Ethan's Agents
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My name's Jack Kindle. I'm a normal teenager that goes to a normal high school living a normal life. Oh, who am I kidding? My name's Jazlyn Kindle but I demand everyone to call me Jack and I am an agent that works for a secret organization: Ethan's Agents. We, my team and I, are in charge of protecting a part of our state, Oregon. We are getting bigger, better missions, maybe some day we will be able to travel and work internationally. But for now, we just have to pretend to be normal teenagers worried about whether we get asked to prom or if our selfie looks hot enough. I just hope I pretend as well as I think I do.
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