A/N: So, yeah. My first fanfic on here, so no flames please! I don't have the hang of this yet! Lol

And I have yet to find a good picture for this story.

Me: Oh, Iaaaaaaan...

Ian: What.

Me: You know what.

Ian: Oh, the disclaimer? MrsJoshHutcherson112 does not own The 39 Clues series, the Secret Service, or any characters she didn't make up. Are you happy now?

Me: Quite. Prologue time!

Prologue

Secret Service Agent Bradley Wilson rushed toward Mr. Sullivan's office in a panic, files tucked under his arm, breathing hard. This was an emergency. This information could not wait.

He reached the door and marched in, not bothering to knock. When he set the files on Mr. Sullivan's desk with a thump, the director swiveled around in his chair. He glanced at the files, then at the sweating agent. "What are these?"

"Threats, warnings, demands. All by the same person. Read this."

Bradley thrust a file under Mr. Sullivan's nose and he took it, skimming. His eyes widened. "Who do these people think they are? We can't just release a criminal on a whim! Especially a criminal that dangerous."

"Well, if we don't, these people are in for it," Bradley said, picking up two more files and setting them on the desk, facing up. "Amy and Dan Cahill. Live in Attleboro, Massachusetts. If we don't do what this guy's telling us, they could turn up missing, or worse-"

"Don't bug me about what could happen. What exactly did this man demand?"

"Just that we release this woman from prison within a month, and that it stays confidential. Didn't say anything about money or anything. The problem is, this chick's a psychopath. Murdered these kids' mother and plently other people. It still makes me wonder how she got away with it for so long. If we let her go, who says she won't kill again?" Bradley stated.

Mr. Sullivan considered this for a moment. "It seems we don't have a choice. Send out the paperwork for her release. But you don't know who's sending the threats?"

"Not a chlue."

"All right, then. When you leave, make sure youi put these files somewhere safe. We don't want them getting into the wrong hands," Mr. Sullivan said.

"Right away, sir."

Bradley walked out of the office, once again hurrying. Once he reached the elevator, he pressed the down arrow and waited. The door folded open and he stepped inside, pressed the first floorl. As soon as the door closed, he realized he wasn't alone. There was another agent inside with him, one that he didn't recognizel. He looked at the nametag. It read- L. Amato.

"Mrs. Amato." He acknowledged the female agent standing next to him. No reply escaped her lips. Bradley huffed, and continued to stare ahead, waiting for the elevator door to open. It seemed to be taking longer than usual.

He felt a little twinge of pain in his right shoulder, then started to feel dizzy. The last thing he saw before blackness was Amato standing over him, an evil-looking grin on her face.

Alrighty, then. Hope you like it! And if you're wondering, the title IS a song, but it'll come waaaaay later in the story. Like, the chapter before the epilogue, or something. So if you want to consider this a songfic, go right ahead :)

~Callie~