Hey MHM here with another glorious new story, well kind of new. If you know anything about my fictionpress account then it's not new, just reinvented. On fictionpress this story was written a script form. So what I did was well tweak it. Now instead of learning everything through conversations you can now learn through Molly's head and thought process. I have you guys enjoy him, and let me know what you think.

"What was I doing here? What have I gotten myself into?" I thought as I ran down the street as fast as I could with a random man's briefcase in my hand. I ran down the street away from the library where it all had happened. Before I could even reflect on what I had just gotten myself into a black SUV pulled up in front of me and before I could even think about changing direction a man about twenty-fire years old grabbed me and pulled me inside.

I started kicking and fighting the man. "There was no way they caught me that quickly." The man kept yelling at me to calm down, but why should I listen to him, he could have been one of them. Eventually he stuck me with a weird kind of needle that put me in a daze, making me too tired to fight anymore. For the rest of the ride I stared out the window as the Massachusetts landscape passed me by. The SUV brought me to an office building that had a parking garage under it, and the twenty-fire year old man picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. He had clear cut dark brown hair the same shade as mine with light blue eyes, just like mine. Heck if I hadn't known better I would have said we were related, but sadly I knew better.

He carried me into the building and brought me to the third floor and sat me down in a room that looked like one of those interrogation rooms from all those cop shows you see on TV. There were others walking through the hallway but they paid us no attention, as if they saw things like this every day. He left me alone for what felt like hours but in reality it was about thirty minutes. When he finally came back in the drug had worn off. Before I could even think about moving the man who had grabbed me introduced himself as Agent Lansing of the CIA. He also told me that the man whose briefcase I had taken had been under surveillance for the past month. They were about to take him in when I had stepped in. Then he asked me why I had stepped in.

My answer was simple: the good guys were moving too slowly the men would have gotten away before they got there. Agent Lansing agreed with me and told me I was safe now and could give the briefcase to him. But when he reached for it I hesitated so he backed off and told me I was allowed to hold on to it for now if that was what I wished. After a few more simple questions like: What is your name? Molly Mastro. Where do you live? Franklin, Mass. I put the briefcase on the table and asked him if I was allowed to open it. He told me I was but then we were interrupted by a man with black hair and dark brown eyes.

Agent Lansing was dismissed and the other man took his seat. Once the door closed behind Lansing the new guy started asking me questions like: How did you know about the drop? Cameras were hidden all over the library, they hadn't been there before. How did you know we weren't the CIA undercover? At that question I knew something wasn't right but I played along anyways. "I didn't. But then again you aren't CIA are you?"

The man lunged for the briefcase but I pulled it away and hit him in the head with it. The force of the blow pushed the man out of his chair and into the wall. I sprang from my chair and bolted out of the room, only to be intercepted by Agent Lansing. Before he could even ask what had happened I screamed "He's not CIA!"

Within seconds there were about five or six agents grabbing the man and bringing him to a different interrogation room… I never did get to see what was inside that briefcase, after the man tried to take it from me. I was taken home by Agent Lansing after the whole debacle.

When we arrived at my house Agent Lansing sent me to my room so that he could talk with my parents privately. After three attempts at eavesdropping and getting caught I finally just gave up. It was half an hour before I was retrieved. It had been the longest half hour of my life. Agent Lansing explained to me that I "had potential" in the field of espionage and because of that and the fact the men from the library were after me, I was to be relocated to Arco, Idaho. I would be attending the Belle Boyd Academy.

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter; the next will be up shortly… I'm not going to lie I stink at author notes; I never have a clue what to write. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you'll continue reading. As always thanks for reading, and don't be shy to review . Yours truly MHM