Hello! This is my first fanfic, and I am fixing some spelling errors on this Chap, but nothing major. This story takes place in Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy.

Enjoy!

Zach POV

Grant, Jonas and I were sitting in the common room, being completely and utterly bored.

"What should we do now?" asked Grant, his eyes half closed. "Raid a freshmen's room?"

Jonas- as always, on his laptop- barely heard Grant. "You guys could help me with the Chemistry extra-credit! This really needs three people… not that I couldn't do it myself, but if you guys are bored…"

Grant rolled his eyes "That is right at the top of my 'What I Do NOT Plan To Do Before I Die' list."

I started to get up. "Lets find Dr. Steve, maybe can find something more exciting than thermodynamics."

The other two jumped up at that, and we exited the room to find our most "excelelent" teacher. We found him in the kitchens, talking to our AMAZING chef, and eating through a pile of macaroons.

"What's up boys?"

"Not much, but we were wondering if anything important was coming up." Grant said, as he slid towards a stray macaroon. Dr. Steve batted his hand away.

"Nope, these are mine!" he chuckled. "But, we will be having an excellent Covert Ops assignment tomorrow. I hope your skills are sharp Zach, because these young…" He ate another cookie, and we missed the next few words.

"What was that?" asked Jonas, completely confused, though if it was covert ops, he didn't have to worry. He was in the Research track. Grant hit him on the head to shut him up as Dr. Steve kept talking.

"… are some of the best in the field." And with that, he shut up. Quick. "Oh dear… forget I ever said anything! There is a Co. Ops trip, that's all you need to know!" his face was very nervous as he shuffled us out of the kitchen. As the door slammed behind us, we looked at each other.

Grant was stunned. "The best in the field?" he echoed.

Jonas was thinking hard. "Young… young what? Does that mean they are spies like us? But that can't be because…" Jonas was rambling, spitting out some random stuff, like he always did when he was nervous. But when Jonas rambled he talked about everything from impassable firewalls to the amount of calories in organic pudding.

I looked at both of them, nerves eating my insides. I'm the best here. What if they beat us? How is that gonna look? I'm a legend, the orphaned kid of the famous Goodes!

"I don't know, but we need to find out. Now." And with that, we set off to find out all we could about agents who specialized in covert Ops who were under the age of 25.

"I think I got something promising!" yelled Jonas from across the room.

Grant dropped his book History of Espionage Prodigies, and ran over. We had set up in a little room right off the library that I liked to study in. it was now covered from wall to wall with books on modern day spying.

We had found stuff on younger spies, but it was all dated 80 yrs ago. Jonas has almost gotten past one of the CIA's firewalls covering modern covert ops teams, but got shot down quickly.

I was looking at the ceiling, feeling very useless, but hey, it was 3 o'clock in the morning! Give me a break, I can't be a fabulous super spy 24/7! We had found nothing. Nada. I felt like I had failed.

Tomorrow I would be going against some mysterious and extremely good spies. Maybe I was sick. Goodes don't worry. They go out, beat the bad guy and get the girl. All that stuff. Oh well… back to Jonas…

"I got a pic! Look at this!" he pointed to an image that was blown up on screen. It was a girl- pretty normal looking, with dirty blond hair (more brown to me), deep brown eyes, and looking about 10. She was getting out of a cab, and obviously didn't see the picture being taken. There was a tiny caption. "Young CIA Legacy". It was dated 4 or 5 yrs ago.

Grant did a double take. "Her? She looks harmless! And anyway Zach, you've done better than that! Remember that time in Michigan…" and he started on a story including Lake Superior, a parachute, two terrorists, and a pair of very smelly socks.

I wasn't listening. I had been taught to never underestimate an opponent. But seriously, we didn't even know whether this girl was our mission.

She was one out of hundreds who we might be facing tomorrow. I have been taught by the best. I AM the best. And so we went to bed, not really worrying anymore. We had nothing to worry about, right?

So, did you like it? This has been in my personal documents for 4 months, and I finally posted it. The next chapters are coming quickly!

Ciao!

MickyKat