She entered the classroom with a confident swagger. It seemed almost impossible the level of confidence she exerted. No one dare corrected anything she did, from picking one seat after the next. She finally landed near the top. Right next to him. Alfred F. Jones. He looked at her, how dare she summon the audacity of just plopping down, sitting wherever she wants. She looked around the room, as if surveying every nook and cranny in the room. After satisfied with what she saw, she let out a small smile, and started pulling out her things. Alfred cleared his throat. She took a quick look at him, and went back to unpacking her things.

"Hi, I'm Irene Martinez." Irene looked him on fully, looking at him with an interested look. It was something about her tan skin, amber eyes, and long dark hair, that threw him off.

"Alfred, nice to meet ya!" he said a bit eccentrically. She didn't seem put off by it.

"Nice to meet you, Al."

Alfred stared at her. She gave him a confused look. "Oh, sorry. You just look... Familiar."

"Hmm, small world."

Earlier that week...

Jones sat at a table, eyes stalking his target. He looked around, noticing the many potential witnesses. He got up, planning to go to a more secluded area. Until he saw her. Her face was obscured, but he could make out a woman, seemingly flirting with the wacko.

"Women, they see a chance for money and they grab it-"

Al stopped mid sentence to see the mystery girl over the man, handcuffing him.

"Mr. Coriano, you're under arrest for tax evasion and theft, you have the right to remain silent, anything you say..." and so on and on the saying goes. Jones stood shocked at how the small girl took the man down in a matter of seconds, then started racing toward the duo in order to kill his target. The girl and her prisoner walked out, the girl taking one last look behind her. Her amber eyes surveyed the room, landing directly on his blue ones.

Cruz woke up, her second day at the university. She was here on an undercover mission, one of the best field agents, and third in command for the CMA-the Cruz Moreno Agency-and was trying to please her sexist father. There were sacrafices she made for the sake of the agency, owned by her father and deceased mother, including social life and comfort. She was here strictly on buisness. She signed, putting on a pair of glasses, while putting her now black hair in pigtails. It wasn't her best disguise, but she had a less of a chance of being discovered in this location. She left her temporary apartment and started on her way to school. On the way, she spotted the Alfred fellow, and was tempted to go say hi, until she remembered, strictly buisness. She sighed and marched foward.

Jones looked up from his breakfast to see black pigtails in the distance. "What was her name again?" he asked himself. Irene. "Looks like I'll be skipping a class or two." Something seemed really off about her, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

Irene Martinez was a peculiar figure. As in, she wasn't a figure at all. Besides school data banks, she didn't exist at all. And speak of the devil. Irene sat next to him, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. She looked right, then left, and then saw Alfred. Irene then stood up and surveyed the library for a isolated computer.

"Sorry about that, I'll just leave now." She started to walk away, until Jones grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Irene, is it?" he asked. She nodded. "So you're a real person?"

Irene gave out a nervous giggle, and responded quickly, "In the flesh," and ripped her hand away from his grip. She then decided to leave the library instead of carrying out whatever she was gonna do. Jones narrowed his eyes. She really was someone different. In a very bad way.

Cruz washed the black grunge out her hair and put on her polo, skirt, and trench coat. She was to report back the findings of her mission so far. She grabbed her keys and opened the door, to find bright blue eyes staring into her soul.

"So you came in as Irene, but you're leaving as who?

Cruz panicked and grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and pushed him to the ground."Sir, I am in no way acquainted with you, and as of now, you are seen as a threat to my mission. Please return to your home at once." Jones broke free, and rolled over, pinning her on her back. He took a good long look at her, before his eyes widened in realization.

"It's you!"