A New Identity

Chapter 1

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"Agent 16"

I glanced upwards coming face to face with a man. He looked in his fifties, and had stress written on the wrinkles lining his forehead. His eyes were cold, bored and uninterested. Judging his posture, it was clear he was tedious and completely tired.

I don't blame him.

For all I know he has to manage the CIA, and that is not a simple job. Dealing with inhuman humans, can tire even the most hardworking people on the planet. I'm not joking.

"Yes Mr Greynolds?"

"16, I've got a task for you."

Doesn't he always.

"What is it, Grey?"

Mr. Greynolds cringed at my nickname for him. I mean he looks grey. His hair was grey, his eyes were grey, his suit was grey, need I go on?

"Come to my office, it's an important matter to discuss!"

His sudden sharp tone reminded me he was not a guy to mess with. I mean come on, this guy has no sense of humor.

Sighing, I got up from the bench in the main hall, and followed Mr Greynolds feeling grey.

I had just got back from a two week mission in Chicago, after successfully busting a drug deal but managing to still get shot in the arm. Humph! This guy gives no one any time to rest.

My Vans squeaked against the polished floors as we walked towards a door marked "Mr .Greynolds- Main Office". Mr Greynolds stopped abruptly. Wiping out a white card, he pressed it against the door frame. A bleep sounded and the door handle clicked. Grasping the door handle, he pulled it and we both walked in. Mr Greynolds placed himself in a black chair across a room and folded his hand over his chest in a business like manner.

I surveyed the room, taking in the new surrondings. I had one word to say.

Wow.

My mouth widened. His desk was made out of pure mahogany, while the walls were a cream colour. The room was spacious, decorated from top to bottom in high-tech gadgets. The ceiling was decorated with exotic patterns and one stunning chandelier hung radiantly. Pictures and photo albums lined the shelf, while drawers were placed at the other side of the room. Mr Greynolds might even be more of an interesting character. I didn't know this boring man had a sense of style, style that fits perfectly and weirdly.

"If you only come here to gaze at furniture and examine my office, I shouldn't have hired you at all" Mr Greynolds snarled

Well I guess some people never change at all.

"Sorry Sir."

Why couldn't the CIA have chosen a more funny and interesting person instead of Jack Frost?

"Right let's get down to business shall we?" Greynolds announced.

Getting of his chair, he crossed to the other side of the room, reaching the shelves. Producing a bunch of keys from his pocket, he chose one and proceeded to open a large box. Opening it he began to shuffle through several layers of folders, muttering under his breath. He stopped at a slightly pink folder, and pulled it out. He grunted as he got up from his knees and gingerly rubbed his back. Crossing the room again, he returned to his former place. Flopping down on the chair, he slammed the folder directly in front of me.

The folder was marked "Hillview High". I frowned.

"What has this got to do with me?"

"Do you know Hillview High at all?"

"No." I shrugged.

"It's a high school located in London."

"What?"

"I said-

I cut off Mr Greynolds with a raised eyebrow.

"You mean I'm going to London for this damn mission?"

"Let me finish!" Greynolds sighed and warily glanced at me.

"Right, there's been strange going ons in that school, and apparently it involves teachers and students."

"What kind of things?"

"We don't know yet but we've hired Agent 24 to be a student and he said there are some things that are really out of the ordinary."

"Why can't you hire someone else?"

"First of all you're a teenager and you'd be able to blend in, and I know you'll be able to find out things faster than Agent 24."

I grinned. Whoever Agent 24 is, Greynolds didn't certainly believe in him.

"So, what will I need to know about this mission?"

"Ah you don't need to know anything."

I'm so confused.

"Why?"

"16, I'm going to let you discover what's going on, because no one's really sure of what's going on in Hillview." "So everything is arranged for you and everything is all set."

I rolled my eyes.

"Is that all?"

"Yes 16." Mr Greynolds said in a boted tone.

I rolled my eyes. Again. I didn't like the fact that to Grey, I was just Agent 16. Couldn't he just call me Venice like my real name?

"Okay." I got up, trying to hide the irritation in my voice.

"Show yourself out 16."

He dismissed me with a wave, as though he couldn't wait to get rid of me. Which would probably be the case. Grouchy grinch.

Gritting my teeth in anger, I stormed out of his office.

And bumped into something. Looking up, I muttered under my breath. My eyes widened. I had bumped in to someone, not something. My eyes narrowed.

"Watch where you're going!" I growled at whoever it was. Looking up, I saw a boy my age. His black hair swept over his forehead. His jawline was strong and his eyebrows were perfectly shaped. I noticed his deep green eyes slightly narrowing at me. I had to say it looked cute.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" The boy growled.

"I could ask you the same thing, since you bumped into me."

"You clumsy girl, watch where you're going next time!"

Oh. Wait up. Who was he to tell me what I had to do? And calling me a clumsy girl takes it to far. I'm not clumsy, I prefer to be called a careful girl.

"Just who do you think you are calling me a clumsy girl?" I snarled. "For your information, jerk, if you had been using your eyes this wouldn't have even happened."

"Jerk, is that all you could come up with?"

"Not if you'd like me to call you worse things which you've never ever heard of!"

He smirked. "Like what, clumsy?"

He emphasised on the clumsy part.

"Oh, like you're a ba-

"Enough!"

Turning around, I saw Mr. Greynolds, with rage boiling on his face.

"You will stop arguing right now!" "I will not tolerate this kind of childish behaviour.

Taking a deep breath in, he continued.

"You'll have to get on well , since you're both going to see each other more."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Agent 16, this is Ben." "He's Agent 24."

My jaw dropped to the floor. This couldn't be happening.