elite undercover team for the adults.

"A month ago," he said, his voice straining. "We just got a new information about these people. That's why we're calling on another mission on this.

"The basic information about the victims are written on that file, the new location and undercover profile you will have to know are in the green file I stacked here somewhere."

I stared at him taking out a green file. He put it on top of the purple one.

"It's a Mission High School," he said looking at his watch. "I'm sorry that this mission is such a rush, agent Marie, but I trust you with these types of missions. Now if you'd please read the files and conclude your hypothesis, you'll leave tomorrow."

Wait what? Tomorrow?

"Is that clear agent Marie?" The stern voice he was using left me no space to object his decisions. "Yes sir," I said picking up the two files and exited from the room.

I walked my way into the Mission Plan room and put my name under the mission for tomorrow. "Okay," I muttered, "Mission High School, just pretend to be another student in a school right? How hard is that?"

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Yes I know this chapter is crappy.

And short

And too much of a rush

But it's better than nothing right? I'll do better in the next chapter I promise.

But for now
Ciao Peeps!