"Serve's up!"

Kate watched as the opposing team's server sent the volleyball soaring over the net.

"Nine nine nine!" she called, yelling for the set.

Her setter, knowing that Kate could get a kill when they needed it, gave her a perfect set. Kate approached, jumped high, and swung. The ball smashed down on the other side in one of what had become her signature spikes.

The crowd erupted into cheers of, "FREEBIRDDDDD!"

After the game, which was a crushing victory for her high school, and what would be her last high school volleyball game ever, Kate walked out of the locker room in her tank top and short spandex.

She managed to get rid of most of the parents who were congratulating her, when she heard a voice say, " Kate Freebird."

She turned to see two men standing before her. One, she had seen before, the other was a stranger. The former was an older man, short, but imposing. He had thinning silver hair, and sported a golden tooth.

The second man was far younger, and wore dark sunglasses. He was also possibly the most attractive man Kate had ever seen, including in the movies or on TV.

Kate managed to tear her eyes away from the younger man when she realized from where she knew the older man. She flashed back to four years ago at the CIA training camps she had attended. She had thought those days were behind her, until now.

The silver haired man, who Kate knew as Harold Johanson, the head of the teen agents program of the government, said, "Your country needs you."

Kate gave a dry laugh, responding, "Yeah, cause that doesn't sound cliched."

The handsome man finally took off his sunglasses, revealing startlingly light green eyes. Kate looked into them, saying, "I'm done with you guys. I have a future now. I'm over those days."

Harold Johanson replied, "You are never done with us. Not you, not with your undercover skills."

"My skills? What about my volleyball skills? I go with you, and I give that up." Kate couldn't help the lump that was rising in her throat when she addressed them. "I have a full ride scholarship to USC next year."

"You made a commitment. To us, to yourself, to your country." The man with the green eyes stared her down. Kate managed a defiant look, then was cut off.

"Kate, I didn't want it to come to this, but you seem to think that you have a choice." Kate was floored by this, and just stared at Harold.

"Your parents have been notified. You have 96 hours to pack your things, tie up loose ends, and report to the CIA headquarters." Kate could only watch as the two men nodded and walked away.