CHAPTER 1
“Guard the doors!” I command to the others, while I chase after the man. He was fast, but I was faster. I caught him and pinned him to the cold ground with my black stiletto boots. He looked scared.
“What do you want from me?” He asks in a shaky voice.
He knew what we wanted, but he was determined to play games. He planned on playing games until someone came and rescued him. But no one was coming; we’ve made sure of that.
“You know what we want Doctor Martins, and we are going to get it.”
He tried on a look of surprise but failed. Finally after a threat and two blows to the face he reached into his pocket finally and pulled out the prototype.
“You won’t get away with this.” He manages to say through mouthfuls of blood.
In a voice so cold that it could have frozen up the face of a little girl, I said; “We already did.”
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I examined the prototype, it didn’t look like much. In fact if you ask me it was a waste of our time. But I can’t say that to the headmistress. She must have a reason for sending us to La Rinconada, Peru. The temperature was below zero degrees at this time of the year and we had to bundle up which made the trip even harder.
“Come on, let’s go turn this in.” I say to my best friend Mira.
“Sorry Angel I can’t, I have a date with Scott.” She says in a sympathetic voice.
She probably did have had a date with Scott but the reason she didn’t want to go with me was because, she was afraid of the headmistress; everyone was. She can make a lion cower behind a rat with just one look. And when she spoke you better listen or you can start digging your own grave.
I wasn’t afraid of her, she might have saved me from an orphanage but it wasn’t like she gave me a better life than the one I could have had at the orphanage.
I walked down the beautifully furnished halls. At one point in time, when I was new, I thought it was the grandest most beautiful place I have ever been. But now one look at the crystal chandelier sent puke up my throat and back down into my stomach.
I hate this place. Everything and everyone in it except for my best friend Mira. The bright pink colors that were supposed to lighten the mood of the A1 wing only darkened mine. The gold tinted chairs looked like they were there to put on a show; everything looked like it was there to make people feel comfortable. It was all way too perfect and suspicious.
I walked into the headmistress’s office and looked around. It looked exactly the same as the last time I was here (which by the way was four years ago). Why she is now deciding that we bring the prototype to her I don’t understand. We usually just give it to Jerry (the mission instructor) and he usually puts it in who know where.
The same expensive furniture and the same boring wall color. Who ever thought that vomit green was a good wall color was pretty stupid, but then again what do I know, I’m just a student.
“Angel, have a sit.” That was it. No hello or longs time no see just a have a sit.
Disgusted with her and her walls I have a sit.
“As you know this academy is in fact the best spy school, unknown to man, we will like to keep that reputation.”
What does this have to do with me? Instead of asking, I just nod my head as if I cared when really I didn’t give a damn.
“This is where you come in Angel.”
“Me?” I ask wondering once more what this could possibly have to do with me.
She tried to smile, but it looked more like an evil witch smile that little kids are afraid of. Her face was so tight (with the help of her bun) that she could not muster up any humanly facial expression.
“You my doll are one of our best students so you get the privilege of showing the new student around.”
She says privilege like I was meeting the president. I hate it when people call me names like doll. The thing that really pissed me off was that she knew that and yet she called me doll about a million times.
“His name is Hayden you’ve heard of him. Haven’t you?
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Only about a million times, I think to myself. “Yeah, I have.”
“You answer me with Yes not yeah Angel, you should know that by now.” She says in a condescending voice.
“Yes ma’am” I ball up my fist and look down at the neon pink rugs that did not go together with the walls, which only made me want to puke my guts out even more than I already wanted to.
Everyone has heard of Hayden he was the legend and the star like in sports. He was the best spy that any school ever had, so it was no doubt or surprise that he has actually gone on a real mission. The real surprise was that he failed the mission. Now all he has to go on with is the name. He was no legend and everyone knows it. So it’s still a surprise that the headmistress invited him to join THE INTERCEPT.
“I trust you to be pleasant to our new student tomorrow, won’t you Angel?”
“Yeah I mean Yes ma’am.”
“Good, he will be here tomorrow morning so I would prefer if you be at my office at 7 am.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I trust you won’t be late?”
She says it like a question and if you did not see the expression on her face you would have thought that it was. But the expression on her face says; don’t you dare walk into my office even one minute late. If you do you should be ready to face the consequence which by the way is spending the rest of the semester in the basement of the school.
As awesome as that might sound it is not. The basement of the school has not been cleaned since the day it was built. The school was built in the 1800s and around that time there were a lot of wars going on. The school happened to be a safe place to hide the ammunition and other gross things I would rather not talk about. But if you ever spend any time in the basement of the school, it would be the worst time of your life. There is no light in the basement and when they throw you in there they do not give you a flashlight, so you are free to wonder around and try not to die. But the problem is that out of every two kids thrown in there at least one comes back with a bruise or something worse.
I looked at the headmistress’s perfectly made up face and smiled the fakest smile I could muster.
“I would not disappoint.”
With that I got up and walked out of her office.
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Action“Guard the doors!” I command to the others, while I chase after the man. He was fast, but I was faster. I caught him and pinned him to the cold ground with my black stiletto boots. He looked scared. “What do you want from me?” He asks in a shaky voi...
