MISSION High School (Undercover Agent Marie)

MISSION H.S DAY 1 [part1] (COMPLETED)

Professor Duncan was my favourite teacher who handled chaotic situations well and kept any crowd at bay with his smart choices of words. As a young agent, I'd always copy his way of talking and clung to his every advice like it was the only way I could live.

And frankly, it was. Professor Duncan might seem like those strict and unreasonable teachers at first (because a slight disruption and disrespect wasn't tolerated at all in his classes. You wouldn't want to know what happened to young agents who thought a little note passing during a weaponry lecture is unnoticeable.) but his every action has a reason and his every word has a meaning. And he sure as hell earned the utmost respect from the majority of the students.

And when they told us Prof Duncan was to train the adult agents back at the Masked Headquarters for a few years you could just imagine the irksome doubt I had about how good the replacement would be. And my gut feeling proved right.

The new replacement was a middle-aged agent who apparently had been in the agency for five years. He said it as if it was something to be proud of in front of the young agents from the junior elite team who'd been in the masked agency for at least ten years.

I disliked him at first glance.

He was everything that Prof Duncan was not and when he seized us up and commented brusquely that he was expecting an 'elite group and not some skinny, unfit teens' like we weren't there, any hopes that he was going to earn any respect around here flew out of the window.

So when I saw the new teacher's name on the board outside of the briefing room in the morning, I couldn't help but turn sour. I signed the attendance board and sat at the corner once I was inside.

05:55

Five more minutes till the briefing. I slid my bag to the floor and took out my tracker device which I redesigned secretly to have games in it. I held my tracker under the table and started going through the applications installed in it, a habit that I picked up during a mission when I needed to fit in with a lot of spoiled teenage girls. The habit stuck.

I heard the door close and put back my tracker to sit up straight.

"Morning agents."

Morning briefings had never been interesting, if anything, it was probably the most boring part of a mission because it was only reminders of the rules that were crucial or the rules that had been disobeyed recently. Even during Prof Duncan's briefings, I needed to put everything in my willpower to sit still and listen.

So now that the new teacher talked, I really just wanted to look like I was listening. And with very little effort, perhaps my annoyance towards his memorised speech was recognisable.

"You can do whatever you want to get your missions done. Kill when you have to. Cover your tracks but never, ever leave attachments--"

"Marie..."

"MARIE! Are you even listening!?"

He snatched the knife I took from my pocket and had been toying with and pointed it to the pulse in my neck. I didn't flinch, I knew he wouldn't dare cut.

"Yes sir!" I saluted, refraining myself from sounding sarcastic.

"Good, now because agent Marie over here thinks she's already done with morning briefing, you may all walk in your new assignments without the rest of your briefing," he said pointing at me.

I nodded keeping my straight face. If he thought he was getting anything from me because of this, he had another thing coming towards him. Besides, other agents in the room who were notably younger than me since the agents my age had just returned from our perspective missions a few days ago and had had the liberty of a few days off, looked at me in appreciation.