I knocked on the door gently almost to quietly, hoping someone would acknowledge my existence and let me in. "Come in." Said a male voice. I grabbed the door handle and twisted it, allowing me access to the room. I now stood in a very large room with few other doors, a large window in front of me and a rectangular desk in the left hand corner.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me?" The same voice asked, as he sat behind the desk. He was short with a squared head and heavy eyebrows which sat upon his blue eyes. "Oh um, I'm sorry... I have an appointment here with a guy called Skipper." I walked over to him with my head hung slightly out of shyness and embarrassment. "That would be me. You must be... Andy."

I nodded, my eyes slightly wide. "Isn't Andy a boy's name?" My face fell automatically. I wasn't expecting that. Top agents who are thrown off by my name? My boys name? As if I haven't been picked up on this before. I decided to stand up to him. "Well... yes actually... but as you can clearly see, I'm a girl." No reaction came from him. "Take a seat." He made a hand gesture to one of the chairs sitting alone in the opposite corner.

I did what he had told me to do and sat down in front of the desk. I wonder, was he put off by the fact of me being a girl? Maybe I should ask him. "Are you thrown off at all because I'm a girl?" For a split second his face turned into confusion and held his hands together on the desk, pulling his chair in a bit more.

"No Andy, when I saw the name on you application paper I assumed that you were a boy which was wrong of me, I know." I fought the urge to roll my eyes since I've heard this story many times before. "Now, we don't take new recruits on the agent squad team but we do however take people on to do maintenance."

"What sort of maintenance?"

"Technical maintenance and rarely encryption decoding." The corners of my mouth pointed to the floor showing my approval. "Could you handle that, Andy?" I felt better knowing that the issue with my name was forgotten, or at least I hoped. "Yes." I answered. "S-sir." I finished. Another flash of confusion appeared on his face. "Pleases, just call me Skipper." He laughed. I felt my face flush from embarrassment so I bowed my head and nodded.

"I heard there were others...?" I asked, crossing my legs, trying to act more professional. His face lit up and know he seemed to genially enjoy our meeting. "Yes there are others, Andy. Other agents such as myself who are better at this job then I am." Right... that answered my question. I think. "I'll introduce you to them later." He finished, rising from his chair.

"How old are you?" He asked, turning his back on me and walking over to the window. I don't believe this, that was on my papers aswell, my name, my gender, my age and my current occupation. What's next, is he going to start asking what I look like? Because it's not like there was a mug shot glued on aswell.

"I'm 18, si- skipper." Maybe I should tell him that was on the paper. Did he even read my application forms? "Skipper, all of my details were on those forms, did you not read them?" He held his hands behind his back and tilted his head up to look at the sky. "Of course I read them, Andy." His voice carried a tone of amusement and I was starting to think that he was mocking me.

"How old are you, Skipper?" He watched me in the reflection, his eyes narrowing. What have I done? "I'm 23." He turned his gaze once again at the sky. "Um... was it rude to ask your age?" We were in silence as he was debating or not whether to answer me.

I sighed and stood up, eyeing his possessions which sat on his desk. A photo frame, a mini Madagascar flag and a cup which had a cartoon penguin wearing a blue sleeping hat, holding a cup captioned 'what's sleep?'.

I reached for the frame so I could turn it around and see the picture only to have my arm being stopped by Skipper. I gasped and froze to his instant touch, I didn't even see him walk back up to me. He must really be a great agent. His grip wasn't tight but it wasn't loose either. "Please don't touch my personal belongings." he smirked.

I pulled my arm back so he released his grip, "I'm sorry, I was just curious." He pushed the frame so the photo was covered by the desk. "The picture is of the boys and I. I'd rather them see your first impressions."

Wow, these guys must look messed up if he doesn't want me seeing them before we meet face to face later on. I'm starting to feel nervous, I wonder what my first impressions are going to be. What are their impression of me going to be?

"I apologise, for my sudden reaction if I made you jump." Well that's a pretty happy face you have got on so I don't think you're at all sorry. Ignoring his apologies I asked him straight out, "Are you the leader of the secret agents?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Me, actually."

