Not as it seems

Part 3

“Come in Avery,” Mr. Brinson beckoned from the other side of the heavy, steel door before I even knocked. When I stepped inside of the office, I saw him sitting at his huge oak desk, watching a video of some sort on his computer. “Security footage. Unimportant.” He answered the question I was wondering before I even asked.

I have been living and training in the UIA since I was born and I have known Mr. Brinson since the beginning. He has always been one of the best spies in our organization, hence the reason he is our boss, yet he still continues to impress me daily. Mr. Brinson is more similar to the spies you see in the movies: he is tall and muscular with cold, unrevealing eyes, that have probably seen things they wish they hadn’t seen.

“Recording, please.” I handed over the chip and in exchange, he handed me a decently thick file.

“New mission?” I asked while I curiously began to look through the contents of the file. He didn’t answer right away, but soon enough my previous excited expression became one of confusion and disappoint. “Wait a second. So, I’m supposed to babysit some spoiled teenage girl because her father could be connected to some big drug deal? How is that going to help anything?”

Mr. Brinson sighed and corrected me, “You are not babysitting some spoiled teenage girl. You are tutoring her. Lucky for us she is failing all her high school classes and is in desperate need of a tutor. And since you are basically a genius compared to most normal kids, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for you. Plus, she’s also your age.”

“How does that-”

“It’ll be easy. You get free access to her house so you just have to try and look around while you’re there and see if her father is up to any suspicious business,” Mr. Brinson got up and started ushering me out the door. “Maybe try and become the girl’s friend too and see if she can reveal anything to you. Most likely she doesn’t know anything, but see if you can get something out of her.”

“But-”

“Good luck. Be at her house tomorrow at four o’clock.” He then shut the heavy, steel door in my face and I stood there completely dumbfounded. “It’ll be easy. Just become her friend”? I barely have any friends to begin with! I mean I’m friends with a few of the kids of other agents at the UIA, but that’s mostly because our parents are friends or have gone on missions together. I don’t just go out and make friends regularly.