Plot Summary: A new secret organization has sprung up, and, for some reason, has set its sights on some high school in the US—the same institution his twin sister works at. Now, it is up to genius Special Agent Alfred F. Jones of the FBI to find out just what they're up to . . . and protect the students. Luckily, his natural idiotic charm will make things easier. Or not. The students and some of the staff aren't very receptive of the new US History teacher, Mr. Jones. He was good at undercover work. Too good, even.
The Most Ridiculous Person Ever
Special Agent Jones was a ridiculous person, in many different aspects.
For one, he acted no better than a child. He was loud, idiotic, obnoxious, oblivious, optimistic, and seemed to carry with him a hero complex wherever he went. In short, he was an energetic ball of bouncy immatureness. Alfred F. Jones was not what people would call 'the sharpest tool in the shed,' and his knowledge of the world was limited at best. He sure was a piece of work.
Of course, that's what folks perceived—how could they not, with that kind of personality? Now, here is where the ridiculousness that is Alfred starts: the man was a prodigy.
He had college degrees in History, English, Computer Programming, and Computer Engineering. He could speak fluently in English (duh), Spanish, French, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, and Arabic, in addition to bits and pieces of Pashto. He was ridiculously smart, having graduated high school by the age of fourteen and attended two institutions of higher education: Oxford University (yes, the Oxford University, the one in Great Britain) which he graduated from when he turned eighteen, and the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, which he completed at age twenty-one. From there, Alfred served six years of active duty in the marines, with several tours of duty in both Iraq and Afghanistan, climbing up the ladder and reaching the rank of Sergeant. Alfred was honorably discharged at age twenty-seven on account of injury, of which he has almost fully recovered from. During the last year or so, Alfred has spent his time working for the FBI's bomb disposal squad, easily becoming one of the very best—in a subtle way, so to speak.
And that was why the individual known as Alfred F. Jones (Alfred Fucking Jones, to most) was a ridiculous being. The man acted like an idiot, yet he was so much more. Special Agent Jones liked being underestimated. It made things . . . interesting. He was also forced to grow up too fast, so now whatever superior he was assigned under had to suffer the consequences.
"HAHAHA I'M THE HERO!"
"Jones! Get off my desk!"
"Only if you give me back my ice cream."
"JONES!"
And that's that.
A/N: Penny for your thougts?