"How do I know you're not a spy?" He asked, his mood suddenly changing into a defensive form. Again I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes at him. It was very ironic for him to ask that. "How can I be a spy, Skipper?" I grunted.

"I don't know but I what I do know is you're asking for unclassified information which is top secret to this organisation."

"All I asked was your age and your position."

He narrowed his eyes as if he was trying to look for something that was too far out of his sight. "The only way I can prove myself not being a spy is if you can let me work with you." I was surprised at my sudden confidence. Being in the room with him for only a few minutes makes me feel like I have known him a lot longer.

"I'm not so sure about this.." He touched his mouth and looked away as if he were deep in thought. A smile crept on my face watching him think. "I'm going to have to book another meeting so the boys have their input- what?"

I looked away suppressing giggles and my red face as he noticed my stare. "Nothing, sorry... what did you want to say?" He gave me a disapproving look until I could keep a straight face. "I was hoping we could arrange another meeting with the other agents." I looked quizzically at him wanting a verbal response to why.

After as while of a questionable look on my face and no answer I decided to break the silence and share my thoughts. I personally don't think it's a good idea because I'm scared based on their reputation and what I've heard of them. I know that there are three other agents however I know little of what they're capable of.

"I'm sorry, Skipper but I refuse." His face dropped and he folded his arms across his chest after a long sigh. "Why the heck not?" Why do you think? Four agents in the same room with a suspicion of me being a possible spy. Not a good combination. That's an accident waiting to happen.

"Because.. I... I'm just not comfortable with it... Skipper." Saying his name was comforting for me for some unknown reason. "You know, that makes you look even more suspicious. When you decline a second meeting as soon as you realise that the four of us will be interviewing you." He raised an eyebrow at me. Oh great, I never knew it would make my suspicion worse.

I mirrored his stance and folded my arms across my chest, "Well Mr. Skipper, did it ever occur to you that I felt intimidated at all by your top agents?" His arms fell and dangled by his sides. "Well you shouldn't be. How about if we meet one person at a time. Would that make you feel more secure?" I tilted my head at him. What's he up to? Maybe he just genially wants me to meet the other agents.

I nodded shyly and gave him a small smile. "Would you like to meet one now, I could call him in?" I shook my head, I think meeting one of you is enough for one day. "I would appreciate it if you gave me a call, an email or even a letter specifying the date and time for our next meeting." He sighed and nodded in defeat. "Aright fine. I shall have that don't by this week."

"Thank you Skipper, until next time." I took a step forward and extended my arm out to him offering a hand shake. He took it and exchange a firm shake. "Until next time, trouble." I ignored his comment and walked out gently closing the door behind myself.

Trouble? How am I 'trouble'? What a weirdo. I didn't do anything. I walked down the hallway keeping my head hung avoiding eye contact with the people who passed me. However I started to hear what sounded like heavy walking which made my head snap up to see what it was. My eyes widened and my initial reaction was to hide from him but he had already caught my gaze.

He was tall, taller the me and Skipper. The sides of his head were shaved and he had a scar going down his mouth and multiple piercings in both ears. He wore black dock martin boots, over his slightly baggy trousers, a small shirt and a few dog tags hanging from his neck.

He looked rough and the worst part was I was too scared to look away. I felt panic course through me and an urge to run. Stop looking, look away. He grinned as his heavy, black eyes fixated on me and he placed his hand in a gun gesture, pointing to his head and then bouncing of like a greeting or a goodbye action.

"Kaboom." He winked as he walked past me.

I looked behind to see him stomping off to Skippers office, entering without knocking. Now who's 'trouble'? Maybe Skippers okay. Maybe he doesn't need help. He is the leader of the agents after all... but what if I do enter and attempt to 'save' him. Even if he isn't in trouble maybe that would convince him that I'm not a spy.

Charging in the room I saw the same guy slouched on the chair that I had propped up with his feet resting on Skippers desk. Skipper had his photo in his hands and looked up in my direction, his face unreadable. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were in danger."

"And what would you have done about it? You would of just blown your cover walking straight in like that."I sighed, slumping my shoulders through embarrassment. "But now your here I want you to meet the psychopath within our group of four. His name is Rico." He looked over his shoulder at me and made the same gesture as he did as he walked past me with a slight, creepy smile on his face.

