Chapter one: Spectacularly Spyrific!

Location: Washington D. C.

Time: 8:47 p.m.

Water flowed peacefully in a fountain in the middle of the town square. It circulated the fountain countless times, both day and night. The stars shimmered in the night sky. The orange leaves of the trees either danced along with the wind with a soft sound or fall off the trees and onto the ground.

A male figure in a yellow hoodie walked up to the fountain, stoping five feet away from it. He did a double take before walking closer, but he missed a pair of yellow eyes shimmering behind a tree. He walked closer to the fountain. Once the fountain was in arm's reach, he reached into his pocket and took another double take before bringing out his hand, which was curled into a fist. He was about to attach the object in his fist onto the edge of the fountain when he was hit on the head, knocking him into an unconscious state. As he went unconscious, he dropped the object in his hand, before it could hit the ground, it was stopped by a gold gogo boot. The man fell to the ground, revealing a female figure with short hair cut messily. The only other visible feature was her metallic yellow eyes.

"Well, that was easy," she murmured. Her voice was husky but sweet and comforting at the same time, that is if you're not going against her.

She flicked her left foot and caught the object in her left hand. She opened it to observe the object. It was small and rectangular and had a little timer that was at 00:00 and glowed LIME GREEN, exposing a little bit of the red coloring of the object.

She pressed two of her right fingers onto her right ear. A blinking blue light didn't stop ever since she knocked that guy out cold. Thankfully, when she pressed it, the annoying blue light stopped. A gold earpiece was attached to her ear and a mic was close to her mouth and connected to the earpiece by a wire. She heard crackling before a voice.

"Report," a squeaky but stern female voice said trough the earpiece.

"Mission complete in 10 seconds flat," the girl replied.

"No traps?"

"So far, no."

"Good. Me, A-six-three, and A-six-six will be there to pick you up in a jiffy."

"Roger that." After that reply, there was crackling and then silence. Disturbing, that is.

Two female figures in red and black clothing and had several rose tattoos holding shiny red laser guns stepped forward behind her, trying to be as stealthy as they can. Apparently, one of them stepped on a branch and it made a loud cracking sound. The girl's eyes darted over her shoulder.

She smirked. "Amateurs," she murmured under her breath with a shake of her head. It was loud enough for her to hear but not enough for anyone else to hear.

She waited for the women to reach her. It took a while, but when they finally did, she stuffed the red object into a pocket on her gold- colored utility belt and did a back flip, landing behind the women. The women hissed in anger and started firing their laser guns. Each red laser missed the girl. Apparently, the women had terrible aim, considering that the girl just stood there with each laser missing her.

"Yep, complete and total amateurs," the girl murmured under her breath with a sigh. She held her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Hey, black losers, you couldn't hit me if I was bigger than Lady Liberty!"

This insult immediately angered the women, trying to shoot better, but still failed to hit the unmoving figure. It wasn't long until a ship hovered down, it was coated in a metallic yellow cover but still dim in the night. The women tried shooting at it, but as the girl said, they couldn't hit it if it was bigger than Lady Liberty. A sliver gun lowered from under the nose of the ship, shorting a fluid that formed tall crystals of ice around the women, trapping them. The hanger door opened and the girl jumped in. As soon as the hanger door closed, the ship was gone.

Location: Meca-A 2000

Time: 9:00 p.m.

The girl stood up from her position on the silver floor. The light from the blue circuitry around the dark room lightly lit up her fair skin. The lights around the room opened, and as soon as they did, the blue ring of circuitry around the girl lit up and changed some of her features. Her lively blonde hair turned into a beautiful shade of brown, and her metallic yellow eyes turned to soft blue belle eyes. She stood from the ground and headed for the nearby lift.

After a few minutes of standing in place, the lift stopped and opened. She walked out the lift and as soon as she did, it closed and went down. The girl now stood in a gold-colored room that had blue circuitry. In the center, there was a silver platform with half a cockpit and a floating grey chair. Even though the cockpit was only half the size of a completely round cockpit, it work just like one. If not, better. In front of the cockpit was a driving center with another floating grey chair. To its left was a communication center and to its right was a speed center, in other words, it's where you could manage the speed, velocity, power, and engines of the ship. Both sides had floating grey chairs.

Beside the cockpit was a sliver floating robot with gold circuitry and shaped like a sphere. It had one camera in front that served as its eye.

"I have returned," the girl said in a low voice.

"I have some news for you, young agent," a stern female voice said from the cockpit chair. The chair turned around to face the young agent. On the chair sat a young woman, around her 20s. Her long brown hair in a braided bun. Her stern blue belle eyes staring down at the agent. "Your first mission was a success!" Her voice was soft and cheerful.

The tension the was in the room lifted and everything was happy. The other two chairs turned to face the young agent. Their eyes full of glee and their brown hair was well...brown. On the the driver's seat was a man in his 30s and on the communication seat was a 12-year-old girl. Even the drone turned around with a 'smile'.

"You did it sis!" The twelve-year-old exclaimed, running towards her sister and giving her a hug. "You did it! When I grow up, I wanna be just like you! If not, better!"

The young agent giggled, "You may be better than me in your first mission, but we will only know for sure once you turn 16."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make you proud."

"We know you will." The young agent looked at the older ones, their parents. "Hey, dad, aren't you supposed to be driving?"

"Nah, it's all under control, sweetie," the man said.

"Are you sure, hon'?" the woman asked as she turned back to the front, "'Cause it looks like we're about to crash into Lady Liberty."

"Huh?" The man turned to see that they were really about to. He made a surprised sound and steered the ship around the stone lady. He let out a sigh of relief and wiped the invisible sweat on his forehead with the back of his left hand. "How about we celebrate our victory later, sweetie. When we get home. Where there aren't any stone women to bump into. Or crash into."

The young agent gave a small chuckle. "Whatever you say, dad." She and the other girl headed back to their stations. The young agent's station was the speed center, or what they like to call it, Station six-three-nine-six (Station 6396).

What you see here, is only the beginning.