-Prequel-

FAIL Squad

Chris wasn't acting like himself that day. He couldn't really tell why he was so nervous... Wait, his boss was coming over. He sighed and got the papers ready. He thought of himself as a very imposing person; somebody who was "the boss". But truth was, he wasn't a boss. Instead, he quaked at the very mention of his boss...

"Oh! Umm... Hello Tracie, sir." He said as his boss walked in. The boss was rather large and cynical, not to mention somebody who scares the breath out of Chris; mostly because he signs Chris's paycheck. Either way, Chris needed a change of underwear.

"Don't call me Tracie. My dad got drunk on the day I was born and thought I was a girl. I would prefer if you call me T-Dawg." He retorted.

"Ye- Yes T-Dawg."

"It doesn't really fit me when I hear it. How about T-Sizzle?"

"T-Sizzle?" Chris raised an eyebrow. Tracie nodded.

"So, I presume you have our next federal secret agents chosen?"

"Uh- Of course! Here's the funny part... So I tried to find the agents by pretending to host this show called Total Drama. In order to get people to come, I had to give 100,000 dollars that's coming out of your paycheck..." Chris nervously laughed.

Silence followed, as Tracie stared at Chris with a dissaproving frown. Chris nervously laughed again, "This is when you're supposed to laugh."

"It's coming out of your paycheck. Anyways, can I know who you picked?" Tracie retorted.

"Umm... Here." Chris handed the papers. Tracie looked through the applications, frowning as he looked at exactly who Chris had chosen.

"These are the people you've chosen? Owen, Sierra, Duncan, Courtney, Noah, Lindsay, Harold and Eva? Really?"

"Are you kidding me? These people are perfect for the job!"

"You've hired Owen..."

"Even he's perfect! After eating a burrito he's silent and deadly! Perfect for a ninja!"

"We're hiring spies, not ninjas!"

"Fine... But you have to admit, Noah is perfect for this job."

"Fair enough. Duncan, Courtney, Noah and Harold could be molded in to pretty decent spies with enough training. But that doesn't excuse the rest."

"Alright, look. I've spent months with these people. I know what they're capable of. Give me one week of training with them. I'll prove that they are all spy material. Every last one of them. Plus, we've lost all of our operatives. They are either killed or are MIA. I miss Chef, his food always put a frown on other people's faces." Chris replied.

"Fine. One week. But consider it your paycheck that will be failing if you don't manage to give me five-star operatives."

"Deal." Chris smiled, "I'll get the F.A.I.L squad to be one of the best this agency has ever known!"

"You're going to call them Fail?"

"Yeah, Final Assesments In Linguistics. F.A.I.L."

Author's Notes:

This is more of a prequel chapter. Expect the actual story to be much longer.

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