"...erm... K-kaboom...Rico. I'm Andy." I mumbled, nodding. He returned his nod and looked back at Skipper who had placed the photo back to facing down. This time I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you take a seat." He murmured. "Were do you want me to sit?" I asked, referring to Rico taking my seat.

"Next to Rico.." It had to be, how predictable. Pulling another chair from the corner I swung it around and sat next to him as ordered. "Now Rico, what do you think of this Andy character?" He shrugged in reply and mumbled something I couldn't understand. I gave Skipper a questionable look as he glanced at my direction.

"As you may have gathered Rico doesn't talk much, his dictionary compromises of only few words." I blinked at him before turning my attention onto Rico. It was then I noticed he also had blue eyes just like Skipper had and high cheekbones which defined his face and made him look more intimidating.

Skipper cleared his throat and I knew it was only to get my attention back, "Would you like to meet the other two?" Are the other two going to be as complicated as Rico? I hope not. I mirrored Ricos shrug from earlier on. "I'll call them in. Be right back." He opened his drawer and grabbed an IPhone. "Rico, watch her while I make a few calls." Wait, don't leave me with him Skipper. He could be a cannibal for all I know.

Rico nodded and removed his legs from the desk. Skipper walked out and closed the door gently behind himself as he started to scroll through his contacts. My blood turned cold and I turned into a stone as I thought this was code for 'assassinate her'. Rico took a quick glance at me before smirking to himself. He probably found my still body and wide eyes amusing.

I could just make out Skippers voice as he spoke on the phone. "Why do you have to keep an eye on me exactly? It's not as if I'm going to... look at his possessions." Rico turned to me again, his expression the definition of confusion. "Huh?" He asked, his voice low. I rose from my chair and walked behind Skippers desk reaching out for the photo.

I turned it over to get a glimpse at the 'secret photograph' Skipper had been hiding. My face softened as I stared at the picture, Skipper was right it is a picture of him and the guys. They were in this room all in the same fitting, black suits.

Skipper was in the middle smiling shyly at the camera, then there was another guy who was the tallest out of all of them, with his arms folded genially smiling, another guy who I again wasn't familiar with on the left hand side of Skipper who was the shortest and seemed to be forcing a smile and on the opposite side of that guy was Rico who seemed to be sticking his pierced tongue out whilst ruffling the short agents hair. The short agent looked very young which made me smile approvingly at the heart felt memory that had been captured.

I looked up at Rico to see his arms folded, smirking as Skipper stood next to him. I didn't even hear him come back in, my mouth was agape as I was now lost for words. Skipper held his phone as his other arm was resting upon Ricos shoulder. "Skipper, I... didn't hear you c-come in." I shakingly placed the photo back down on the desk expecting to be attacked.

"You're a rebel, Andy. Another reason why we might not be able to trust you." My face fell, of course. I wasn't going to be brutally attacked by the leader and his pet psychopath here but get lectured on more possible reasons why I might be a 'spy'.

"How old is the short one?" I tried diverting the attention away from me breaking rules. Skipper walked behind his desk and placed his photo so it stood back up. He inhaled sharply as he stood in front of me. "Thirteen." My mouth fell. Only thirteen? "But isn't that dangerous?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it too much, he's been trained for these missions and I'm talking about years of training. I would have a problem with it if he was any younger, say... four or five."

"Oh right... of course... years of training. I was not expecting that... what if he were to get hurt?"

"You forget, there are four of us altogether so if anything were to 'happen' to him, we would be there. We have watch others backs. Know what I mean, trouble?"

I nodded as I stood there being put in my place by the leader of the agents. I had a strong feeling that this wasn't going to be the first time either because I'm new here I would tend to make more obvious, embarrassing and frustrating mistakes. I looked up at Skipper, already knowing that he thought of his agents as brothers although he would never admit it because he would be too head strong.

Three knocks distracted us as a tall figure walked in. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you would ever make it." Skipper happily walked up to the other male who wore a long, white cloak and held a clipboard underneath his arm. This made me realise that he worked within the science department. Surely he isn't an agent... is he?

