The Problems Of A Most Wanted Spy and A Fangirl

The Problems Of A Most Wanted Spy and A Fangirl 

I raced down the halls looking for an exit; I had previously memorized the layout of the building. I kept looking back to see if I was being tailed. That's basic 101. You don't look back. Luckily I wasn't being tailed and found the exit escaping into the bright daylight of Germany. 

I quickly found a little alley that was deserted. There's another rule break. No alleys. I reached into my backpack. I pulled out some non black clothes and tourist gear and quickly slipped them on. I looked like a normal tourist now. 

I'm Jenny Walker and I'm 16, and as you probably already guessed, I'm no normal teenager. I'm a British spy (and the best in the biz just to put it out there). I'm wanted in multiple countries for my work; that's why I couldn't be tailed. 

I took the diamond I had stolen out of my special pouch and grabbed my sunglasses, slipping the diamond into the built in compartment in them. I put my sunglasses on and headed out to the streets of Germany. I had to get home. I was wanted here. I was going to find a taxi. I raised my hand up to hail a taxi and when one pulled over I hopped inside. 

"Wo verpassasen?" (Where to miss?) the taxi driver asked. 

"Zum nächstgelegenen Flughafen bitte?" (To the nearest airport please?) I asked. 

Did I mention I speak fluently in 68 languages including sign language and Morse code? 

The taxi driver nodded and took off at a rapid speed. 

I forgot how crazy the drivers were here. 

He pulled up to the airport. 

"Dank!" (Thanks!) I said, quickly tossing him a taxi fee. 

"Haben einen guten tag verpassen!" (Have a good day miss!) the taxi driver said as I shut the door. I hurried into the airport and bought the first ticket to Ireland. From there I was going to take a boat to England. I knew that if I landed directly in England the people who were after me would suspect it. 

The lady at the desk asked to see my passport so I showed her the special fake one I had made for my missions. I hurried onto the plane and enjoyed the safe trip to Ireland. 

*a while later* 

I landed in Ireland an hour later. When I got off the plane I headed straight to the travel agency. There was a lady sitting at the rentals section of the travel agency so I headed to her. 

"Maith ar maidin!" (Good morning!) she said kindly. 

"Bhfuil tú ag labhairt na Fraince?" (Do you speak French?) I asked. Today I was planning on acting French. 

"Oui!" (Yes!) the lady said. "Comment puis-je vous aider aujourd'hui madame?" (How can I help you today ma'am?) 

I sat down, "Je me demandais si vous pouviez me trouver une location de bateau?" (I was wondering if you could help me find a rental boat?) 

She nodded, "Oui je peux! suffit de vous inscrire ici et je peux vous en procurer un très rapidement. mais je dois d'abord voir votre lincese la navigation de plaisance." (yes I can! Just sign up here and I can get one very quickly. But I must first see your boating license.) 

I nodded and pulled out my wallet handing her the fake boating license. 

She examined it and then handed it back to me. 

"Je serai juste une minute." (I'll be just a minute.) She headed to the back of the travel agency and I pulled out my phone because I got a text.