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I exhaled edgily. I gave up and stopped dancing to answer my phone. Who the heck is calling me? I grabbed my phone out off my back pocket while standing in the middle of the dance floor. I could barely even hear the ringing of my phone over the booming music. So whoever called me must at least waited for a while. I looked down at the screen. The bright, artificial light stung my eyes, as I tried to read the Caller ID.

Courtney Garcia

"Gwen! Where are you ?" Her whiny voice said, blasting out of the phone. But, it was still hard to hear her.

"Courtney, listen," I began, walking off the dance floor to somewhere less crowded and more quiet. I power walked across the hall towards the exit door. I walked out into the cold night air outside.

It was one of Reaper's random parties, where everyone becomes drunk and wasted and usually wake up in the morning with a massive hangover. I decided to leave the party since no one would notice, and I knew what Courtney had to say was important, or... hopefully it is.

"What's going on?" I asked as I opened my car door, and sat inside it. I wasn't driving, just simply sitting in there, just in case I needed to go somewhere. "I'm at a party" I added.

I could hear Courtney's usual frustrated groan."Gwennn! We've got a new assignment! Do you want to get paid or not? Leave that stupid party and come over!... Now!" Courtney said, outraged.

"Okay, Okay! I'll be there in a sec," I said, then proceeding to quickly hang up on her. I grabbed my keys, started the car and drove off, hopefully making it to Courtney's house before she explodes! The road was strangely empty... I didn't put much thought into it and kept driving.

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I parked my Mustang inside the stuffy car park in the Apple Sun apartment hotel. It was a tall 20 story building with a wonderful view of the town. It was dark at night, and the outdoor pool was directly next to the apartment building, glowing like fireflies. I walked inside and took the elevator to Courtney's apartment. You didn't need to check in or do any qualification to go in.

Courtney's apartment was on the 12th level, Room No. 38. I checked the door for the right number and walked inside without any trouble, since it was unlocked.

"Hello?" I closed the door behind me, gaining the workaholic, Courtney's attention. She was sitting on the couch with her pajamas on, with multiple stacks of files everywhere around her.

"Gwen! You're finally here!" Courtney said, still not looking at me, but was too busy digging her head into the files.

"So, what's out assignment this time ?" I asked, getting myself comfy on her leather couch. Courtney still had her eyes on the files as she tried sorting them out non-stop. After a while, she grabbed a thick file, filled with paper, chucking it onto my lap, and finally replied: "Just read it!" and continued to write notes.

"What is it? Another crime investigation?" I asked.

Courtney turned to look at me, and nodded. "Do you know Chris McClean?"

"Yeah, that snotty millionaire who has like, the largest collection of hair gel?... Yeah, I know him" I rolled my eyes as I mentioned his hair gel collection.

"Who knows how they had an auction to see who gets to have the Royal Emerald from the National Museum?" Courtney asked. I nodded. "Yeah well, it was stolen a couple of weeks before it was taken out of the museum to be given to McClean. He won the auction."

"So these are the suspects?" I asked, holding up the file of paper in my hands, knowing the obvious answer.

"Yes, well one of them" Courtney said, glancing back to the file."There are others but we're only working on one of them for now"

I looked down at the file, flipping the page and scanning through the text. There were also snap shots of him and his criminal records for minor crimes such as raiding super markets, drawing graffiti on public buildings, and other stuff like that. I examined a snap shot of his face carefully, since I'll be the one tracking him down.

The guy's appearance wasn't much of a shock. He kind of reminded him of... well me! He had a smug bitter look. Well, what else do you expect a criminal to look like? Multiple piercings on his face: including nose suds, eye piercing, etc. And lastly, which was surprisingly his most eye catching feature, his neon green Mohawk.

"Duncan Carter. Age 17, which is only one year above our's. Height : 5'7... Weight 115 lbs... Gosh, this guy should eat more.." Courtney began reading the file. She likes acting like a leader, she says it helps her become a better agent. "He's known to be in one of those criminal gangs. He has a long juvie record, and according to this," Courtney said, holding up the file. "I'm 100% sure that he has the emerald".

"So we hunt him down?" I suggested. Entirely because that's what we did on our other investigations.

Courtney shook her head. "No. There's no evidence that he robbed the Museum though…"

"What?" I blurted out. "You can't just put him in the criminal list if you have no evidence"

"But he was seen exiting the museum. He was the last person exiting the museum on the night it was robbed" Courtney said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, and did I mention that Chris is going to award us half a million dollars if we catch the criminal?" Courtney smirked.

"Sounds reasonable"I nodded. "But why can't be track him down? There's no other way to find out if he has the diamond" I was confused about this.

Courtney shook her head, laughing making me raise an eyebrow . "Well..about that…" Courtney smiled sheepishly. "Due to my investigation and facts that I've collected about Duncan Carter. He's very erm… he's not an open book" I nodded.

