Hey! I thought puma must have been boring you to death with her stories, so I decided to chip in! Summary was bad, so I plan on making up for that…

Please excuse and spelling errors, I didn't exactly Ace the class…

Northern Hemispherical Government agents:

Kim Crawford: 14, martial artist, and skilled with swords. Her parents are General James & Dr. Julie Anne Crawford, Dr. Crawford majors in battle tactics, rich contributors to the northern fighting cause. Tall, 5"10, blonde, pretty, and dangerous. If angry, do not confront, repeat, do not confront. Number one agent of the NHG, follows instincts more than rules.

Milton David Krupnick: 14, weaponry expert, and second in line for head of science and technology. Parents are Dr. John & Mrs. Patricia Krupnick. Dr. Krupnick being head of science and tech.

Edward (Eddie) Stevens: 14, Kim's gunman, specializes in sharp-shooting, and weapon routine. Parents are Mr. Daniel & Dr. Sharia Stevens. Dr. Stevens majoring in armory and defense science.

KIMS POV

"Kimberly Crawford, please report to the Head Commissioners office. Immediately." Said the over-head voice. "Its Kim, jenny!" I screamed at the speaker closest to me. "That's not what your birth certificate says, but fine. Kim." Said jenny, a robot computer, programed to react like a human would, so basically a robot secretary.

I ran to the tubes, a system designed so agents at different parts in the "campus" can get to different buildings. You see, the NHG is made so that we can cover everywhere at once, to insure supreme security. So you see, we have different buildings all over the Northern hemisphere, and what would normally take hours, now takes minutes, seconds even!

By the time I got to the headquarters, it had been three minutes, the big man will not be happy about this…

"KIMBERLY CRAWFORD!" too late. I ran up to The Office and rapped the door. When I heard him say to "get your butt in there! Why are you even knocking? The time it took you to knock could have been spent…" I leisurely walked in there, trying to mask an expression of exhaust. "Hey, General, how's it goin'?" I said. "Kim, if you ever needed to be serious, it would be now. So, if you don't mind, I would like to tell you why I called you in," he said. "Uhh, go ahead, sir." I answered, still trying to get the fact that I needed to be serious! "Well you haven't bean given and assignment in a while, and I think you would be perfect for this one!" he said, squealing like a happy four year old. "Not to be rude but," I started "what is this assignment, exactly?" "Well, you see, this whole democracy is very expensive, and we need more money, you know, for banks, all this electricity, everything! Including paying off our agents, so, if we run low on money, then we have to lose one of our work programs, and the first to go would be the youth training program, which means, you lose a job, and we lose our best agent. But our scanners picked up a diamond, silver, and gold transport, all in the same area! Unfortunately, the SEG is also looking for it. And they have a agent, one that might make your match. " He said. I thought about the odds, and, after seventy-three milo-seconds, I decided to go for it. "So when do I leave?" I asked. "We were thinking about, what? Three hours?" he said. "THREE HOURS? It takes three hours just to board the freakin' plane!" I more or less screamed. " Actually, our tech guys made a super powered jet, privet, by the way. Eddie and Milton are both coming, to insure maximum protection, of corse." He said the last part smiling, cause Milton couldn't keep a butterfly in a reinforced jar, and Eddie has problems staying on task, but they where my best friends, and hilarious! Plus, they love falaphils.

General handed me a file and I headed out to lunch. On the way I saw Nicole. Nicole isn't an agent, but her dad is very important. She hates sports, sweating, the color yellow, people who are prettier than her, and me. Definitely today, because a) I'm sweating b) I'm wearing a soccer hoodie c) that shirt is bright yellow d) I'm prettier than her and e) I just so happen to be me at this moment in time, and wow, do I wish I was someone else.

"Kimmy!" Nicole said like we were friends. "First, don't call me Kimmy, and seconded, I'm not your friend. Actually, I'm the opposite of your friend! We're enemies!" I said. "Uh Hu, very interesting. So what cha' holding?" she blabbed on. " I don't know yet, chief just gave it to me and said to open it at lunch." I said, nudging her off a bit. "Great! I was just heading there!" she said, linking arms with me, and dragged me all the way to the cafeteria.

Once we got there, I set the folder down and went to get in line, but there wasn't really a line, cause stuff goes fast here. When I got back to my seat, Eddie and Milton were shoveling Sloppy Joes into their mouths, and Nicole was sitting across from them, trying not to barf. "Hey, guys! What's up?" I asked. "Ehh.. slam ofle slam ofle." Eddie said with food in his mouth, spitting all over Nicole's face.

Nicole grabbed a napkin and flicked Eddie's chewed sloppy Joe of her overly coated face, leaving a pale spot where the make-up got rubbed off. Milton, after politely chewing his food said "But they told us we will be going with you somewhere in South America, near the equator."

I pushed the file closer to the middle. "Yep. They don't know the specifics yet, but they gave me this file. Said it has everything we need to know."

I opened the file and the only thing I saw was a map and a sheet with a photo attached with a paperclip.

It said:

Jackson (jack) Andrews

Agent of the Southern Equatorial government

Dangerous

Acts on instincts

Trained martial artist and skilled in swordery

Tall, 5"11, wavy brown hair

Olive skin, brown eyes

Parents:

General Jackson

Dr. Mica Andrews

Dr. Andrews majors in battle tactics

"He's hot!" Nicole yelled. "Oh please! He's not that cute! Just another boy that's gonna get his butt kicked by a girl." I said indefinitely. But I couldn't help but think that he was kinda maybe sort-a hot. But like I was going to tell Nicole that!

I wonder when we get to meet him… hopefully soon.

"What are you smiling about?" said Milton.

Ok, I don't know if that was any good, and I'll try to wright the second chapter soon.

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