Chapter 4 - Bond's School for Elite Spies

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    I sit in the limo, debating whether I should jump out and run, or stay in.  The stranger that knows my name is driving, every so often looking in the mirror back at me.

Jump out.  You just got into a car with a stranger going God knows where.  I think to myself.  Before I can touch the door, the stranger that knows my name (that is what I named him) speaks to me in a low, serious, voice.

"You hanging tight back there?" he asks.  I am about to answer, but before I can form words he starts speaking to me again.

"You are probably wondering if you should jump out." Is this dude for real?  He read my mind.  "Please don't.  Here are the details: I am a highly trained spy sent to come and get you to take you to the school.  My name is Agent Luver, but you can call me Jack."

"Ok.  Hi, Jack,"  is all I can make out.  At least I can stop calling him the crazy long name I invented. "I'm Cassidy.  Wait, you already know that.  Sorry."

"It's fine.  Other than your name, where you used to go to school, and that I will be your guidance counselor, I don't know much about you,"  he replies.  We keep chatting, getting to know each other for about another 30 minutes.  Then, he pulls into a driveway with a gate.  There are two guards with all-black suits.  One of them puts in a long code and the gates fly open.  We drive in and I look out my window.  I see an enormous building.

"That, my friend, is Bond's School For Elite Spies,"  Jack reaches his hand toward the building.

"Wow,"  I strain my neck to see the top through the window.  "Wow."

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