Chapter 1:
Camille whispered quietly, making sure to conceal her excitement, fully aware that her dream had come true, that she had reclaimed what was truly hers. "I got it" she whispered to her red-headed companion, unveiling the object from it's purple ominous cape covering. As Grace began to gasp, Camille began to pull it away from her, stating only "When the time is right" before walking away, leaving Grace alone in the abandoned train station.
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"I'm sick of this."Bazif murmured, intending that no should hear it, a
simple vent of anger that he needed to release, beads
of sweat dripped down his forehead, staining the newly polished rocks. "What did you say?" Justin retorts, storming over to his area of work, grabbing his shovel and throwing into a nearby ditch. "YOU made the decision to join. Not me. And I don't tolerate complaining." "I'm sorry, ple-ple-ase don't fire me, I need this job, fo-for my fam-fam-ily" Bazif says, beginning to tear, his lip quivering ferociously. "It's too late, Bazif, you're off my squadron." Justin walks away, Bazif beginning to sob, as tears fall into the nearby sand, dust covering up the job he once did. Turning around, he begins to walk towards the entrance, when a strange figure begins to approach him. "Hi, I'm Camille."
Chapter 2:
"Have you ever wished to get rid of something? Something larger than life, something bigger than yourself?" Bazif begins to shift uncomfortably in his metallic seat, feeling unsettled in this strange area that this anonymous girl, only known as Camille, had brought him to. " Well, I-I gu-gu-ess I do want to get rid of m-y b-o-ss." He responded, expecting only rude rebuttal in return. "Perfect." She whispered, removing her black robe to display long brunette hair, and nails the size of thin markers. "ADAMS?!" Bazif yelled standing upright from his seat, clutching his hands and preparing them for attack. "Yes, and Foley's here too. You're a part of US now." Bazif stared into the eyes of Adams, understanding fully that he had brought himself into this situation, and that it would be nearly impossible to escape. Slightly nodding his head, he straightens himself up, asking boldly "Who is Foley?", as if to prove that he himself was strong, however noting that his voice sounded more of a squeak then a deep menacing voice. "Time will tell." She responded, out-stretching her long and distasteful nails out towards a figure in the darkness, only distinguishable by their strawberry-colored hair. Walking out of her shadow, Foley appears, displaying herself in a zipped red leather jacket and yoga pants, with a scarf dangled around her neck. Her hair was in a bun, except for two strands that curled in front of her face. "YOU call me Foley. That's how it's gonna work. Ok? I lead you and you follow. You have no authority over me or anyone else, got it Bazif?" Speechless, Bazif simply nods his head and stares at Camille, who was in the truly horrific proccess of trimming her outgrown nails, strands shooting out in every corner, as Foley attempted to dodge them. Unable to hold his disgust, Bazif simply asks "Why are you doing that?" The room drops to an eerily quiet, while Camille's hazel eyes transform into a blood red, staring into Bazif's eyes with a certain mix of confusion and anger. Gasping loudly, she merely then returned to her work, saying nothing to Bazif or Foley. She would remain this way for 3 hours, until breaking the silence, stating this long paragraph:
"Hello, again. Sorry I was occupied. As you all know, my name is Camille Adams, and I work for the TFAC, Teens Fighting Against Crime. I was the only agent sent here, only sent to do small tasks, and truly everything was in perfect order, until 3 weeks ago. A breach occured at Richard Bernotas Middle School, undoubtly by one of the students
