inspired by agent cody banks
Chapter One
The First Mission
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Name.
Derrick Charles Harrington.
Date of Birth.
16th of November 1993.
Occupation.
High School Student.
Specialties.
Soccer team captain and goalie.
Photographic Memory.
Leader.
Great Driver.
I Learn things as I see them happening.
I Can make anyone fall in love with me.
Aim in Life.
'I don't really have any aims. I just make them up as I go along'
Derrick Harrington was a very outgoing and charming boy that was basically friends with everyone. Nobody knew him very profoundly, but nobody was really interested on what was going on with him. They never questioned his actions; he was 'the' man that everybody admired and wanted to be, and the guy that all the girls wanted to get with.
That was the reason why Derrick Harrington made such a great applicant to the spy summer camp he always went to every single summer. It had a cover; they called it Westlake Summer Camp. Nobody really knew what it really was until they actually got there.
The parents were fooled to believe it was a simple summer camp like any other, they were sending their kids to. The future spies in training went there for the first time when they were twelve years old, expecting a normal camp too. They were chosen by application, by their specialties and their attitude towards life.
Once they were explained what the camp was really about, and they agreed to the terms they would sign a contract, promising absolute silence and secrecy which also allowed them future missions once they turned sixteen and an assured job position at the CIA once they got their university degree, even if it was from a crappy school.
Derrick Harrington applied for summer camp with his back then best friend Dempsey Solomon, who was rejected by the camp saying that he applied too late and that the positions were all taken. Derrick understood why only after he got told what the camp was really about. Dempsey was kind of weak.
The kids who didn't agree to the contract were sent back home with the refund, as the camp made up some believable excuse about the child being naughty or sick. The kids that denied the position were also injected with this chemical that made them forget the past day and woke up remembering what they were told to believe.
That had always scared the shit out of young Derrick Harrington. But then he became one of the best agents to be.
During the normal school days, he would exercise every day at the gym, at a place funded by the CIA in his neighborhood. There were many of these, like eight in every main city. They were obviously hidden, where no common person could have gone to and they were equipped with specialized spy machinery that helped them improve in different things.
Winter had passed, and Derrick had just came back from the 'camp reunion' that they had every winter for a few days, just to get them in shape again. The people who obviously didn't exercise everyday were sent back home with a selected memory loss the CIA had invented, and worked more than fine.
"MAN. We HAVE to go to a freaking Slice of Heaven tonight!" a friendly voice demanded from Derrick's back. He was at the changing room, just after he took a shower after soccer practice after school. His towel was wrapped around his waist, showing off his rock hard abs and pectorals.
"Why? What's happening at Slice of Heaven?" Derrick asked as he turned around to see Josh Hotz, his best friend just as he expected.
"Alicia freaking Rivera is happening. With her little posse; Kori, Olivia and Kristen" Josh replied. Derrick knew he had to say no, and it was entertaining seeing Josh pulling puppy dog eyes on him.
"If Kristen is going, I am definitely not going" Derrick replied. It was the perfect excuse.
"Come on man!" Josh whined.
"He is definitely not going" an unknown womanly voice came from the door. The two boys and a few guys from the team turned around to see who the intruder in the man's changing room was.
"What?" Josh asked himself out loud. That 'what' was mostly about her slamming body, and less about the Slice of Heaven problem.
The woman was undeniably hot. She was really tall, blond, with a nice color skin that was neither ghostly pale nor tacky tanned. She had a pair of nice classy heels, a high waist black skirt with a gold button down shirt with thin navy blue stripes. On her shoulder an expensive looking handbag and on her eyes a pair of Chanel oversize sunglasses which were probably bigger than her face.
"Who are you?" Kemp Hurley asked when he took a good look at the girl.
"None of your business" the blond hottie snapped and turned her head towards Derrick. "Derrick Harrington, come with me"
"Why does Harrington always get the hottest ones? It's so unfair!" another team member whined, as Derrick obeyed the orders.
He looked at the towel, which was the only thing he was wearing and then looked at the blondie who looked inpatient. "Get dressed in five seconds."
Derrick quickly grabbed the boxers and slid them on with his pair of Seven jeans. He grabbed his dark grey tee shirt and wore it on the way towards the door where the blond was waiting.
"Wait. Before I do follow you, I want a confirmation of who you are." Derrick said as he stopped in the middle of the hallway. She was just a few inches shorter than him, which still meant that she was tall because he was over six feet.
