Infiltration and Eavesdropping- A Spy Book

Chapter One

 "Beep ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep..." an alarm clock buzzes. My eyes slowly open and I groggily get to my feet. I'm in a soft carpeted room with faded pink walls and a master canopy bed draped in white fabric. Everything looks so perfect but something feels off. I just can't... quite...

This isn't my room. In fact I don't think that I have ever seen this room in my life. Panic sets in and unanswered questions rush into my head. What am I doing here? Why is the door locked? Will that awful beeping sound stop?

I spin, looking around the room, and assess my situation. I don't seem to be in any immediate danger. Actually this room seems quite nice. Was I kidnapped? I don't think so. There isn't any reason that someone would want me. I live in a run-of-the-mill house with my dad. My life is terribly plain; the only thing remotely interesting is my dad's paranoia about President Harrison. If anything bad happens, something as small as getting a paper cut to something as substantial as total world destruction, my dad blames it on the government. He is so crazily scared that he made me go through "boot camp" for a month. He would get me up with a whistle at the crack of dawn and make me go through various training exercises including shooting a cardboard cutout of President Harrison from forty feet away, doing push-ups with a weight on my back, and escaping a locked room.  It might have taught me a lot but that didn't stop me from punching his face bloody when it was over.  We just had that kind of hate-hate slightly less relationship.

I try to remember what he said. Check how sturdy the doors and windows are. I walk to the door and try the handle. Nothing happens. I hurl myself at the wood to no avail. The windows are just as strong. No matter what I do to them, their glass is staying where it is. Check the walls. I walk over to the pink wall and kick it. Ouch! Is that metal? I rub my hand against it and find it cold. Well that's bad. I run my fingers over the entire room in hopes of finding some crack. Nothing. If all else fails try to get help. Without a phone calling someone isn't an option so I'll have to use the old fashioned method. I scream. Loud.