"Yeah, go on..."

"The only way to get information out of him is …well… to be friends with him.." Courtney smiled, devilishly moving closer to me. "And when we gain his trust, you backstab him, and THEN we hunt him down! MILLION DOLLARS, here we come!" she cheered, slamming her mocha hands on the coffee table.

I quivered for a moment as Courtney cheered. "Mmm, that seems kinda risky you know" I examined the file again. "I don't think we should play this guy like that. He might be smarter than you think. Karma will strike sometime, and boom: we fall for his traps instead he other way around!" I said, glancing at Courtney once again to see her reaction. It was the opposite to what I thought it would be.

"Oh my God, we're not going to get caught" she said sounding so confident for an unknown reason. "This'll be so simple, that he'll never even notice. Oh, and did I say 'we'?" she chuckled , flipping her short hair back. "I meant you."

"Wait, What?"

"Yes, you Gwen!" Courtney pointed at me with a serious face. "There's no way I am risking myself near a criminal! Nah-ah! It would ruin my reputation and other people don't know that we're secret agents, so they'll get the wrong idea! And since you're… erm… gothy punky, like him, you'll be the mole!"

I sighed loudly, rolling my eyes. I expected this. Well, at least Courtney did the research, so I guess I'm going to have to be the mole. "Fine..." I muttered quietly. Suddenly my phone vibrated from the inside of my pocket. Crap, who the heck is calling me now? I took out my phone to check the Caller ID again.

'Pixie Corpse'

Oh great…

"Hey Pixie" I casually answered the phone, trying to act as if nothing was going on.

"Gwen!" Pixie boomed loudly though the phone."Where are you? You suddenly disappeared from the party! When did you even leave ? Is something wrong? OMG! Something's wrong isn't it? I can just feel-"

"Calm down" I laughed, cutting off my optimistic, yet hyper friend. She, along with everybody, has no idea about my life as a secret agent with Courtney. So It has to remain a secret. "I felt sleepy and tired. You know, too much vodka" I lied. I didn't even drink, but I just needed a reason.

"Ahah, you drink now?" Pixie laughed. Looks like she bought it. "Whatever! You should have stayed at the party! It's so much fun "

"Sorry, I'm just really tired" I said faking a cough.

"Whoa! Okay then, see you on Monday. Bye"

I hung up the phone, turning my attention back to Courtney She was still busy collecting more data about Duncan Carter, the street punk. I picked up the file folder of Duncan Carter again. There was load of secret snap shots of him, and even a sample of his DNA. There was also a strand of his green hair. I skimmed though the file again, reading his history. There wasn't much information on it. it was mostly based on his criminal records. We sat there in comfortable silence, as we did our own thing, until Courtney spoke again.

"You better do this job right. I went to 5 different town to get this information!" She bragged.

"Okay" I said. I turned towards Courtney again. "Hey, can I see the evidence that proves that this Duncan guy was actually at the museum?"

Courtney shrugged carelessly and turned the projector on, closing all the windows, and dimming the lights. I leaned back on the sofa as the blank screen rolled down. Courtney was on her laptop, searching for the clip .

"Okay, it should be up now. Okay look, this is recorded by a security camera outside the building by the way" she said, also sitting down.

She played the tape and the screen turned on, showing the people walking out of the Museum since it was night and almost closed. I could tell that the camera was hidden in the tree, since the camera shot was looking down. I looked careful. The the tape was quite blurry. After a wave of people walking out, the last one was Duncan. He was walking out with both of his hands inside his pants pocket, and had his face looking down at his feet.

"See! He's the last one! And the emerald is definitely inside his pant pocket!" Courtney shouted at the screen, victoriously.

But the tape went on... It showed two more girls running out of the museum. Looks like a game of tag. They both looked familiar... a little bit too familiar. One was a skinny blonde, while the other was chubby. Both of the girls were puffing and panting from their game of tag.

"Hey, is that Lindsay and Beth from our school?" Courtney asked, shocked as she paused the video to get a better look.

"Yep, thats Beth and Lindsay" I assured, looking at them." They might be the one that stole the emerald" Even I felt silly for saying that. Stupid guess.

"No way, man!" Courtney objected.

The video went on, Beth and Lindsay tripped over each others heels. Trust me, Beth does not look good in heels... They sat there crying, as Duncan walked off awkwardly. Okay, No way it could be Beth or Lindsay. They are too clumsy to do such a thing. Beth can't even steal candy from a baby!

As the tape finished, the lights immediately switched back on and the roller screen rolled back up. I watched as Courtney puts all the files away in a locker, and locking it. It's top secret stuff. We'll be dead if anyone finds out about it.

"So... how do become friends with this Duncan guy?"

A evil smirk immediately made it's way onto Courtney's face.


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