THIS ISN'T WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR

by Joker of Clover

Carmine groaned as she held her head in her hands, sweat dripping down her forehead slowly. Why was her room so hot? it twas the middle of winter for pete sake! Looking up, she notice three main things. One, she wasn't in her room. Two it looked like an army base. And three there was someone in pink armor looking right at her. "HEY CAMMY!" "HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

1. I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR A PROLOG

Agent Maine hissed silently as he watches her pace back and forth sometimes stopping but not for long. Maine zoomed the scope to see what exactly could have her puzzled. In the room, there wasn't anything other then a few clothes thrown around, more then 5 notebooks on the ground and a pizza box.

He wished he could go in and just complete the damn mission but nope! The Director wanted to watch the Sheppards-Hayles carefully then finish the mission for what reason he'll never know! He only hoped Carolina was having as much trouble as him paying attention to the damn kids.

'Do something!' he thought. If she does something he could report and hurry up the mission thus letting him relax even longer. Besides, the damn tree bark was killing his back.

Carolina was having no trouble watching the Sheppard boy play his game. Sure it was boring as hell but she didn't have to do anything really and that makes a great time. She watched as he stopped, looked around and frown. Something was wrong? What was it?

Then he burped and went back to playing his game.

Sighing Carolina gave up on positive thoughts. It wasn't worth it; the boy was a disgusting beast, boring too. 'These kids...' she thought gritting her teeth inside her helmet.

Maine was almost asleep when static jolted him to pay attention. 'Recon over. Take them tomorrow morning.' the voice said commanding. He could only grin at the thought of finally moving out!

"IT WAS AWESOME!" The girl yelled running out the mansion the next morning practical oozing happiness, the boy though...

It's best not to say anything.. Well let's just say he wished murder wasn't against the law.

"Carmine! Get back here!" Leo Sheppard yelled at his younger sister running after her holding his book bag (AKA: That damn thing that he hates with a passion) murderous rage in his eyes. Carmine Sheppard only laughed and kept running her own bag banging against her leg not like she notice.

You see these... Young adults (that act like children) are the prototypes for mankind's last ace hand for the round. These too are Spartans: Enhance soldiers to fight the Convertnet. Of course every masterpiece needs a rough draft.

And these two are that rough draft.