Second fanfic, tell me watcha think

Chapter 1

At 12 o clock, a big pillow whacked me in the head followed by, "Jordyn, get up." I groan and shove my head under the covers. My foster brother sighs. "If you don't get up in the next 5 seconds, you don't get any coffee this morning." Shawn glances at the clock, "This afternoon." He corrects. And with that, I bolted out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen.

As I sipped my coffee, the mailman drove by. "Jordyn, can you get the mail?" I hear Shawn ask from the living room. I respond by walking out the front door and down to the mailbox.

"Shawn, Shawn, Shawn, Shawn, me, Shawn… wait, me?" I flip back to the envelope with my name on it. It didn't say who it was from.

My eyes wander around the street. Quite a ways down it was a man with a hood pulled over his head.

I stare at him as I stuff the envelope in my pocket and walk back inside.

"Thank you." Shawn says once I hand him the small stack of mail.

I finished my coffee then walked back upstairs to my room.

Suddenly, a German Shepherd comes out of my walk-in closet and sits next to me on my bed. I scratch Jet's head as I read the letter:

Carver, he's figured out that you're the only Imitator. He's also figured out that you're two sisters live in Springfield, Missouri and Dallas, Texas. You'd better hurry up and find them before he does.

Hesitantly, I put the paper down. "Well, Jet, looks like we're going to Dallas, Texas." I ruffle his ears.

Jet and I hop off my bed and head to my closet.

I pull out a suitcase and start putting clothes in it. Then I walk to the back of the closet and pull back a small square of carpet on the floor. Underneath the carpet square was a keypad. The device beeps as I type in the security code.

Slowly, the small wall turns in, allowing me to walk inside a control room.

2 computers sat on one desk surrounded by all sorts of high-tech equipment. On each side of the room, there were

3 cabinets. 2 big ones filled with papers, and 1 small one filled with weapons.

Above the cabinets were TVs. Jet scampers over to his bed in a corner and lies down.

I sit down at the desk and turn on the computers. Now what were my sisters names?
After 5 minutes of straining my brain, I remember that one of the was Madison and the other was Nikki… I think.

I type their names into a box and search for their names all over the web.

One link that popped up was an article for Yahoo News. It was about a fire in Savannah, Georgia. The House was totally burnt to shreds yet 3 little girls managed to survive, the parents didn't. I click on the link and read through the article. Nothing really useful except it told me that my sisters names were Nikki Rae Wilder and Madison Claire Wilder. I was right! But nothing on their locations, so I decided to take a shortcut.

"Eh, it won't hurt no one." I mutter as I hack into a Foster Care facility in Dallas, Texas.

"Ok, Madison Claire Wilder. 48th street, 2314, in the NE. 12 years old and in 7th grade. I officially love technology." I grin at the computer screen.
I whistle once as I leave the room making Jet walk out of the room too.

The door automatically seals itself as we exit.

"Jet, go get your stuff." I command. Jet starts snooping through some stuff in my closet while I go downstairs to talk to Shawn.

"Hey bro, you know that one thing, with the one thing, and those one people?" I ask sitting down next to him on the couch. "Yeah, why, what happened?" He asks concerned. "The head of Division is after my younger sisters, so I need to get to them before he does." I explain. "And you're going alone?" Shawn asks, more concerned. "Yep, I just watched the Kung Fu marathon, I think I'm pretty much a ninja now." This confuses him. "Right, so how does your ability work again?" He asks me. "Its called Adoptive Muscle Memory, which means I have the ability to replicate any physical action after seeing it performed. I call myself an Imitator." Awesome, right? There was a pause of silence. "How long will you be gone?" Shawn asks. "I don't know, about a week, a week and a half or so." I reply. "Be careful, little sis." Shawn gives me a great big bear hug as Jet runs down the stairs with a bag in his mouth.

"Oh yeah, Jet's coming with me." I add. "And you're letting him bring his big bag of toys?" Shawn asks with an eyebrow raised. I swear, Jet is the most playful German Shepherd in the world.

"Sorry, boy, we can't bring all of those." I tell him. Jet whines and looks up at me with big sad eyes. I sigh. "You can bring 5." I say. Jet runs back upstairs joyfully. "Does that dog understand English?" Shawn asks. "I guess so. Well I need to finish packing, and I'll be leaving in about 15 minutes." I stand up and go upstairs yet again to my room.

The only thing I needed was money, so I went back into the control room and grabbed a couple of wads of cash stolen from Division and stuff it in the bag.

Then I realized that I couldn't take any weapons with me; there's no way I would get past the airport security.

Looks like I would have to handle any problems with my own hands.