Mission Impossible

Chapter 1~The Beginning

CLARA'S POV

  I breathed quietly, afraid to alert anyone or anything to my presence. I peeked around the corner slowly, making sure to stay hidden from the three men in the long, dark hallway. I leaned back, covering myself from the guards line of view and spoke quietly, knowing my mic would pick up on the smallest sounds.

  "Three guards in the east hallway," I recorded, waiting for an answer.

  "Take them out," I heard my supervisor command from the earpiece I had placed into my ear.

  "Copy that," I responded before pulling out the standard, black handgun I was issued on this mission.

  "Without the use of a gun," the voice spoke again, stopping me in my tracks. "We need to kept this quiet Agent Walker." I tucked my gun into the back of the waistband holding up my black jeans, and put my hands up in position; my left arm bent out in front of me while my right, dominant hand was bent near my face, protecting it. I swiftly glided out from behind the corner I was hiding from and switched to the opposite side, gaining a better look at the first guard I would have to take care off. I was about to sneak up behind him when a voice to the left of me spoke up.

  "Agent Walker. The Director has asked to see you in her office," the blond girl told me, standing out in the wide open. I stood up straight and sighed, just as the lights turned on and the guards followed me out into the bright daylight, outside of the simulation room.

   "I was just about to take them out. This couldn't wait?" I asked the girl who disrupted the simulation. She nodded her head but held no signs of emotion in her face.

  "She said it was urgent," was all she said before walking off, not even waiting for me to follow her. Before doing so I turned to the three guys standing behind me.

  "Next time, you guys are getting your asses kicked," I told them with a grin, to which they all returned.

  "Don't we know it," they laughed. I turned and followed the girl with blonde hair, who I have seen before a few times. She wasn't much of a talker though so I didn't know much about her.

  "Why does the Director want to see me?" I asked her, picking up my pace a little so I could stand side-by-side with her.

cc"I don't have high enough clearance to know," she blankly responded, walking into one of the many doors of the building I call both my school and my home.

  D. R.'s School for Exceptional Young Women is, to outsiders, a college for women which is extremely hard to get into. True. Except my school has a little secret. D.R. stands for Director Rain, otherwise known as the director of the C.I.A., and these exceptional young women are all training to be spies. Being accepted into this program is an almost impossible task, harder to get into then Harvard, or Yale, and that's because you have to be hand-picked by the Director from another school that branches off into ur school. Dalton Academy for Girls trains girls 12-17 to work for the governement, but only the best make it to where I currently reside.

  The School for Exceptional Young Women trains girls 18-25, usually a little longer then any normal college, and I'm 20, in my fifth year of training for the C.I.A. I was hand-picked by the director the day I turned 16, the youngest girl to ever make it into the School for Exceptional Young Women. Despite my record, I try to stay humble, since I know that in my line of work, being cocky can get you killed. Also, growing up with two of the best spies in the world as parents teaches you that there is always someone better then you.

  "Right in here, Agent Walker," the women told me, snapping me back into focus. I shook my head, disappointed in myself. I always need to stay focused. I looked around to see I had made my way to the Director's office; the sleek, dark mahogany wooden doors the only thing keeping me from finding out why the Director urgently needed to see me. I knocked on the door, waiting for the okay to come in. When I heard the Director speak, I slowly opened the door, closing it behind me as I stepped into the room I've only had the honor to be in a few times before.