ok, this is my first EVER piece of work that is written in 3rd person. I might change it, if people can give me the best characters perspective to write is from. just to say, I do not own mi-high, if I did daisy and Blaine would still be in it, but that is only my choice :). um, this is set as if the first team were around at the same time as the newest one, but there not in the same team. :o make sense? no? oh well...
Chapter 1
VAN...
The floor was cold, like really cold. The room was almost submerged in total shadow, still Nex and Kyra both felt extremely out of place, the whole 'moving metal box' scenario wasn't exactly what they assumed to be a 'normal' day. For them normal meant KORPS training, a little bit of lunch, then more training. On the rare occasion Kyra could remember them going to a meeting or two, but that only involved important people, they however were not important. A few cases involved them being labelled as disposable, even is Kyra was one of there best fighters, KORPS were relying more and more on perfecting the invisible death, or skitoma robots. Living and working at KORPS was there job, and there life, each had lived there since birth, or something like that. Both fifteen year-olds had never been outside, each could remember different versions on an ok-ish sized indoor woods, that's as close to the door they ever got,, unless they were being sent to die, or sent to fight, or who were just failed specimens, neither of them were, so they took this fate, no choice in the matter.
The two of them sat, the female a little more awake than the other, encased in a steal box, rubber coating the floor of the 2x2 meter space. Every time either of the teens brushed against the wall a small static shock would constrict there movement just long enough for one of the men in the front, who Kyra thought smelled a little to much like the gym at KORPS, to open a sliding silvery hatch and momentarily peek through the hole, letting in the only source of light. no matter how short the duration, it was welcomed. The slight humming to the steel box sent waves of nausea through the females stomach, furthering the sickness that plagued her as a result of the sleeping drug working its way out her system. Unluckily for her, it meant a headache, and not thinking clearly...there was nothing she hated more. Probably.
Her hands flew to her temples, attempting to soothe the pounding sensation that strangled her perception. She slumped, legs underneath her on the floor, one of her hands was fastened securely to the base of the box, a metal bracelet trapping her wrist with its inescapable restraint. Her other hand was left free, although she thought it hard to understand why they would allow this. once again she tugged at the silver bracelet on her left arm, the faintly shining chains making the shadows look darker as they chimed, roughly being pulled away from the floor. in Frustration Kyra dropped her left arm letting it hang loosely by her side. The only other option she had though of was biting through her own bones. But the conclusion to that theory was, left arms are useful. Even if she was right handed, and had never had to write a letter for a real purpose in the first place.
Her fellow prisoner, still hadn't awoken. The greenish look to his face left a slight imprint of worry on the females', its not like she liked him or anything, he was just his best friend, that's all. The boy shifted uncomfortably, chains rattling much like those of a ghost story. His brownie hair almost lost in the pitch blackness, Kyra noticed the way his eyes were flickering, showing glimpses of his emerald green eyes, although a little yellow in sleep, because of his 'other side'. A smile flashes onto her face, secretly glad, in some way, that Nex was taken too. She sat back, laying against the hard, unwelcoming floor, her body curled around the base of the chain in which she was attached. Closing her eyes for a moment, glad to be somewhere new other than the KORPS lab, also anxious of her new destination.
Silently she pushes away a bowl of something that looks horrible, chunks of processed meat and way to may sickly colours. It clatters against the electrified side of the container, letting of stubble sparks, illuminating a sign. Her eyes squinted through the darkness, even though she learnt to read in KORPS the dark in the way this is, doesn't help. Another bowl, half full with water, sends of another ray of sparks, these ripple and remain for a little longer than the others. Just enough time for her to read the sign. It read "MI-9"
Her head twitches to the side, sensitive ears picking up the rise in Nex's heartbeat. something she was always wary of, no for any reason, or that's what she told herself.. Catching one half hazed glance at Nex and the green complexion of his face.
"You ok?" she asks, pushing herself back into a sitting position.
"yeah, you?" he bites back the sick feeling, the light-headedness working its way down to a null thudding in the base of his skull.
She gazes at him, a slight hint of concern in her expression. As he moves slightly, flinching as his elbow comes in contact with the static field.