"Sunny Arkansas Rampage." Those three words said it. It was exactly what he was looking for. Sunny Arkansas Rampage. It was the secret code for Secret Agent in Request. He learned it in the third year of summer camp and never forgot.
He nodded and followed her to the stretch limousine that was waiting outside Westchester High, which was a public school for the less fortunate kids that didn't have the money to attend a private one.
Everyone was trying to take a peek inside the limousine and everyone started talking when they saw a spoiled looking young woman that could easily pass as eighteen year old next to Derrick.
"Don't take it wrong. This is fully professional." The blond touched his hand and held it. Derrick was confused at first but picked up quite easily. The people were curious. It would have been an easy excuse and way out of the questions.
"Oh my God! Derrick, you would not buh-lieve what happened today! I had to fire my butler because he refused to bring me my daily diet Coke!" suddenly the blond changed voice, and sounded like a total bimbo. Derrick looked around and saw the students that were lurking around the car aaah-ing, like they finally understood what was going on.
A spoilt rich blond was dating a public school guy. It didn't happen often, but it did happen.
Once the two got inside the limo, the driver drove off to somewhere more secure. "So, who are you and what's going on?" Derrick finally got to ask.
"Agent Adele Long, CIA sent me to their best spy in training. They're ready to give you a mission" Adele said as she turned on the many screens around the limo.
"Seriously? Already?? They wait at least till you're eighteen normally!" Derrick exclaimed with shock, but Adele knew it was for the happiness. All the teenage agents in training were waiting for this moment. Once you got recruited for one job and completed it successfully you knew that they would call for you continuously. And if you were younger, the chances of getting a call-back were even higher.
"I know, it doesn't happen often, but the reports on your abilities impressed my boss, so suck it up and listen to me" Adele answered coldly. Derrick nodded. "We are heading to the New York City CIA headquarters. From there we will discuss the top-secret assignment they are going to set you and present you with some equipment"
Derrick nodded. He looked out of the window and never realized how fast the driver was actually going. It didn't surprise him much. With CIA owned cars, anyone could drive how fast as they wanted.
Adele discussed with him his current physical conditions. He was still fit from everyday work-outs, and he revised the CIA code book every few months or so even if he didn't need it thanks to his photographic memory that just kept every single information inside his brain.
When the limo parked into a normal looking building, Derrick didn't know if he was supposed to get out until Adele told him to. He had never been to a headquarter before, and he never imagined it to be like a Trump building, but a more futuristic building.
Adele walked towards the main entrance, showed the doorman her badge, and he nodded to let her and Derrick in. The elevator took them to the sixteenth floor. Outside the elevator there was a long corridor, and by the end of the corridor there was a huge metallic door, with a finger and eye scanner.
Adele scratched the electronic badge which opened the scanner. The machine rapidly scanned her eyes, and then she pressed her right hand on the screen. She pressed something else, which let the two agents in and got the door immediately closed.
"Welcome to the CIA New York City headquarters Agent Long plus one" an electronic machine voice said when the doors closed. Adele walked towards a door, which automatically opened as Adele passed.
This was exactly what Derrick imagined. It was even better in person. He loved it, and admired everything around him. Finally his time had come.
"Agent Harrington! It's a pleasure to finally have you here and meet you! We heard lots of great things about you" a very familiar looking agent shook hands with Derrick. Suddenly he felt ashamed. He was meeting the famous Gerard Rustic the man that managed to stop a bomb that was going to explode right in front of the White House twenty years ago and Derrick was presenting himself in a dark pair of straight legged jeans and a simple grey shirt.
"Agent Rustic. It's an honor" Derrick said, without managing to keep his eyes off him. He saw him on the CIA books and the trainers kept on repeating his name. A 'hero'.
"Agent Rustic, pardon Agent Harrington's apparel, I just pulled him out of the changing rooms after soccer practice" Adele was basically reading Derrick's mind.
"What can you do, you're only sixteen once! You have your whole life to wear a boring suit" Agent Rustic laughed. Derrick laughed with him. "Well, let's talk business in the conference room"
They all walked into a large conference room. It had an oval table, with a big empty hole in the middle. It probably fit around twenty people or so. Derrick sat on a seat where a tag with his name was on.
There was a bottle of Perrier water and a crystal cup, a legal pad with a dark sleek pen.
"What do you know about the New York Italian mob, Agent Harrington?" Agent Rustic asked, as he sat comfortably with a leg on top of the other.
