Trust No One

Chapter 1

Ah, the com. center – the only place Evan had peace and quite.

Well, most of the time.

Sinead walked in and smiled, but it was one of those "I'm beginning to trust you less and less but the only reason I'm putting up with you is because of Amy" smiles. She grabbed her notebook and walked out.

As soon as the coast was clear, Evan pulled up his e-mail. Most of it was from Twitter, but one caught his eye. It was from someone he hadn't spoken to in a month – and for a good reason. It said:

It's kind of scary that I'm younger than you and yet I'm better than you at practically everything except baking homemade chocolate chip cookies. (Seriously, guys aren't supposed to bake. I wonder what your "girlfriend" will say if you told her that you were crowned "Best Baker" and the only guy competing was you!) Ok, got to get down to business, Muffin Man :) V1 gave us a mission. You want details? Call – and get the number right this time; old ladies don't like being given amnesia shots.

Emily

PS: I think that lady still remembers you because every time she see's me, she'll give me a look like "Thank God her brother with the awful bowl haircut isn't here!"

Evan froze. It's time. He picked up his phone and dialed her number.

"Ello?" she said in her fake British accent that sounded so real he almost believed it.

"What do you mean 'mission'?" he hissed.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked again in her British accent.

"Emily; come on! I know it's you!"

"Emily? Who are you talking –? Oh no, you're Evan! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL AGAIN! I SWEAR, EVAN TOLLIVER, IF I FIND OUT WHERE YOU ARE I WILL CALL YOUR MOTHER!"

"Sorry; wrong number!" He hung up quickly.

He dialed a different number and finally someone picked up, laughing their head off. "You called her again? And I thought Casper was bad about it, but you've broken his record!"'

"What do you mean 'mission'?"

"Aw, has Attleboro made you weak?" Emily taunted.

"Emily…." he growled.

"Jez, Freckles, take a chill pill. We got a mission and I don't want to put up with your crap."

"Who is it?"

There was silence and Evan knew his little evil sister was smirking. "Your girlfriend."