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Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Big Time Rush.
I am so tired! I stayed up all of last night studying Mr. Steele's profile. No, not a profile on Facebook, as most girls would do. I am a spy. Not many people know this about me, except my friend Miley. She is a spy as well. Normally, I have a day job at WSBT, but when Jerry (that's my boss) calls, all I have to do is pretend that I'm going out on a researching trip. While I'm gone on my mission, usually with Miley, Jerry's team will come up with a news story for me and Miley. Did I mention that Miley works with me too? Sorry, it must have slipped my mind. My name's Alley Hendricks. I'm a 6'0" tall brunette with hair that reaches to the small of my back. I'm very thin and fit, which is probably a good thing, considering I have to run and get into tight places a lot. Anyways, back to my story.
As I said, I was really tired when I got out of bed after getting only about 2 hours of sleep. Knowing that a shower would wake me up, I undressed and got into the shower. I washed and conditioned my hair, then soaped up and rinsed. After I was free of all soap suds, I grabbed my towel and dried off. Walking over to my closet, I picked out my uniform for WSBT. Hopefully the Steele case wouldn't need any attention today, because I was far from peak condition. After only two hours of sleep, I was practically dead on my feet. A cup of coffee soon remedied that problem. The drive to the studio was a long one, as I was being careful. I have to be very careful not to do anything that can put me out of commission. If that happened, Jerry would probably kick me off the team. After all, who pays someone to sit around and do nothing? Whatever I do, I cannot endanger my health in any way, shape, or form.
When I arrived at the studio, Miley was there to meet me. This probably meant that my hopes for the day were about to get crushed. Sure enough, the first words Miley said to me were "Get ready to go. Mr. Steele is on the move once again." I sighed and started back to Miley's car.
"Where are we meeting Jerry?" I asked as we walked to Miley's van.
"We aren't actually going to meet Jerry today. He's going to contact us via Webcam." We both crawled into the van. Sure enough, the laptop screen soon flickered to life. Jerry's worried features filled the entire screen.
"Hello ladies. I'm afraid that Mr. Steele is going to make a move that could threaten everyone in the US. Our intelligence has heard from reliable sources that he has hacked the US government security, and is going to launch a program that will destroy everything that is on file, including information pertaining to some of the most despised terrorists ever known. Without this information, we will have to start from scratch, which allows the terrorists more time to plan their attacks. This mission is of utmost importance. I want you to give it your best and succeed, or die trying. Is that clear? he asked us in a grave voice.
"Very." we both replied.
"Very well. Since this job is huge, I have selected two more associates of ours to help you. You may know them." Jerry told us. "In fact, they should be walking up to your car any minute now." Sure enough, a couple seconds later, a tap sounded on the window. Miley and I both jumped, for staring at us through the window were two incredibly familiar faces.
Guess who it is? Please review and take the poll on my page! Again, sorry about how short it is. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise!