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Chapter One – Show me what Im looking for (Carolina Liar)
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Washington D.C. base of the GUARDIANS
"Hello. We. Are. Here. To. Ask. You. Some. Questions." Adam said with hand motions. "I speak English you idiot." Said the Russian spy."She is packing heat, time to kick it up a notch." Whispered Eli to Adam. Adam nodded. "Aye aye captain."
"Listen Sasha….." "My name is Imogen." She said interrupting. "Really? Usually Russian girls are named Sasha. Imogen sounds more German." Eli said to himself.
"Anyway," continued Mark, "Tell us what we need to know." Imogen scoffed, "You think I am going to give you information that easily? I'm offended that Simpson sent you two to question me. You should be dealing with minors." Eli glared at her. "Not true, we are totally hardcore!" Adam nodded, "You bet we are!" Imogen sighed, "Can you send more professional people in?" She yelled this to the mirror that was a window. "You sure?" asked Agent Coyne. "Yes! Affirmative!" Imogen yelled with a tone of annoyance. "No, no affirmative. We can do this!" yelled Adam at the mirror. "Coyne would you like to tell me why you sent 13 year old boys to question me?" Asked Imogen completely ignoring Adam's statement. "The training facility thought it would help the students if they questioned the world's top criminals, it was the luck of the draw it happened to be you." Imogen sighed and rubbed her head, "Lucky me."
"Your mean." Mumbled Adam. "Grow up!" hissed Imogen. "YOU grow up!" yelled Adam. "Okay boys that's enough questioning for today." Said Simpson walking in to drag the boys out. Imogen sighed with relief.
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Oatmeal, Texas
"Where is dad?" Clare asked as she walked in from school. "Work." Helen said. "Shocker." Mumbled Clare. Her house was always quiet. She looked out the window to see a black van pull up in her yard. "Uh mom, there is a van in our yard." Helen walked in hastily. "Who in their right mind…. Oh. Honey go to your room." Helen said looking at her anxiously. "Are they gangsters?" asked her younger brother Ben. "No its your dad's work. Please go to your room!" Clare rolled her eyes and picked up her brother to go upstairs.
Once she set up some kind of game for Ben, Clare hid in the hallway of the stairs to listen to the conversation. She never knew her father's occupation. So she was hoping to get a clue.
"Honey please just think about it." Pleaded her father. "Yes Mrs. Edwards, she is just what the academy needs." This was her father's co-worker Simpson. "No! I will not let my children be in any part of your spy nonsense!" Her father sighed, "Honey this isn't Spy Kids. She will be perfectly safe! All she can do is the training and then later decide if she wants to work in the Guardian's Association." Helen laughed, "Oh, it sounds so simple but its not. Its torn our family apart!" Her father sighed for the umpteenth time, "No that corporation is the reason we met. Just let her choose." Helen was silent for a moment, "I….. I guess." Her mother sounded so sad. "Go get her, we need to explain a lot." Mr. Simpson said finally talking. She heard her mother's footsteps. Clare gasped and ran upstairs to Ben.
Her mother opened the door to the room, "Clare, your father and I need to talk to you." Clare simply nodded and followed.
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"You're a spy/agent for a secret link off the CIA and you want me to attend a year of training?" The adults nodded. "Well that makes perfect sense." Mumbled Clare to herself. "Would you like to?" asked Simpson hesitantly. She shrugged, "I guess." Her father grinned, "Great! Go pack we leave tonight!"
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