Erica's POV
I narrowed my eyes on our target. Through the window I could see that he was trying, but failing, to cook some eggos. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. I peered over the sill and into the small room, cramped and uncomfortable. My mother kneeled beside me, taking out a camera which she slung around her neck, letting it thump against her chest.
"What's our objective?" I asked.
Suddenly our target turned towards the window and I ducked down, my mother doing the same. A few moments passed before I peered over the window sill to see our target had turned his back. I got up, Catherine following me. Her pants where coated with mud, stray grass, and grime.
"Should we catch him by surprise?" I turned towards her to see her shaking her head. "No? Why no?"
"He isn't a spy right now, we need him to remember and for him to remember we need to show him or something like that."
"Why do we need him so much? Is he some sort of supper spy or something?"
"No."
"Then why do we need him?"
"Because -you know what? I have a better idea. This mission is over."
"What!?"
"Yes. We are leaving. Now, Erica."
"No! Mom I can-"
"No, you can't. This mission is over."
Little did I know, this was far from over.
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Spy School: Shock Wave
FanfictionTHIS IS A SUPER BAD STORY I WROTE LIKE A YEAR AGO SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Spy school, characters, etc. belongs to Stuart Gibbs Zoe, Ben, Erica, and Mike suddenly get hit with a shock wave which makes them forget who they are and anyone around him...