"There is the Bonanno family, Colombo family, Genovese family, the Luchese family, and the Decavalacante family left. Which one?" Derrick gave them lots of doors to choose from.
"Good, you know your basics. We are looking at the DeCavalcante family at the moment"
"The DeCavalcante family has around 40 to 50 members at the moment. The boss of the bosses is Francesco Guarracci who got the position after John Riggi and Simone DeCavalcante. Under boss is currently Joseph Miranda-"
"Okay, I think we know that you know by now. Tell me what you know about William Block"
"He is the current New York mayor, lives in Gracie Mansion whilst his ex-wife and daughter live in uptown Westchester."
"Good. His daughter and ex-wife live in uptown Westchester. They're in a deathly position right now. The DeCavalcante family is trying to get affiliated to the government, and William Block contacted the CIA about this problem. The mobs are going to find out about this soon, and you need to do everything to protect the two ladies of the house."
"So the DeCavalcante family thinks William is actually collaborating with them?"
"Yes. And soon we have a plan to catch them"
"So, how does this mission involve me?" Derrick finally asked.
"You are a handsome guy, a fast learner, and you are great with girls as you wrote on your application form when you were 12 years old" Agent Rustic realized how old that file was a little too late.
"Thank God I'm still a womanizer and that my abilities haven't changed at all" Derrick smirked.
"That's good news, we should renovate these files. Well, we've enrolled you to OCD, every single class with Massie Block. You should become really close to her. Kendra Block is a really chill woman and she should be fine with you sleeping over at her place whenever is needed. When you are not there, there will be someone else in front to check on the family"
"Sounds like a pretty good plan. To win her completely over it will take me around a week or two" Derrick confidently smirked. Adele rolled her eyes, and the other CIA agents looked at him blankly.
"Okay then. Adele will take you to the equipment room and to the salon." Agent Rustic said, wrapping things up fast.
"Salon?" Derrick asked confused. That was a term he never heard before.
"Yes Agent Harrington. The ladies at Octavian Day County don't just go for public school guys no matter how charming they are. They think about status a lot. Trust me, my niece goes there and she is basically the embodiment of every OCD girl. Massie Block won't date you if she knew that you go to Westchester High. She's the daughter of the mayor, she ought to have high standards" Agent Rustic explained. Derrick nodded. He got up, shook Agent Rustic's firm hand, and followed Adele to the equipment room.
The equipment room was in the last floor of the building. It took the whole floor, and there were people dressed in white lab coats with a CIA stem by their chest and lab goggles.
It was so futuristic, and full of strange equipment that Derrick was really tempted to touch but knew it wouldn't have been appropriate. There was a glass door which was probably super strong and impossible for a man to break it, even with a bullet. It headed directly to the roof, where helicopters landed and the 'flying machinery' was sent off to.
For the high-speed cars that were inside the building there was a special elevator that managed to hold a whole car at a time. This took them right underground, where they could drive freely without being seen towards the high way so the agents didn't have to bother with Manhattan traffic.
Adele took him to a room with a tag on the steel door. It had 'Agent Harrington: Mission Block' written on a silver tag which was attached to the door. Derrick felt honored.
"Agent Harrington is here" Adele said as she texted someone on her Blackberry.
"Hi, I am your equipment manager, George Harris. Nice to meet you boy" George presented himself to the young agent.
"Derrick Harrington pleased to meet you" Derrick shook his hand.
"So, all this equipment in the room is for you. Let's start with the small things." George started as he headed to a steel desk. "This pen:" he held up a shiny black pen. "It's a Mont Blanc pen that has been transformed to do a variety of things. This pen can record anything when you click it, as if you are getting it out to write something. This pen can also spray a drug that can make anyone fall asleep. Use it with caution" George said as he gave it to Derrick.
Derrick accepted it, and looked at it. "Damn, these pens cost a ton!"
"Derrick, you have to remind yourself that you are going to a private school now." Adele repeated.
Derrick nodded and let George continue with his job. "Now, I'll show you this watch." He showed him a watch that looked like it was made of actual gold. Derrick checked out the brand. Gucci, of course. "Click this button only in case of really extreme emergency, it will knock anyone touching you down."
Derrick put on the watch.
"Blackberry for you, CIA gives every employee one, with a full list of all the agents you might need on Blackberry Messenger. If you have any problems with your equipment, you can BBM me. This Blackberry also has a GPS tracker telling you exactly where Massie Block is. A map of anywhere you want to go and endless credit."
