Undercover
The small buzzing sound of the intercom that Agent Jason had used since I was a toddler buzzed, sending the basically empty room to life. After almost three long and tiring hours of plain sitting around, I heard what I had been waiting for. "Operative 230 and 401."
I stood up at the sound of 203, stretching my aching back and pulling my hair out from where it was sticking to my neck. And I solemnly hoped that I had been waiting for a good cause.
Across the room, a blonde-haired boy, approximately my age, stood up as well, giving me a small nod when he noticed me looking. I turned my head away from him quickly.
I hurried out the door, hearing footsteps faintly behind me as I found the door that would choose my fate.
Agent Jason looked up when I entered, a sly smile printed on his face, but his eyes showing no emotion to inform me what this might be about. I kept the door open for the other operative and soon heard it close again.
"Take a seat, children."
The stranger and I sat next to each other, a strong vibe rippling through the air as Agent Jason just looked blankly at us, and still hiding any emotion he might have.
"As you know, our current situation for the matter of the agency is the burden from The Gates, and as I'm sure you're already aware, that is the one terrorist group that is after us. They feel that our retaliation would make taking over the federal government a small challenge. Well, that is where you two come in." He stared at us for a moment, most likely just to make sure that we were still listening.
"The CIA doesn't take in kids unless there is an exception, like you two. Your parents are both very well known by The Gates in the industry, and we might have a theory as to how they will try and take us down. They will want you two. If they realize and understand that your parents will come and get you in favor of your life, then that is what will happen, and that is how they will try and bring us down."
"Well sir, if I may interrupt?" I didn't give him a chance to answer before going on. "I myself find this whole thing utterly confusing and fail to reciprocate the reason on why you decided to tell us this now." I looked at the boy next to me who cocked his head to the side a little bit, keeping his eyes trained on Agent Jason.
"The reason is, Ms. Berry, is because if they find us here, then I have no trouble believing that they will know you're in the presence, too. We are sending you both to a small town in Ohio where there will be people to keep you safe from danger's way. We think it will be best to get you both out of here as soon as possible, so the jet will be here tomorrow. That gives you the night to get to know each other better. Everything will be provided for you at the house, so all you will need is yourself. Do I make myself clear?" He asked solemnly.
"Yes sir." We both said in unison.
"Let me send in an agent to escort you two to your room for the night." He pushed a button on his desk and a moment later, a familiar-looking agent opened the door and escorted both of us to a room on the opposite side of the building.
She opened the door and waited for us to enter before closing the door firmly, leaving the two of us awkwardly silenced in the plain white room.
After a moment of silence, I decided that it probably shouldn't be awkward between the two of us, so I cleared my throat, causing him to look in my direction. "I'm Rachel. Rachel Berry." I gave him a small smile.
"Sam Evans. It's nice to meet you; I've heard good things about your parents over the years. Although, mine failed to mention that they had a daughter my age. But still, it's a pleasure."
"So what do you think they have for us in Ohio?" I asked, sitting myself on one of the beds that the agents had provided for us.
He sighed and sat down next to me, keeping his distance. "I honestly can't tell you. But whatever it is, I'm sure we can get through it."
I looked at him, a smile on my face. "I'm pretty sure we can survive through anything, after all the training we've been through."
He chuckled. "You speak the truth."
"Is that a bad thing? We've been taught to lie about who we are over the years." I kept my gaze on him, but he just looked at the ground.
"I can't tell yet."
The rest of the night was spend getting to know each other, just as Agent Jason had commanded. And it wasn't as if it was a punishment, because Sam had a pretty interesting life to tell. Better than mine. Just that I had been living in secrecy all my life, hiding from any kind of life form beyond the agency. But him on the other hand, he had actually went places with his parents, helped them fight.
And soon, it was morning and there was a gentle knock on the door, then the door opened, revealing two other agents I remembered by the name of Adam and Liam. They motioned for us to follow them, and we obliged. On the rooftop of the building was the jet that I had become familiar with over the years.
Agent Jason came from beneath the shadows, as so it seemed, and nodded both of the agents away.
When they were away and out of earshot, he turned back to us. "Before you two leave, I need to discuss some of the rules and regulations of this mission. First of all, you should know that I need you to behave accordingly. No outsider should know where you came from; you will expose us to no one. Your names will stay the same for the matter. There will be a man named Steven to take you back to the house you will be staying at. You will know it is him when he says the term 'Sit down, you're rocking the boat'."
I look questioningly at him.
"For lack of time and imagination, yes, that will be the phrase he uses. Is all this information clear?"
We nodded.
"Safe travels." He moved, and escorted us himself on to the jet.
And that, right in the very plane, is where my life was about to change. Forever.
