"Concentrate, Blume!" My karate teacher snarled impatiently. I'd been at this for six hours straight. No breaks. Talk about working someone to death. My Karate teacher, Wayne, wasn't too happy. I'd let my mind wander all day. Why shouldn't I be distracted? The director himself was requesting my prescence for an important meeting this afternoon! How exciting is that? After all my hard work I was finally going to get into the big leauges! Or, at least, I think that's what the meeting was about. He wouldn't contact me for something silly and pointless. The director was looked up to greatly. What an idol he is!

"Sorry," I muttered breathlessly. But I didn't stop. I never stop. I'd been doing the same thing all day. I was currently running one lap around our huge track outside. To top that, it was breezing like crazy and my burgandy hair kept whipping my face. The wind was stinging my eyes and my breath was leaving me in gasps.

I thought I heard Wayne mutter "ignorant..." but ignored it. I was hyped up for that meeting. Then, something came to me and I stopped running halfway around the stack on my eighteenth lap.

"Wait a minute!" I gasped. Oh, no. The Director couldn't be requesting me because of that, could he? Oh, no.

That day came back to me in a rush as I remembered what he might want to discuss with me about.

Flashback

Flames licked the crumbling house as I ran through helplessly. I heard the baby's crying, but it was as if it were only an echo of a baby outside. Where was that damned toddler!? With my hand over my mouth to block out smoke I hustled around the livingroom. I heard the wails and turned this way and that.

"Charlotte!" I remembered what her mother had called her and tried that. "Charlotte! Can you hear me?"

I heard a small whimper nearby and hope aroused in my chest.

"Mommy?" The small voice cried croakily.

"No, but I'm trying to help you get out safely!" I frantically searched around me. "Where are you, sweetheart? I need you to hurry and help me out here!"

"Over here," She moaned. It came from behind me, so I spun and begun digging. I soon came across a thin, limp body lying under a piece of fallen ceiling.

"Oh, God!" I cried, staring down at her lifeless form. I scooped her up and ran through the house. I didn't panic, but hurried, nontheless. I burst out of the already crooked door and out into the yard of the house. My vision was blurring, and I couldn't see straight. But I'd gotten her out. That was all that mattered.

"Whitney!" I heard my teammate's voices call; I felt them shaking my shoulders, tugging me along. I stopped, heading toward the sobbing mother. She saw me and sobbed harder, in happiness that her child was retrieved and sorrow at her fate. She carefully lifted her daughter from my arms.

"Ma'am," I began, sounding choked. "She needs to go to a hospital. Quick. There was a lot of smoke in that building- definitely not good for her small lungs."

The woman nodded, looking at my quivering form with concern. I felt someone lift me off my feet and carry me bridal style. I was placed on a cot, but sat up. Hands tried to restrain me, but I pushed up harder.

"No... no hosp'l." I mumbled. "I... I'm fine... The child... has to be treated..." My eyes shut and I fell back exhaustedly. Why was I so tired?

I'm... So... So... Tired.... What's... going on...?

I sank into unconsciousness while me teammates rushed me to a hospital.

End Flashback

"BLUME!" A voice right next to my ear screeched. I jumped about five feet in the air.

"Whoa!" I fell on my butt pathetically and glared up at Wayne. "Dude- what the hell?!"

"Was I not clear when I said 'concentrate'?" He grumbled, obviously trying to calm himself down. I looked around and grimaced. I was still in the middle of my sixth lap. Oops.

"Sorry, I'll finish this one but then I've got to go to the Director's office."

Wayne's eyes grew large. "The Director requested you?" He asked incredously.

Compliment? Critisism? Hm...

"Oh, wait. What'd you do this time, Blume?" He stared at me accusingly.

"I saved a toddler from a burning building. Sorry- but I didn't know that was a crime!"

"Hey- no backtalking. Watch it."

I rolled my eyes when he looked back at the Spy Center and started running. I finished that half of the lap in no time; hurridly pulled sweat pants over my running shorts, and tugged a hoodie on. I ran through the crowd of people (of my fellow spies) shoving them out of my way if necessary.

I was about to enter my room when I heard my name being called.

"Willow! Willow! God damnit, Willow, wait up!"

I spun breathlessly and saw my four teammates rushing to my side. "What? I don't have a whole lot of time. I'm sweaty and smelly and I'm meeting the Director in thirty minutes! Freaking out here and on a schedule, if you can't see that already."

"We know, we know," one of my teammates, Kenji, breathed. "We're sorry- but we wanted to tell you he just requested us. The Director, I mean."

I paused, thinking about what he just said. "Why?"

My other teammate, Sharon, sighed. "Who knows what's going on in that man's head? We've got to get presentable!"

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you think I was going to my room? To take a nap? I was going to get ready!"

"Oh..." Sharon murmured, looking embarressed.

"I'll meet you guys by Meeting Room 501. Okay? Hurry up and go get ready." I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Thanks Will!" Drake slapped my back. Next to him his twin, Blake, nodded helpfully. They leaned on my shoulders and kissed my cheeks, causing me to blush angrily.

"You guys are idiots," I muttered, walking into my room, still red-faced and hearing their teasing laughter outside my door. I waited until I was sure they were gone to rummage through my drawrs.

