Hi! So, this is sorta based off a dic I read over at fictionpress (Underage and Undercover, in case you wanna check it out.) However, it was never finished D: Soo I decided to put my own lil spin on it! Everyone is probably gonna be kinda ooc, because I'm weird like that I guess? So here we go!


"There is no way this is going to work." I grumble, looking down at my feet. Caleb, standing next to me in the door frame, nods in agreement. At least, I hope he agrees with me.

"It will work if you would listen to me, and do as I tell you." Amar says, getting up from his desk and walking toward me. I just shake my head. Standing in front of me, Amar places a hand on my shoulder. I pause for a moment, looking at his hand, before I knock it off.

"It won't work!" I burst out, exasperated. Caleb gives me a hard look, clearly not liking my outburst. I may be talking to the leader of The Agency, but I had known Amar all my life, he was basically a father to me. Before I could say anything else though, Caleb chimes in.

"I could go instead, or we could even go together! This is her first mission, you can't send her in alone. She's never even been out of The Agency alone before!" I nod my head vigorously. Amar barely takes notice of what Caleb said, he just stands in front of me, staring. I feel more and more uncomfortable under his stare. Finally, I sigh.

"It's just..." I trail off. Taking a peek up at Amar, I see him raise an eyebrow, waiting for me to finish.

"It's just, there is not way this will work, it makes no sense! I can't stay with him, this is Juvy, Amar! Not summer camp! Hell, even in summer camp, boys and girls sleep separately! It just doesn't make sense for me to stay with him. And how am I even supposed to get him to spill his secrets, anyway? They're secrets for a reason! And what if he finds out! There will be no one there to stop him from pounding my face in! I just don't feel right about this, Amar." I suck in some air, breathless from my rant.

Amar considers what I said. After a while, he turns his back to me and goes back to his desk.

"Fine, you're right. You won't room with him. I'll see about getting someone in the inside, there, but it may not work. If you're on your own, you better not let him find out. Anything else?" He asks, tilting his head slightly. I pause for a moment to think.

"Do I have to get a real tattoo?"


I wake to a loud pounding on my door. A glace at the clock tells me I'm being woken an hour earlier than I normally get up. Hell. No.

"It's five in the morning." I desperately cling to the warmth of my bed. The door opens, and I hear the intruder stride right up to my bed.

"You need to get ready, you have an early flight to Chicago." I groan. Before I can say anything, my blanket gets tugged off my body.

"Noooooo..." I whine. The blanket thief laughs, then grabs my arm.

"Up. Now. Go shower." I sigh loudly, but do as I'm told.

Fifteen minutes later, I am showered. I sit on my bed, while a woman I only vaguely recognized goes through my dresser.

"None of this will work. I'll have to send someone to do some shopping for you, before we leave. Here, I think this should fit you. It's my daughters, she's about your size. Put that on, and I'll be back in a couple of minutes to put on your makeup."

I nod, still sleepy. The woman shuts the door behind her, and I reach out to grab the black pile of clothes she set on top of the dresser. I groan, again. Black was not my favorite color. I sigh, and take off the long, gray nightshirt I slept in. In it's place, I have on a tight, black tank top. It hugs my body, and perfectly showcases my lack of a 'womanly' figure. I groan again, itching to throw on one of my soft hoodies instead. I struggle getting into the jeans, they were so tight. Great. I had to admit, however, they looked nice. They were made of some soft, probably fake leather material. They would look much better on someone with an actual figure, though.

The woman comes back, with large makeup bag in hand. I am so not looking forward to this. At all. The woman, who I found to be named Tori, snaps at me to pay attention as she applies the dark makeup. She lines my eyes with dark eyeliner, then covers my eyelids in an even darker eye shadow.

"There is no way I'm wearing all this makeup." I complain as she tries to apply dark red lipstick to my lips. She puts a hand on her hip.

"You're going to have to blend in. For some reason, these kids love to wear black. Which means you're going to have to love it too, okay? Suck it up. Deal with it. You were chosen for this mission, so you had better adjust your attitude." She pauses, thinking for a minute, then lets out a soft chuckle.

"Better yet, keep up the moody teenager act. Maybe that will get you in with him."

Him. I hardly even know who 'him' is. I bite the inside of my lip, about to ask Tori for more information. Before I could she sighs, and puts away the makeup.

"His name is Four, and he was second in command in a major gang, called Dauntless. That's all I know, really." She stands up, finally, which I take to mean we're done with the makeup.

"Alright, you're going to have a guy on the inside, okay? As well as Amar, who you will meet with biweekly for updates and info. Now come on, we need to get you on your plane." Tori makes her way to the door, not even looking back to make sure I'm following.

"And don't think we forgot about your tattoo. We'll do it on the plane, alright? Let's go." She says, as I shut the door to my bedroom. I really don't want to do this.