"I wouldn't be so worried if you weren't trying to commit suicide." her attempt to maintain a stoic expression fails as she breaks out into a wide smile. Nex's face mimics her expression, just as one of the men in the front peers though the window yet again, just because another shock warring was issued. Nex grasps his wrist, for the first time inspecting the metal bracelet like contraption. He shakes it lightly, testing how well it fit his wrist.
His green eyes look up to meat the other teens, a slight tear forming in the corner.
"Its never going to be the same again is it?" he looks at me, waiting for my answer. "is it?"
"No, I really don't think it is."
Dan's bag flops lazily onto the floor, leaning, forgotten, on the metal cylinder of the tables leg. The other three secret agents follow behind, Tom silently teasing him about Zoe as he sits down. Tom, in Dan's eyes, had become a little more infuriating since the Steinberg incident, he really knew how to get on Dan's nerves, and no one would expect this, but Tom took every chance to wind Dan up he could.
The blond spy sighed, yet another day of either lessons or excuses to escape them was about to arrive, despite the fact that they were in class early they would probably spend the least time sitting in these seats.
"You know they are the same person Dan..." Tom teased. Almost, very almost out of hearing range, although, Dan thought, not quite far away enough. Tom kept repeating the same sentence, or variations of it, and somewhere closer to the back of the room, the two female spies, were chatting, for some stereotypical reason, about getting a sun tan. Keri muttered soothing else about being sad that she couldn't see her old friends as much, and Aneisha just sat, not really taking much of the red-heads rambling seriously. Something else waiting furiously at the back of her mind, however what it was, well it was hidden. Like one of those 'did I forget to turn the cooker off' moments.
The class is about half full of students now. Roly looking rather upset about no being able to play bundle ball any longer, and a terrible mix of Street-Morris blaring within the background. All slightly unimpressed by Mrs Kings influence upon the school, and its rules.
The male field agent just glares at the board a slight frown is painted on his face, as Tom continues to joke in a whisper about Dan fancying Keri, though Dan didn't reply. The only thing that he had let slip so far is that he di actually like Zoe, unluckily for him it just bought more bulling from his fellow agent. Dan himself had gone over that fact they were technically the same, even with the little amount of time he had salvaged in-between lessons, missions and Tom mocking him. He had found some time to think. In his eyes they were completely different, even identical twins are different. Zoe had grown up differently, Keri had been released from KORPS, those are just one of the reasons he had though of, why they are so different. There was something else, or more about Zoe, and Keri just got on his nerves, that was clear to him, or anyone who saw them standing in the group for more than five minutes.
Dan accepted this, and now he was no longer the most 'stalked' popular kid, he could just about manage to escape each time a mission appeared. That strangely was quite frequent. He and the rest on MI-HIGH had lost there holidays to random missions. Most included reject missions, like escorting a semi-important person, or finding a lost Corgi, yeah it was the Queens but its not the most glamorous of jobs, and the whole team agreed.
In HQ..
Frank grasps his ink pen roughly, telepathically cursing Stella for: one, adding more people to his team, therefore making it harder for them to actually get to missions and two, making him do all the paper work. It wasn't fun, and his fingers clicked with every letter.
Every time he scribbled down a few words he contemplated 'warning' the team about the mission and the effects it will have on the most recent branch of MI-HIGH, aka them.
Although like the Frank he is yet again, he decided not to, his head shook in a steady motion as he returned to scrawling down a mess of words that he believed made a sentence. As delicately as he could he plucked the next sheet from the top of a rather hefty pile, the paper floated rather gracefully down onto the desk in front of him. His brows knitted in confusion as his eyes travelled across the page, processing each word and structure of letter with care. The lights in the base flickered as they often do, letting the bluish tiles grow dim for a millisecond. Franks eyes sparkled dangerously. almost in slow motion his pen fell to the floor rippling with a high toned clatter, his chair toppled backwards as he hauled himself to his feet, smashing his palms down onto the desk, making a pot with three different coloured pencils descend onto the floor in a failed attempt of what looked like struggling to fly.
He reached down onto the floor, pinching the yellow communicator and flashing rubber from its new spot upon the floor. With haste he held it to his right ear, his left hand clutching the piece of paper her had just read, creases forming petal like running out from Franks thumb.