"Sweet! My mother always whines about how I call people too much" Derrick happily received the phone and put it in his pocket.
"There Rayban wayfarers are x-ray and will show you exactly where and who is carrying a gun or knife or any kind of arm."
"I always wanted these" Derrick put them on. He looked at Adele, and realized she had a knife in her thigh which was held up by pantyhose and a Swiss knife hidden on her cleavage.
"A Swiss knife; you learnt at base camp what you do with it." George gave Derrick one too and he put it in his sock. "This is an iPod that you can use to deactivate any kind of alarm and get into anything that has a code in."
"Wow, you really do spoil us" Derrick grabbed the iPod and looked at the tunes. It was filled with music.
"Well, you've got to do what you've got to do." George smiled. "This is a master key for anything you want... And finally a brand new car."
Derrick turned around. He saw a shiny stunning silver Aston Martin waiting to be driven. "Bullshit!! I can't believe this! I drive a shitty old car, and now I'm getting an Aston Martin? Damn, I can't wait to drive this beauty!"
"Okay, Derrick. Stop making so much noise, you're attracting too much unwanted attention" Adele shut him up.
"Fuck. I am going to drive an Aston Martin, Adele! Am I going to keep it?" Derrick asked, with hope in his puppy dog eyes.
"If you accomplish the mission well you will." George said, as he handed him the keys to the car.
"Man. What am I going to tell my parents? They'd think I stole it!" Derrick shouted.
"We'll talk about that at the salon" Adele responded.
"Okay, I guess you're done" Derrick checked with George.
"Actually, I forgot one last thing." George grabbed something that looked like a whole bunch of cash, neatly wrapped. "Ten thousand in cash for emergency"
"Oh my God, this is a dream" Derrick said. He put the cash inside the car somewhere safe, along with him brand new items.
Derrick thanked George and followed Adele to the elevator. She pushed the eighteenth floor's button and waited till the doors opened. This floor looked like a completely normal beauty salon. There were beautiful ladies getting their hair done, the place was beautiful and classy and really not scientific.
Adele sat Derrick down, and told the hair dresser he needed a Robert Pattinson kind of look because apparently Massie typed him down as the perfect man on her Facebook.
"She loves Robert Pattinson. That's one of the main reasons you got picked. You're tall, you're lean and also much fitter than Robert. Your bone structure is similar, and we're going to dress somehow like him but with more class." Adele said as the stylist listened carefully.
"Okay. So what are we going to tell my parents?" Derrick asked.
"We're going to tell them that you won the car at the Westchester Mall. They were doing one of those sponsorship things and you just happened to try and win. About the school we're going to tell them that you have been requested to transfer to OCD because of your fantastic soccer skills and extraordinary intelligence." Adele said.
"Sweet," Derrick nodded as the hair stylist cut his hair. "That can work. I can't wait to drive my new car. I swear, this is the best job ever"
"We all know that." Adele replied. Half an hour later, the hair was cut. He looked like a fitter version of the Twilight star, with a nice wardrobe which could have been described as 'effortless hot with a mix of class'. Something along Chuck Bass meets Robert Pattinson.
The wardrobe was going to be shipped at a fully decorate mansion that was owned but never used by the CIA. To avoid any suspicions by the parents, Derrick had to drive with his Aston Martin wearing normal clothes, and then head to the mansion where Adele was going to stay at to change, looking like a handsome man.
The two agents drove off back to Westchester, and they were back by eight pm. Adele stayed in the black van that was by the neighbor's house that was empty at the moment.
Derrick opened the main door, and greeted his parents. It was time to get his acting skills on. "Mom! Dad! You will not believe this!"
Daniel Harrington and Jade Harrington walked towards the foyer and looked at him, expecting further information.
"I won an Aston Martin today at the mall! Can you believe this? It's outside! I can't believe this either!" Derrick exclaimed as he jumped up and down with excitement just like a girl.
"What? Where is it?" Daniel Harrington rushed outside with the wife. They looked at the Aston Martin with awe. "You can't keep it! You're sixteen, boy!"
"You say that just because you want to drive it yourself" Derrick laughed. "Of course I'm going to keep it, dad! It was my first win!"
"Aw, Derrick you are the luckiest one in this family!" Jade hugged her son.
Derrick smiled. They had bought the story. He walked towards his room and went to sleep. He couldn't believe that this was happening.
He went to sleep thinking about how the next day Adele was going to come and tell his parents that OCD was asking for them.
Everything he had worked so hard for was now starting to be worth it.
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