G.N Genova

Chapter 3

I quickly exit the Transport Pod as I enter the Weapons Room. You're probably wondering, "What the heck is a twelve year old girl doing in a weaponry?". Well here's why: I need weapons for my mission if I want to get rid of Dr. Moskowitz for good, or possibly just to throw him in jail. I walk over to the table and lay my jacket on it. Staring back at me are a million pockets stitched on the inside to hold my weapons. Then, I look up to the wall and see everything from bow and arrows to guns. Bingo. I grab my nun-chucks from my back pocket and place them in one of the pockets in my black leather jacket. I place a map, my watch, and other various items in there. I'm about to head out until Fletcher stands in the doorway holding up a phone.

"It's Louis." He smiles.

"Louis!"

Louis is my twenty year old brother who isn't into spying. I know, it should run in the family but Louis would rather be abroad in Paris dating French girls and drinking coffee in a cafe. It seems like a pleasure, but with my schedule I have no time. 

I grasp onto the phone, "Louis! How's Paris?"

"Amazing! The S-cargo is divine!" He replies.

I have no clue what he's talking about but I go along with it anyway, "Sounds yummy... I guess."

"It's snails, Gracie."

"Sounds gross."

"Any new missions yet?"

"Apparently the old loon busted out of jail again and is plotting his next attack on me. He has to get a life!"

"Ha ha. Try not to get hurt Gracie."

"Thanks, dad." I say sarcastically.

"Well, um, I have to get to one of my classes. Talk to you soon!"

"Bye!"

Louis is probably drinking coffee right as we speak and forgetting that he has a class. I place the phone down and give it back to Fletcher. He nods and walks away, then he turns his head back.

"Meet with Dr. Gordon at 3:15 to discuss about the mission."

"Excellent. I'll be there."

"Great."

Fletcher turns and walks away with his head held high. 

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As I walk through the door, something is wrong. Dr. Gordon isn't in his seat where he is normally supposed to be sitting. This is weird, Dr. Gordon is never late to meetings! I sit down at the long table and pull in my chair thinking that it was just a short stop to the bathroom. Little did I know, there was more to come to this meeting than I thought. Five minutes go by and I'm still sitting in the chair. A bathroom break never takes this long... Suddenly, the most peculiar thing happens. Loud noises start to rumble through the walls and the roof breaks open with a crack. I look up and a huge helicopter is hovering above the room. I see a figure looking exactly like Dr. Moskowitz in the window. It can't be! How did he know I was in this exact place in this exact moment?! I open my mouth in shock as the veichle swirves towards me.

"Dr. Moskowitz! You aren't getting away with any crime this time!" I cry.

I grab onto one of the legs of the chopper and it goes up higher and higher... As a spy, I shouldn't be afraid of dangerous heights like this, but for some reason right now, I am. I keep reminding myself, keep holding on! Don't loose your grip! The wing's beats roar in my ears as I make my steps towards the door. I hold on for dear life with both hands gripping onto the sides and ducking so my head doesn't get sliced off by the helicopter. I grab onto the door handle and push it open and scramble inside. I lock gazes with Dr. Moskowitz and I topple him over. Funny, I thought he would fight back. But Dr. Moskowitz wasn't a he at all, he was a hologram, and right now I was pinning down Dr. Gordon. I lift up both of my hands and dust off my clothes in embarrasment.

"Sorry Dr. Gordon! I assumed you were in the bathroom or something, I didn't mean to knock you over." I apologize.

"That was amazing! Did you see how tight you were holding on out there? Stupendous work G.N!"

"Thank you?" I say not realizing if it's a complement or an insult.

"Be proud of your work! Most spies wouldn't of even thought about hopping onto the chopper as it flew past!"

"I appreciate it Dr. Gordon-I really do- but about the meeting-"

"Oh yes! I completely forgot!" He threw up his hands. "This mission is totally different than any other mission you've been on..."

"Really? How?"

"Well, you are going to have to take over someone else's identity..."

"Sounds easy, who?"

"His daughter, Joanne."

"His DAUGHTER?!"

"I figured it wouldn't be too difficult, besides your acting has really progressed."

"Are you kidding?! The last time I checked, he was about to kill me with some deadly robots the last time I set foot in his lab! Now you want me to be his DAUGHTER?! Dr. Gordon, he'll know that it's me!"

"No he won't."

"How do you know?"

"You look very similar to Joanne and we have all of the clothes she would wear, what she would normally say on occasions, and what she looks like. If you can process all of the other information for the other missions, you can process this one."

"But, what if I get caught."

"You will check in with me every night. If anything's wrong? We'll send in someone to help you right away."

"What is this going to accomplish?"

"You will be able to see what he has planned for the future or what he did in the past."

"I don't necessarily feel comfortable calling my nemesis my father..."

"Just think of Dr. Moskowitz as Victor, your real father."

I think back to my dad and how much I missed him and my mother. Then I realized, I guess it would be cool to have a parent for a few days... I look back up to Dr. Gordon.

"I'm in. When do I get the identinty?"

"Fletcher will hand you the papers and you will look over them as we get ready in the Identity Pod. Today you are the wonderful Grace-Nicolle Genova. Tomorrow you are the daughter of evil-mastermind Dr. Moskowitz. Now hurry up and meet me down there in ten minutes."

He exits the room and I smile to myself. Maybe I will actually get to know what it feels like to actually have a father again! Although I don't have a mother (I doubt Dr. Moskowitz is married) I still will feel like I'm apart of a family. My brother won't be at college, my parents won't die, and I won't be a spy (well, I'm undercover...). This may be my best mission yet.