Agent Benjamin Ripley

Chapter 3

I forgot to do this before, but I don't hecking own Spy School. I know this is really short. 

Hale Building

CIA Academy Of Espionage

February 12

1200

I wandered down the hallways aimlessly. Yesterday had been Murray's funeral. I didn't miss him. I was more in shock that I really had ever been. It had been so sudden. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I almost didn't hear my name being called to go to the principal's office.

When I entered, Cyrus Hale was standing at attention by the door, prepared for action in sweatpants, a band t-shirt and a fanny pack, as usual. The principal was glaring at me. "I can't believe you're activating him AGAIN!" He whined to Cyrus, who sighed and repeated his mantra.

"We just have to let you know. We don't need your help or your permission." The principal huffed, and crossed his arms, pouting like a three year old. "I still don't understand why you haven't activated me in the last 10 years."

"That's because you're an idiot." Cyrus shot back. The principal scoffed, going back to his computer. I could hear the sound of his game from here. Shaking my head at the principal's antics, I turned to Cyrus.

"What's the problem?" His posture shifted to ready position as he started to explain.

"We believe there is a new organization, one connected to the arms dealers that Erica was supposed to take out." The old man smiled slightly at his granddaughter's name.

"We need you and the old gang to get back together to find out who it is."

The old gang, I thought to myself. That would mean me, Erica, Chip, Zoe, Jawa, and Mike. We were missing one person. Warren. Warren is dead, I reminded myself sternly. He was a mole and you never liked him anyway. But I couldn't help but feel sad as I remembered his funeral. Warren's mom, Jillian had been sobbing her eyes out. She was a single mother, Warren's father had abandoned them years before. He was her only son, and I couldn't help but think that she was truly alone in the world now. Murray didn't have any family members show up to his funeral. His parents were too busy to show up to their youngest son's wake. I was lucky that I had a family who cared for me. I barely saw them now. Part of being a spy is that I had to give up seeing my family much. With Erica, it's easier. All of her family knows about espionage. I snapped back into reality as the principal finished his speech on how to be careful, ending it with 'I would do better if I was activated.'

"I'll go get packed." I walked down to my room, contemplating on how I was going to tell everyone. When I arrived in my room, however, I was shocked at what I saw. It was pitch black, and the lights were working. Suddenly, a hand with a rag covered my mouth, and for the third time in two days, I felt the hard and cold barrel of a gun against my head. 

"Don't move or I'll shoot." The voice hissed.