"Team, get to HQ now, I don't care how you do it, but this is urgent." without an answer Frank tucked his pencil into his pocket, and plopped himself in an upright chair facing the network of monitors. The paper still gripped in his hand Frank read of the access code in his head, for some reason wishing it wasn't true, wishing that they were only a rumour KORPS had spread.
He typed the code into the computer, fingers forcing him to stop, pleading him, but he still typed. Smashing the keyboard with each finger fall, everyone making his face become more unsettling, until his brows touched and it looked as if his nose was that shape normally.
Classroom-
Mr Flatly is almost singing the school dinner menu at the front of the class, although it is only the start of the week the Head thought is was a good idea to use it as an example in his 'science' lesson. Keri sat at the back of the room, just thinking how stupid the teacher looked Morris dancing to food. Yet she was day dreaming also, glaring straight ahead, wondering who on earth this Zoe was that everyone was suddenly talking about. Even the head teacher had accidently mentioned her on the register today. And no one except Keri had seen Dan flinch slightly when the air headmaster started saying how good it was for her to be going on a journey.
Even Dan didn't really pay much attention to this, well not until he started feeling angry about himself, no matter how many times he said it to himself, even when he chiselled it into his routine, he felt jealous for all of the sisters Zoe was meeting, he just wanted to take there places,. At least one of them, just to be able to see her. I t made his heart sink that he would even conjure up a day dream so selfish, wanting to drag her away from her sisters, constantly he yelled to himself that she is content in finding them all, because they are her real family, not him.
Yes, it hurt him to think about it, but it's true.
Tom had just about finished with winding Dan up for this lesson, for him it was too funny just to give up on. In this one case he had actually seen tough man Dan shed a tear. It had almost made him cry, that was the moment he had to stop. And ask himself the question what did he really know about the whole situation. And if it was enough to make him cry. Tom shuddered, not wanting to think any further about it.
Aneisha knew she was being quiet. No one seemed to notice her, and didn't really ask to many questions. She has thoroughly explained this to her teammates though. If she stayed out of the way, she could sneak out unnoticed, theoretically, anyway. Although, she want nearly far enough into the shadows to get away with it now. She smiles dryly to herself, thinking 'here comes the lame 'excuse'.
As her pencil flashed urgently in her hand, Aneisha searched through the files in her brain like Tom would a computer, or one of his silly little nerd games. Just as the rest of her teammates had slinked away Aneisha's hand shot up into the air, narrowly missing a still escaping Keri, almost smacking her in the nose.
"Yes Aneisha?" Mr Flatly chirped in his slightly infuriating tone.
"Um, I need the toilet?" to her it sounded like more of a question, but as Mr Flatly nodded she briskly escaped the clutches of the Morris-dancing-maniac.
HQ-
The four agents stood, slightly flustered as always behind the doors of the lift. In sync they stepped forwards, narrowly fitting through the doors, though no one realised. Franks face confused the teens a little, but he continued as usual.
"Ah, agents." he forced a smile, not really wanting to tell them the whole story.
"Are you ok Frank?" Aneisha saw the worry in Franks eyes, of course she would, she was chosen for her great judge or character, and her 'doctor Drama' moments.
"Uh, yes Aneisha, fine." he drags two files from the desk and holds them in a vacant hand. "Now, you mission. Tom, you need to do some research on MI-9's latest infiltration of KORPS activity. DNA samples are in those tubes. I know computers are your thing, but no one else can do this mission.' he points to the test tubes to his right each labelled with a different name, and each a slightly different shade.
"Aneisha and Keri, you will be talking to the 'people' found at the last KORPS base, I would send you with Dan, but one you don't get along, and two. I think you will have a little bit more in common with these people than you think." Frank smiles, holding back the sweat that threatens to break out on his upper lip.
"Frank? Is there something your not telling us?" Dan questions, stopping Frank before he can continue with his brief.
frank lets out a horse cough as if he had not heard Dan's sentence at all. "And Dan, you will be searching the building were they were found. There is a Swat team already there, you will aid them in there search. That is all."
OK, BAD? I have a deal for you. I will write a chapter iF I get a comment. if I don't I will not write a chapter. I have loads of stuff to do but this was just bugging me. but I will not continue if I do not have anyone who wants me to write because what is the point if no one likes it? Plus I am not even a teen yet, plus I cant write 3rd person lol!
ok?