Prolouge:
Run. That was the thought that rushed through my head as I ran for my life. A song played through my head. I don't know what it was called. It went:
'Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run rabbit.' God only knows why I thought of that song at a time like this. The names Russ. Jordan Russ. I've always wanted to introduce myself that way, and oh the irony it coming from a James Bond movie, were everything is about spies and blowing up stuff. Well you see, I'm your real life James Bond. Yes, me Jordan Russ, is a spy. Best spy in the country even.
No one can match me. I might be a girl, I might look sweet and innocent. But I have faced dangers greater than your worst nightmares. Okay, slight exaggeration, but my work is still pretty dangerous. Oh, and I'm 17, a senior at High School. Sort of like the cliche story of School Girl by day, Spy at night, type thing.
Back to what I origionally stated. I was running. Running for my life infact. One of the worlds biggest terrorists planted a bomb in one of America's biggest shopping malls. So I had 3 minutes to dissarm the bomb, but I couldn't do it because it was locked. Normally I would have been able to, but today, really wasn't my day.
I had managed to stall the bomb from exploding. I drove to the outskirts of town, an threw the bomb into a lake. I, being really strong, got the bomb dead centre in the lake. Before I threw it though I knew I had about 10 seconds left, and nobody wanted to be anywhere near that bomb when it wnet off.
10. I threw it.
9. It landed.
8. I ran.
7. Have I mentioned that the forest is really really dense and almost impossible to run through.
6. I fell.
5. I got up and continued to run.
4. I could see the border of the trees, where the road meets the forest.
3. I could make out the car.
2. I fell. Again.
1. I got up and continued to run.
0. The bomb went off. To say it was loud was an understatement. I was knocked off my feet by the sheer force of the bomb and I could feel the water of the lake that I had dumped it in on my back.
But everyone was safe. Mission Accomplished. Good job, if I do say so myself. I got up and brushed the dirt off of my pure black skin tight suit, the Spy Agency Uniform.
I went over to my car and got in. Looking in the review mirror I caught sight of my reflection. Naw, really. You look in the mirror, you expect to find a dinosaur looking back at you. But no. It is you..... My sarcastic side thought.
My dark brown hair was everywhere and my eyes looked alight and filled with adreniline. Also there was a few cuts and scraps that would bruise badly.
" Great." I muttered to myself. Just then my phone beeped. I opened it up to reveal a message from my mother.
' Be at head quaters ASAP. Mr Spencer wants to talk to you about a new mission. Hope your other mission went well. Don't forget to do your homework!! Love Mum.'
Only my mother would incorperate a normal life and an abnormal lifestyle into one sentence. I wondered what Mr Spencer's new mission for me would be about? Guess I should get going then, I'm about 30 minutes from Base.
I hurridly replied to my mothers text message saying that the mission went well, that I was on my way and that I had finished my homework. Brushing my hair out of my face, I set off to find out what my next mission would be........
With my reckless but safe driving, I arrived at the Spy Head Quaters within 15 minutes. I walked straight up to Mr Spencer's office and knocked on the door.
" Come in." His gruff voice answered me. I walked into the small, but cluttered office. We had a lot of spies in the agency, but we had to keep it on the down low so no one knew about us. Therefore our Head Quaters was a small building.
" Ah. Jordan. So lovely to see you again. Been a while. Anyway down to buisness. We need you to go undercover inside a school. We believe that a certain young man named Zach Jones has been spotted at the scene of many robberies. Here are the files to look over." He said as he handed me a rather large and heavy folder. The thing that I loved about Mr Spencer is that he goes straight to the point and doesn't muck around.
I flipped through the files to reveal a rather handsome young man. He still had his boyish features though. He had bright blue eyes and a mishcevious grin. I read the text below saying that he was the same age and year as me. It also said that the robberies were for various things, constantly changing. That's what baffled me.
" Your mission, is to find out what he is doing with all these things, and put a stop to it." I looked up at Mr Spencer with a smirk on my face, and replied.
" When do I start?"
A/N: So this is the prolouge to my new story! Please Vote, Love & Comment. Oh and don't forget to check out my other stories as well!! ~ Owlet.