"Andy, this is another agent of ours, his name is Kowalski." Is he polish? Is there going to be another agent who I'm not going to understand? "Hello, Kowalski. I'm Andy." I nodded. "Ah yes, hello Andy." His eyebrows shot up as he greeted me. He pronounced every word perfectly which made me question if he really was polish or not. I noticed that he also had blue eyes and resembled the tall figure in Skippers photo.

"So... judging by your long, white coat you work with science." I murmured walking up to him. He beamed a proud smile at me, "Why yes I do! There are billions of scientists scattered across earth however only few actually work with a group of highly authorised agents." I blinked at him.

"So I guess I should call you Professor Kowalski?" I murmured, extending a hand. "Oh, I wouldn't say th- I mean you can if you prefer-" He stuttered as we exchanged a hand shake. "There's only one person left that you have to meet now, Andy." Skipper happily announced, interrupting Kowalski on purpose.

Is that the thirteen year old boy? I nodded in reply, overwhelmed by the sudden company. Not even 10 minutes ago I was walking out waiting for a letter telling me when our next meeting is, now I'm in the same room I walked out on talking with a leader, a psychopath and a scientist. Now I have to wait for a thirteen year old boy to walk in with a toy gun making 'pew pew' noises because he's classified as an 'agent' and he thinks he's better than me.

"Andy here wants to work on our team as some form of technical backup." Skipper announced. That's a bit sudden? Shouldn't we have waited for the other younger agent to discuss this with? "That would be a great idea due to our previous mock up." Kowalski replied, hanging his head. "What happened?"

"Well, let's just say that out cover was nearly blown by publicising our faces all over the place." Skipper answered, as he joined Kowalski in hanging his head in shame. How did that happen? "That's why we could require your technical skills to our advantage!" Kowalski cheered, raising his head.

"Oh by the way, Skipper!" Kowalski started, "I've nearly finished that nuclear gun hat you told me to work on!" My mouth fell. Nuclear gun? I glanced at Rico to see his eyes wide but only because he let it slip in front of me. "Kowalski!" Skipper barked, bringing his arm back and smacking him hard on the back of his head.

"She could be a spy you idiot! That information is or was top secret, classified!" Kowalskis eyes shot to me in regret and what seemed like guilt. Gee, thanks Skipper. "For the last time and I'm not repeating this... are you ready? Are you listening, Skipper? I'm... not... a... spy! For the love of god, don't you think I would have more better things to do with my life then spy on you agent guys?! How sad! I actually want to work with you people!"

Looking around the circle that we had formed near the door whilst waiting for the younger agent to arrive I took in their reactions. Rico had a straight face on as if this wasn't exactly new to him, Kowalskis eyes were wide with a slightly agape mouth and Skipper was just looking amusingly at me with an eyebrow raised. "Privates, awfully late." Is that all Skipper has to say? My face fell and I half heartedly glared at him, relived that things didn't take an ugly turn.

Finally a figure walked through the door, a short figure who also held the possession of equally blue eyes. He wore blue trousers and a white shirt which wasn't even tucked in with Dock martin boots. His hair was short and grew away from his face. "Sorry for the delay, Skipper." He spoke with a very strong British accent, his voice high.

I bit my lip trying not to laugh, pursing my lips and looking away. "It's fine. Andy, this is the younger agent and his name is Private." I glanced at private, my eyes instantly bouncing of him and becoming glued to the wall. "H...Hello... there... P-P...Private." I chewed on my lip and held my hands behind my back. "Ello, Andy." He joyfully spoke.

Rico, Kowalski and Skipper slowly gazed at me, there face asking the question, what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you? I let out a weak cough which practically gave it away. "Are you laughing at me?" He asked, innocently. This is to cute, he's adorable! I shook my head, smiling sweetly at him. Yes, I'm laughing at you, did you really think it was a coincidence that something popped into my head the moment you walked in and started talking? I want you as my teddy bear, my own personal teddy bear.

"Now we're all here, I would like tell you as a group that Andy here will be working as a technical support person within our team. Helping us go through the technical problems more easily. This will hopefully speed up the missions." Everyone turned their faces to me with high hoping stares, panic ran through me as I gave a weak smile, "Yay…(!)"