I exit the headquarters as casually as possible with the briefcase in hand. It's noon on a Sunday, but while the normal people sit safely at hom, the building behind me is buzzing with activity and I have an assignment. I perr above my heat-seeking sunglasses and spot a silver minican not thirty feet away. Listnening for any signs of a tail, I stand still for just a moment, pretending to check before crossing the road. Finding none, I approach the vehicle and slide into the driver's seat. I set the briefcase down on my lap and ease it open, then extract the weapon. Then, I pull on a hooded sweatshirt, raise the weapon, and smirk as I wait for a target.

It's not long before a black SUV with dark windows pulls up and I adjust my grip on the silver handle of my weapon. I give the car a long hard look, then pull the trigger. Pheeeeeeeeuuuuuw, the blow dryer spits heat into the air and I hardly stifle a giggle. Then I hear a repeated banging sound and duck just before the bullets shatter my windows. Once the onslaught of ammunition ends, I peek through the broken glass at the giant bald guy emerging from the car and barrelling towards me.

"Aw shit," I mutter. I raise my head, grin sheepishly, and wave at him. "Hey Rob." He huffs.

"You again Goode?" I nod. He opens the door to my van and tugs me out by the arm.

"Easy man! You'll rip my favorite Marquette sweatshirt!" Rob says nothing. "It was just a hair dryer," I mumble. He just pulls on my sleeve harder.

Guide to life rule nember one: Don't startle of piss off the head of security for the Central Intelligence Agency.

I walk up to the same mahogony door I've been through a million times and knock, smiling slightly to myself.

"Come in," a fantastically familiar voice says. I do, and the director smiles at the sight of me. "Hey KK," he says, using his nickname for me. Everyone calls me Mikster, my dad calls me Mikkelodeon, and IT called my Mikkie Mouse, so when he wanted his own special nickname for me, he took the neglected -kayla part of my name and got KK.

"Hiya Aussie," I greet him, seating myself on the edge of his desk. Funny how Austin ended up running the place.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He asks, leaning back in his chair.

"In accordance to the prophecy, I may have caused a slight security scare with my hair dryer," I say, grinning sheepsihly. He smirks.

"The list?" He guesses. I nod solemnly.

"In accordance to the prophecy, the list." You see, as we got older and our lives changed, our friends all matured. A lot. So to keep our former childishness and immaturity alive, Austin and I hunted down every list of funny/ annoying/ crazy/ creepy things to do and put them together. We've been working on it for weeks.

"Are you going to be talking like that all day?" He asks, referring to the beginning of all my sentences.

"In accordance to the prophecy, yes." He rolls his eyes.

"I'll pay you five bucks to stop." He offers.

"In accordance to the prophecy, I'll stop after you give me the money." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wrinkly five dollar bill, then hands it to me. I grin. "Grazie!"

"Well, good timing with the security scare actually, I've been-" Our of nowhere his computer starts beeping and he's cut off mid-sentence. "Hold on a second. My secretary's coming, you know the drill." I nod, hastily put on some lipstick, hop in his lap, and start making out with him- I'll explain later, at some point. The door to his office swings open and his secretary Carrie List, a recent graduate of the Gallagher Academy, walks in.

"Mr. Woods, there's someone-" She sees me and turns bright red, her important information long forgotten. "Oh, um, sorry. I didn't, uh... I'm just gonna go." With that, she makes a hasty exit and we start cracking up as soon as she's out the door.

"That was great!" Austin laughs.

"You know, in the short time she's been here, we've probably scarred that poor girl for life," I say, pulling out two tissues and handing him one. We both start wiping off my lipstick and I return to my seat on his desk.

"Screw her, we've scarred the whole agency," he says proudly. I laugh.

"So, what were you saying before about my good timing?"

"Oh yea! Can you get DJ? He needs to hear this too." I nod. "Thanks. Hey, are you going out with all of us tonight?" He asks. I shake my head.

"Nah, you know it's Liv's night," I reply.

"Ah, that's right! Hey, do you gusy wanna swing by the apartment later?" He asks hopefully.

"I don't know Austin," I say hesitantly. He mock pouts.

"Please? I promise not to get too drunk!" I sigh.

"I"ll check with my parents. I'm not making any promises though. My dad kind of hates you."

"Why?"

"Livvie," I remind him. He nods.

"I will try though." He grins from ear to ear.

"Sweet!" I laugh and start walking out. "Hey Mikkie!" He calls me back before I can open the door. Austin walks up to me "Don't I get a kiss goodbye honey buns?" He asks teasingly, waggling his eyebrows for good measure. I roll my eyes.

"In your dreams sweet cheeks." He laughs and I open the door and walk out. Seeing people in the hallway, I turn back at the last second and blow him a big obnoxious kiss. "Later babe!" I close the door before he can start laughing. As I strut down the hallways like I own the place, I notice many people averting their eyes, absolutely scandalized by the relationship between the director and the CIA's top agent- well, second to top (why won't Buckingham just kick the bucket already?). I just toss my head back and laugh at our little secret. Man I love my life.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the first of many chapters of Living Rogue. May it live long and prosper! Well, may it prosper anyway. I personally think it'd be better if I finished in a short amount of time so I can move on to "Here's the Thing." Is it weird that I already have a fourth story about these guys in mind? Well, not these guys directly. Two of their children. Yea, that's probably weird. Whatever. Reviews are love, and I know you love these guys! You know the drill!

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