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Zachary Akon and his best friend Max were huddled up in his room discussing their plans. These were not plans for a project or date, no, these were plans for an escape. An escape from uncaring parents and spoiled siblings. Now you may scoff, all teens cross this point at once but when your parents don't give damn and you have all the money you could want it becomes very real. Zach had money, Max had the plans and with both having an IQ of 150+, they could do it.
They were going to pull it off tonight, escape to DC and live their lives normally. Max had already packed her bags, yes, her bags. Max was a girl - a boyish girl. Everything was set, they snuck out, grabbed their bags and bikes and rode off into the night. They stowed away on a plane headed to DC and everything was going perfectly until they entered a small motel, where they would spend the night.
Trent Kort relaxed into his chair, pondering on the latest assignment. He needed to infiltrate a group and bring them down, simply enough. Except the group recruited only teenagers and the CIA had no teens. He let out an annoyed puff and caught bits of a conversation that interested him:
"Okay, we spend the night here and hitchhike to DC,"
"Yup, I can't believe we made it so far,"
"I can, we are awesome,"
Trent Kort craned his neck and caught sight of two teens, a boy and a girl. Both seemed to be in great physical shape and looked similar, twins? But whoever they were, they were the answer to his problem. Trent Kort grabbed a napkin and a pen and wrote, " Want to get to DC and get paid? Visit my room, room 101," he stood and walked out casually, dropping the napkin on their table.
Zach and Max pondered for a long while and finally decided that they would see what he wanted. They cautiously knocked and Zach fingered his knife. He may have been 13 but he knew enough. Max similarly had a blade concealed at her waist.
Trent opened the door and invited them in. He got down to business," You both seem to have immense talent and the CIA needs you for an op,"
"Us?" Max questioned, "But the CIA can't run ops on American soil?"
"A formality, all you have to do is join a group and give us the leader's name," Trent pacified
Zach and Max glanced at each other, they already had the perfect plan, they didn't need to divert from it but spies sounded cool so they gave their consent.
"Come in," a rough voice called as they knocked on the door of a run down shack. The two obeyed and entered, standing in a large, bare room. It had an old musty smell and was dominated by the large man sitting on a chair. The leader, they presumed.
"You want to join the Youths?"
"We're here aren't we?" Zach retorted
"Yes, I suppose you are, but not anyone can join the Youths. Prove yourself to me. " the man demanded harshly
"How?" Max wanted to know
"Get me the daughter of Eric Caden," he said finally, handing them a file.
"Sure," Zach replied
The two left him and both knew that they were in trouble. If they reported to Trent, the dude would know they were spies and that would screw up everything. It was time to get Eric's daughter.
"Gear Up!" Gibbs yelled as he stormed in.
The usual question followed, "Where we going, Boss?"
"Couple of teens called in a body!"
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