At the Women's Safety Department of the FBI, the top agents Mari Butera and Carmela List. With 299 accomplished missions done all over the world, and not a single unaccomplished mission, these girls are the best of the best
Mari and Carmella are in for a thrill with this mission, because they'll be going back to high school. Truman High School is a place were all the stereotypes found in movies that take place in high schools come to life. The jocks, the nerds, the preps, the singers, the dancers, the gamers, the emos, the artists, the cheerleaders, the band members, the hipsters, the roudy ones, and we will never fail to mention the oh-so-loved spoiled brats of the school, the snobby girls.
Agent Butera and Agent List have to save the lives of 75 girls right before their Prom from the hands of an evil man who makes money out of all kinds of crime. Production and distribution of illegal drugs, stealing personal belongings from strangers and selling them, associating corruption with politicians, kidnapping children and holding them for ransom. That's where he all gets his wealth, and the WSDFBI is on the case to put a stop to this madness. Especially to his current plan, which is to kidnap these 75 teenage girls from Truman High School and sell their bodies to other men for sexual pleasure.
Will they accomplish their 300th mission in time for the Junior-Senior Promenade, or will the burdens of high school (mean girl clique, busy schedule, flirty boys, bullies and rumors) stop them from doing their duty?
Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong?
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He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light.
"Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all."
She scoffed internally. Yeah right.
Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting.
"Boo."
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Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander.
It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head.
Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you.
Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing.
[previously known as Espionage: double-cross]
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