I pulled out a red graphic T-Shirt with a green T-Rex on it saying "Carnivore". Then I grabbed a pair of black bellbottom jeans and checkered converse. I hopped into the shower and jumped out hurridly. I glanced at the clock after I'd tossed the clothes I'd gotten on and gasped. Fifteen minutes! And Meeting Room 501 was on the other side of the building! Not good! I blowdried my hair and straightened it, not bothering to put any make-up on. I didn't even own make-up. I didn't really like the feeling of having powder and colored liquid on my face.

I burst out of my room and sprinted down the halls, turning sharply at corners and looking at each passing door as I got closer. I counted the side with all the odd numbers, considering 501 was an odd number.

491, 493, 495, 497, 499, 501, 503, 505- wait a minute!

I back tracked to Meeting Room 501 and knocked on the door softly before opening it slowly.

"Um, hey," I said sheepishly, seeing my team already there and the Director's chair facing opposite to me. "Sorry.... I got caught up with Wayne- um, I mean, Mr. McRee."

"No need to apologize," The Director's silky voice reached me as I sat in the empty chair between the twins. I grimaced.

"You," The Director continued smoothly, "are going to be sent on a solo mission. Each of you. The same objective, but in different locations. We are looking for D'artagnan. A French mastermind. You all remember Toussaint. Don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Toussaint was D'artagnan. D'artagnan was undercover here as a spy supervisorv for a week. In that short amount of time, he stole something. Do you remember what that something was?"

"Yes sir. The Box of Agatha."

"Correct," He replied simply. I frowned.

"Sir? What exactly is the Box of Agatha? I've heard rumors, but rumors are never the same. And most of the time not true."

"The Box of Agatha was the most prized possesion of Agatha Leneorard. Agatha conjoured up this school of spies. Haven't you wondered why this school is called 'Leneorard Boarding School'?"

"Boarding School of spies." I breathed under my breath. Thankfully, the Director didn't catch that.

"Agatha was the very first known spy. If there were any other spies around they certainly were not going to go public anytime soon."

"But- sir, the whole point of being a spy is to be discreet and undercover."

A low chuckle came from the Director. "And yet she still managed to be the top spy."

I raised my eyebrows. Holy macrol. She was able to stay discreet when known world-wide? How did she manage that?

"Sir, what does this have in common with the Box of Agatha? And D'artagnan?" Kenji asked, his voice laced with polite curiosity.

"Ah, yes," The Director cleared his throat. "D'artagnan was undercover here as a spy supervisor two months ago. But his goal was the Box of Agatha. Agatha died eleven years ago. She left behind only one posession. A box. This very box was in the middle of the empty room of Agatha's dorm here on campus. She had somehow gotten rid of everything she owned without a trace of evidence. The only thing in her room after she passed was that very box. A small note was resting on that box. Would you like to see the note?"

"Oh- yes sir!" I held my hand out as he turned his chair to allow me to see his face. He placed a small, withered, folded piece of paper in my open palm and I opened it carefully, my team crowding around me.

My fellow spies,

I am sorry to say none of my posessions will go to anyone. I won't have any will. I cannot tell you where I hid my posessions, but you may try to solve that puzzle if you'd like.

This very box is the last thing you will see of me. Care for this box- it harbors a great secret. Whoever uncovers that secret –as hard as that may be- will gain my respect and the box. I must warn you, though, the mystery of this box is not one to be played with. You may find more about yourself than the secret along the way. The secret is not riches. No fame or fortune. You will see, but I will assure you it will only help gain what was once lost.

I am not so barbaric as to leave you with no lead or guess about this secret's answer. This is my only hint, may I warn you.

The neverending hallways are filled with historical figures.

Though the figures are long gone, they live in our midst in frames of gold that lead farther in than you'd think to expect.

With the help of a well-known group will you find the answer in the hall of the west wing.

Now, do not dilly-dally.

Best wishes,

Agatha Leneorard

"That hint was... blunt." I commented. The Director raised an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"It's just so obvious... but I can't put my finger on what she's trying to get out."

"Exactly." The Director hummed quietly. "Agatha was smart. Smarter than the average human in general. I'm almost positive she will have set up a game for us. Or maybe more like a wolrd-wide maze."

"So what exactly do you want us to do, sir?" Sharon asked, obviously lost.

"I'm sending each of you off to different locations. You will have two weeks to do recon in your area before you meet up again. But... meet up with eachother at Willow's area."

"Where'll that be?" I asked, then added quickly, "Sir."

"Willow, you will be going to Japan, Asia."

I blinked. Whoa.

"Kenji, you will be going to Tunisa, Africa."

Kenji looked extremely excited. Tunisa was close to Italy!

"Sophia, you will be going to Venezuela, South America."

Sophia sighed. "But it's so hot there~!"

The Director smirked.

"I wouldn't dream of seperating you two." The Director nodded at the twins, who sighed in relief. "So you're both going to Sverige, Europe."

"Question," Blake raised his hand. The Director nodded at him. He continued. "Why those specific places, sir?"

"Those are where the most recent sightings of D'artagnan have been by our spies around the world." He turned to me. "The last sighting was in Japan."

"Do you think he's there, then?" I asked, not breaking his gaze.

"As a matter of fact," He smiled mysteriously. "I do."

Before any of us were able to retort, he stood and made a 'shoo'ing gesture with his hands. "Now, now, run along. You've got bags to pack. Oh- and your planes leave in an hour."

We were outta there quicker than lightning strikes.