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BANG BANG BANG

Are you serious?

BANG BANG BANG

No, I'm not getting up.

BANG BANG BANG

They can't do this. They can't interrupt the three hours of sleep I get a night.

"Spencer, I know you're in there. Get up."

"Why?" I called out, hoping she could hear me through the door.

"We're going to high school."

I abruptly sat up. What?

"What?"

"Come open the damn door." She said, sounding annoyed, like always.

I stood, grabbing my robe off of the chair and wrapping it around me. The room was chilly in the early morning hours. I looked at the clock on the table. 3:30. Great. Looks like I'm only getting an hour and a half of sleep tonight. I approached the door, violently yanking it open to show my dislike of being woken up.

"What the hell are you talking about Mona?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Just what I said: we're going to high school." She pushed past me into my apartment.

I sighed, closing the door and following her into the kitchen. She was already sitting at the table, a folder with the word CLASSIFIED in big red letters stamped across it. I was not ready for this, I just got home from two months in England, and I was not ready to be sent out again. I turned away from her, turning on the coffee machine.

"You can't get out of this one Spencer. Neither can I."

"Why?" I asked, turning back towards her, propping myself up against the counter. "Why can't we get out of it? Why us?"

"We're the two youngest in the agency. I guess this is the price of being geniuses." She slid the folder across the table towards me.

I sighed again; it's kind of my thing. Pushing myself off of the counter, I opened the folder, spreading the files across the table.

"So what is it?" I asked, scanning the papers and pictures.

"A month ago, a small team went into a village in Afghanistan led by Lieutenant Colonel Wayne Fields. Just about six men, including Fields. They were to rescue an American doctor who had been captured by a relatively new terrorist organization. But before they could extract him, they were captured and executed." She explained.

"Okay, so what does this have to do with us and high school?" I questioned.

"The leader of the organization, Kareem Nazir, posted this on the internet." She slid her cell phone towards me.

It was a video of a man wearing an American uniform being shot execution style. There was a voice over in Arabic that translated to: 'This is a message to the United States of America. We will not take this invasion lightly. You will pay. His family will pay.'

I looked back up to Mona, sliding her phone back to her. "So, who are we protecting?"

She searched through the files and handed me two.

"The only know relatives of the Lieutenant Colonel are his wife, Pamela Fields, and his 17-year-old daughter, Emily."

I looked over their records, sighing at the pictures. They looked like nice people. It sucks that they are now in danger because of how good of a man the Lt. Col was.

"So, we're heading out at 0600. Get ready and meet me at the office at 0500. We'll be briefed and shipped out." She said while gathering her files.

"Wait, how does this involve going back to high school? Last time I checked, we both graduated at the top our classes."

"Part of our job is to watch Emily super closely. Therefore, we're going to invade her circle of friends. Watch her as closely as we can. Our house will be just down the street. We'll provide 24 hour surveillance on her mom as well."

"And how can we do that if we're at school with Emily?"

"Well, you didn't just assume that we'd be two teenage girls living on our own, now did you?"

I rolled my eyes. Great, we have parents.

"So wait, are you my sister? Because I don't know if you've noticed that we are not the same race."

She chuckled. "I'm your cousin that is staying with you while my dad is deployed. That's a way to link me with Emily's situation. Anyway, we don't have a lot of time, so go get ready. I'll see you there." Mona gave me a soft smile, and closed the door behind her.

I flopped onto my bed, sighing yet again. Why did I join the CIA at 18 anyways? I could be getting drunk at a college frat party right now, completely oblivious of the state of the nation. Well, no matter my life choices, there was one thing I was sure of: I was about to relive the worst time in my life. Well, at least I'm getting paid for it this time.