Spy School - Nemesis [1]

07: Exasperation

The Queen Anne

Somewhere off the coast of the east US

April 25

900 hours

Alexander stepped back. "What is this?"

"We'll tell you later," says Mike, but his sentence sounds like a question.

"Come on, lets go to the suite," Trixie says, practically dragging all of us. Realizing she didn't know were our suites were, she let Mike and I take the lead, while she dragged her now-empty suitcase and Alexander behind her, who was randomly yelling, "I want answers, and I will get them!".

We finally arrived at the door leading to Erica and Cyrus's suite. Mike nervously raised his hand to knock, but Erica opened the door before he could even start.

"What is- oh," Erica proceeded to quickly give each of us a cold glare in the eyes. "I thought we agreed to keep Trixie out of this." Alexander started nervously backing away, but Erica wordlessly caught him by the collar of his tuxedo and shoved him into the suite along with Trixie, Mike, and me, then closed the door, making sure the 'do not disturb' sign was on the door. Looking around the room, Mike asked, "Where's Cyrus?"

"He's out doing recon. Apparently, I have to stay behind because I'm 'too young'," Erica grumbled, obviously peeved. Before her emotions could get the better of her, she turned her attention to Trixie. "I suppose you sneaked on the mission?"

"Yes, but it is to prove I can be a spy," Trixie argued.

"That is a personal reason," Erica replied almost robotically.

"Well, I can still help you on the mission. I'm good at sneaking around, plus, I'm sure you'll need another kid on the job anyway."

Trixie looked around the room for a bit. It took her some time, but she finally Cyrus's briefcase. She then used a key I didn't know how she acquired to open a secret compartment in the briefcase, then used another key to open a secret compartment in the secret compartment. During the whole time, all of us watched silently, except for Alexander, who said, "Trixie, stop that. You are just a child, and that is classified, only for Level AA eyes only. . ."

Trixie payed him no attention and leafed through the files about the case. She finally ended Alexander's mutterings when she triumphantly yelled, "Aha! It says you three-" she pointed at Erica, Mike and me- "are tutoring two kids. To make it equal, you need four tutors- two for each kid, and I will be that fourth tutor!"

Erica looked at Mike and me. "You can't seriously be backing up her logic, right?"

Mike shrugged. "Well, it does make sense when you think about it," he said.

Erica glared at him for a moment, then looked at me. "Ben?"

"Well," I started, cautiously, trying not to take sides, "Trixie was able to find the double-secret compartments in Cyrus's suitcase."

Erica frowned for a moment, but gave no comment. I internally sighed with relief; my tightrope act had succeeded.

Alexander started saying, "Trixie, I am a competent spy and I am needed for this mission. I have it under control." Erica interrupted him by muttering under her breath, "You're only needed to be the man in the chair." (A/N: Spiderman Homecoming reference) Alexander continued by pompously saying, "You may be a hazard to this mission, and you need to leave now."

"She can't. The ship already departed, and we can't ask for a smaller boat to take her back, because she could be arrested, and our cover could be blown."

Mike and Erica nodded. "Trixie's staying, whether we like it or not."

588 words. My chapters are getting shorter. . .