Radar

Two teenagers. One Agency. One infection. One Problem. And no one knows how to stop it.
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“Profile number one. Take a look at it.”
General Files
Subject: Brooke Dolch
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Information: She’s seen a lot. She knows a lot. She’s heard a lot. She is doing an amazing job of blending in and keeping her real rank in the Agency hidden. She’s a scarred girl. But she’s one of the only ones who can help.

Subject: Dean Chase
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Information: He’s extremely attractive and good looking. He attracts most of the females and he is good with the ladies. He is definitely a looker! (Ranked third)

“What the hell? Who did you assign to write this profile?!”
“Um… a student.”
“Wha--”
“Before you interrupt, it was because a journalist was assigned to do so and I couldn’t change it without corrupting the system.”
“I’ll have it deleted immediately!”
“Alright. That’s not my problem. Oh, wait. It actually might be.”
“So, could you please explain, why you are showing me this… this… profile?”
“Yes, I can. But you must promise to not freak.”
“Okay. Go ahead.”
“He is connected to her chip.”
“Nice trick. I actually believed that for a moment.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re not joking are you?”
“No.”
“My dau---”
“Please! Don’t forget where you are.”
“Sorry. But what if she needs real help? She would be put into the hands of a fool.”
“Trust me. Dean is not fool.”
“That’s a biased comment! You are his mo----”
“Language!”
“I’m not swearing, I was going to say mo---”
“Where the hell do you think we are?”
“Oh. I forget.”
“Here’s the next profile.”
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"And we're sending them all the Kalaway High."
"Oh, boy. Here we go."