Parker and The Super Secret Spy School

Prolouge

I stared out the window of the all girls house I was currently staying at. I had been told that my mom was being contacted and that I would get to live with her. Problem was, I didn't want to live with my mom. I wanted to run away with my dad, but King was currently in jail. It seemed almost unreal that the infamous King, art thief extraordinaire, was caught and thrown in prison.

"Parker," one of the director's called, "your mom will be here in the morning. Be sure to have your things ready."

Things? What things? And of course she would. If not her, than one of her workers. They were always so quick and punctual.  I was positive that the entire way back all I would hear about was King's inability to care for me, which was complete shit. At least he paid attention to me. Mom was always working, always away. At least King would take me out on the job and show me the ropes. To Mom I had always just been a pest, disgusting and unwanted.

I could probably skip town. Out side this window was a fire escape, like most outside windows of upper floors in New York City. It shouldn't be to hard to do. I was told in orientation that not many girls in the house ever ran away. They were prized for it apparently. That home was the nicest in NYC, very well funded. They didn't get problem children like me, it was just an inbetween house for girls who were about to "age out" of the system.

That home helped girls, provided them with the knowledge to make it in the real world without having to resort to stealing, cheating, and lying. All the things I was perfect at. Running away front there was a cake walk.

When the lights finally shut down for the night and I was safely tucked in bed, I made up my mind to leave. Mom wouldn't miss me to much. I knew how to survive on the streets. King's legacy of thieving and mischief would continue through me. I would lead the Brown Bear association, King's own personal ring of criminals. I was heir to his thrown anyway, I would happily take it up a few years early.

I climbed out the window and down the fire escape. I had hastily thrown a change of clothes into a drawstring bag. It would get me until I found the Brown Bear Association. I just had to make it to HQ.

I was counting on stealing a couple bucks for a subway ride. Maybe even enough for a taxi. By this time tomorrow I should have my thrown.

But my plans didn't go accordingly.