BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

I sat up suddenly, ready to fight, but realized it was only my alarm clock. I groaned and feel back into bed, only to have my door slammed open, creating an echo throughout my large room. Without looking, I groaned. "What do you want?" I snapped.

"Agent Jackson?" A familiar voice said.

I immediately sat up again, my eyes wide. "Agent Grayson?"

The man entirely dressed in gray- hence his name- nodded. "You are wanted by Agent Gold in the conference room."

I groaned again. "What does she want?"

Agent Grayson shrugged. "I don't know, just get dressed." He left, closing the door silently.

I quickly got out of bed, and threw on a grey tee-shirt and blue jeans, along with my shark tooth necklace. When I walked out of the door, no one was in the hall. The walk was short, so I soon arrived. I entered the room, and was met by Agent Gold.

She was sitting at the glass table, doing paperwork, but when she heard my footsteps she looked up. Agent Gold, or Goldie, as I like to call her, smiled a little. "Hi, Jack."

A smile spread across my face, until I noticed the worry in her eyes. "What's wrong, Goldie?"

Goldie laughed a little. "Ah, the nickname." Then she cleared her throat, and became professional. "Jack, we have a big problem."

I smiled playfully. "Nothing Jack can't handle." She looked down, and I became suspicious. "Or is it?"

"The C.V.A has sent one of their best agents to capture this man." Goldie clicked a button, and an image of the president appeared on the T.V in front of us.

I frowned. "What do they want with him?"

She shrugged. "From what we can gather, they want to hold him ransom for money. However, our latest spy was killed while trying to gather information."

I gulped. "Why am I here?"

"We need you to go undercover and find out how they are going to do this, and stop them."

I straightened. "Of course. Do you know who the agent they sent is?"

She sighed again. "Miss Kimberly Crawford. She is violent, and will not hesitate to kill."

My eyes narrowed. "On it."

A few hours later I boarded the private plane, and was soon on my way to Los Angeles. I grabbed a few pictures out of the manila folder of my enemy. She was pretty, with hazel eyes and long, blond hair. I sighed. Why can't we be on the same team?

Suddenly, I heard a warning signal. "Attention," a voice said from the loudspeaker. "Enemy plane approaching."

I looked out my window, and coming through the clouds was a fighter jet. Suddenly the plane jolted, and the pilot's door flew open. Angel Grayson was standing there, a wild look in his eyes. "Jack, grab a parachute. You need to get off."

I hesitated. "What about you?"

"Just go!" He yelled.

We had had plenty of lessons at the academy on sky diving, although those had been drills. I slipped it on my back, securing the straps tightly and placing my mission info in my bag. Then hangar door suddenly opened. I glanced over and saw the enemy plane had gotten closer. I shook my head and gathered myself, then jumped.

I fell through the air like a rock, just as I heard explosions above my head. Grayson. Grayson and the enemy exchanged fire, before a loud bang sounded. My heart fell, but I couldn't help him. I fell for a little, and when I could see the ground I pulled the chord. Immediately it bellowed above me, and I floated to the ground.

I landed feet first, but scratched myself deeply on a branch. I lay there for a moment, stunned. Grayson, he's dead. Then I shook my head. He made it, he had to. I stood up, but my leg was hurting so I sat back down. I grabbed the first aid supplies from my bag, then glanced at my wound.

It was deep, and bleeding badly. I groaned. "Just what I need, an injured leg," I said to myself. I bandaged it up and looked around. I was surrounded by many trees, and it was growing dark. I tried to stand, but immediately a wave of pain shot through my body. I winced, the fell to the ground.

I grabbed my cell phone from my backpack and glanced at it. There was no service, even with the academy's extra satellites. That's odd. I normally have service everywhere, even in Alaska! I sighed. I'm stranded.

Knowing I might be here for a while, I put leaves in a pile and put rocks around them. I then used the emergency matches form my bag and lit a fire. It flickered, and I almost shouted in success when I felt a drop on my head. I looked up and groaned. It was starting to rain.

I grabbed my stuff and limped over to a tree. Then I leaned against it and closed my eyes. I soon fell into a restless sleep.

Crack.

My eyes flew open, and I tried to stand up, forgetting about my hurt leg. I winced, then collapsed to the ground. Then I noticed something odd. My hands were tied together, as were my feet. Then I heard a voice. "Finally awake?" A female voice came out of nowhere.

I frantically looked around, trying to locate the sound of the voice. "Who are you?" She laughed, and I noticed a dark shadow lying on the ground. I looked in the tree, but she was hidden from view. "Why are you in a tree?"

"Pretty good for a N.D.S. Agent."

My blood ran cold, but I tried to play it cool. "I'm not an agent."

Suddenly a girl appeared out of nowhere, having jumped from the tree. Her face was to the ground, but when she looked up I was stunned. I frowned. "Kimberly Crawford."

She frowned, and before I knew it she had a small pocket knife to my throat. I froze. "Don't call me Kimberly. My name is Kim." Kim said, before removing the knife and backing up a few paces.

I smirked. "Kimberly, Kimberly, Kimberly." Surprisingly, she smiled. Now I frowned. "Why are you smiling?"

"I had a vision of hanging you from the tree, then dropping you thirty feet." My eyes grew wide, and she laughed again. "I know who you are."

"Really? Who am I?"

Kim smirked. "Your name is Jackson Brewer, but you prefer to be known as Jack. You are 5'7, love to do karate, and live at the N.D.S. headquarters with your foster parent, Agent Gold."

My jaw dropped open. "Okay, you know me. Why?"

Her brown eyes sparkled. "I was sent to kill you."

She said it so calmly, that I didn't react for a second. Then I straightened. "What?"

Kim looked at me with a glint in her eyes, but it faltered when our eyes met. She looked away, sighing. "Look, I don't want to do this-"

"But orders are orders." I said, feeling sorry for her. "You don't have to do this."

She started pacing. "Yeah I do."

"No, you don't. Untie me, and I'll help you. Just let me-"

"NO!" Her voice spread through the woods, full of panic.

I stopped, then realized something. "How did you find me?"

Kim looked at me like I was stupid. "I jumped out of the plane just like you. However, I wasn't dumb enough to get my leg cut."

"Hey!" I said, offended.

She shrugged. "Just saying." Then Kim walked up and sat in front of me on her knees. We stared at each other for a moment. "Jack, I'm sorry."

I sighed, but closed my eyes. "Just do it." I put my head back, but a few moments later I was surprised to still be alive. I opened one eye, and saw her still sitting there. "I thought you had to kill me," I said, confused.

Kim looked at me, and a tear fell from her beautiful hazel eyes. Wait. Did I just call her beautiful? I was stunned for a moment. "I've never killed anyone before," She said softly.

I nodded. "Me neither."

She looked at me with surprise in her eyes. "Really? You're a N.D.S. Agent. I was told you're harsh and violent, never striking."

I laughed. "And I was told the same about you."

A small smile appeared on her lips, but she turned away. "Get some rest," She said. "I'm not gonna kill you tonight." Kim walked over to the other edge of the clearing, and laid down, her back to me.

I smiled. "Thanks." With those words I put my head back against the tree, and pretended to sleep. After a few minutes I heard a gentle breathing from the other side of the clearing, and I began my work, feeling guilty for what I was about to do.

Hi people of earth! Thanks for reading the first chapter, I hope you like it! Anyway, I forgot to put in that they are fifteen in this story.