It was a dark and stormy night in the town of Mellowbrook as every citizen in this very town are safe within their homes. But not this pointy-nosed guy in a white coat and hat and dark glasses. Meet White Spy of the White Embassy.

Several years ago, bringing back to the time of the Cold War, both the White Embassy and the Black Embassy are at war against each other. But it didn't take them long enough to realize that the Grey Embassy are destroying both embassies. So, both the White and the Black become one to defeat the evil Embassy and bring peace to our great world. After this tragic event, both embassies signed the peace treaty. As of today, both embassies work as one (though separate) to defeat other embassies that would destory the world and possibly, democracy.

But why is White Spy doing out in the dark and stormy night you ask? Well, he's on a mission of course. His mission is to find a young, chosen spy and send him the message. The message however is unknown...

...until one fine day.

There was nothing like the wind whipping past your face to make you feel alive. In fact, nothing could make you feel as alive as barely avoiding death itself.

That's why Kick Buttowski, the suburban daredevil lived on the edge. It was typically a phrase often used but seldom understood. Basically, it meant Kick stood on the edge of life and stared unblinkingly into the eye of dearh every single day of his life so far, heart fluttering with fear and ecitement. To Kick, adrenaline was a drug. The elixer of life. The cause for his being.

For anyone who is so stupid and lazy to do a biology lesson, adrenaline, you should know, is god's gift to humanity. This magic power that comes to you when you're scared. It makes your heart race. It slows down time, heightens the senses, makes you faster, stronger and more importantly, makes the petite daredevil, at this very moment hurting down a steep incline, feel big.

At the bottom of it, someone had built a ramp. It over looked a gorge.

Althought people in Mellowbrook were mellow, there was nothing mellow about the terrain. It was home to some of the most terrifying drops, cliff faces and jagging peaks that shot into the sky. Suburban had been squeezed on top like an ill-fitting suit.

On the other side stood Gunther, who helped Kick build the ramp. He is of Norse descent. He helped Kick with every stunt. No matter how much he worries, or disaproves, deep inside he really did believe in Kick's ability to overcome all odds, but he still made sure to tell Kick about his concerns. Tell him that he didn't know about this. Every single time.

Except today.

There was a fire in Kick's blue eyes and with a sinking feeling in his heart, Gunther knew that nothing he could say, nothing he'd ever said could stop Kick. He just instead to trust Kick's judgement.

He watch nervously as Kick hit the ramp shooting up into the air. He could barely see the look of pure ecstasy on Kick's face as he hung in the air striking a pose before gravity took hold and Kick descended towards the other side of the gorge. With a bad feeling, Gunther knew that Kick isn't going to make it. Before Gunther could think, Kick hits the ledge real hard. The corner of it winding him before he slipped of the edge and fell out of site.

"KICK!" Gunther cried as he ran towards the ledge only to find Kick lying on his back, looking pale and still in a small pool of crimson blood.

"Hello 911?" Gunther called in his cellphone. "I need an ambulance!"

Gunther hurried to Kick's side and checked for his heartbeat. He's lucky that there was one, faint but persistent. A large purple bruise colored Kick's stomach where he had hit the ledge, it turned into a bloody gash by his side. The blood stuck his clothes to his skin. It made a horrible stomach turning sucking noise when Gunther peeled the outfit away from the wound.

()()()()()

Kick woke up in the hospital just 3 hours ago. He's uncertain how he got there of course. His last memory was of him soaring in the air, Gunther in the distance.

He had blew that jump big time. Other daredevils of course jumped the Grand Canyon but he couldnt manage a local gorge?

Looks like he's going to try again.

But there was a little converstation in the room that died down once his parents notice he was awake. Instead of sympathy, Kick's mom, Honey was furious. Even his dad, Harold looked unusually grave, like someone had died. It's anyone's guess at whatever human emotion Brad has in stored, but whatever it is, it was downright terrifying.

"Clarence Francis Buttowski," Hoeny started by using a stern tone. "Do you know that you nearly died?"

"I did?" Kick asked.

"Going down a cliff and into a gorge!"

"I was trying to go past it.."

"HOU COULD YOU BE SO STUPID!"

Kick knew better than to protest at this point. His mother was on the verge of tears it added a stabbing pain in his heart to his menagerie of aches, and Brad was looking more terrifying by the minute.

After taking a few seconds to compose herself she went on.

"That's it, Kick, we've had it."

She reached over and pulled Kick's helmet off his head.

There was a scream. It came from Gunther, who Kick had not noticed in the room till that moment. He was in the farthest corner of the room probably to avoid getting yelled at by Kick's mother, and had screamed because he'd never seen Kick without his beloved helmet and had been expecting something terrible to be under it.

It was the most frightening case of hat hair but nothing more. Kick had short messy brown hair that had been plastered on to his head by his helmet.

Kick ran a hand through his hair trying to get the blood to circulate. Suddenly, he asked. "What are you going to do with helmet?"

Half excepting her to snap his helmet in half against her knee. She just looked that angry!

Instead she did something worse she looked him in the eye and said. "No more stunts, Kick. EVER!"

Kick lay on the hospital bed and grimly pondered his mother's words. No more stunts? Every fiber at his being blanched at the thought. He could barely go a day without tasting the sweet allure of adrenaline. Giving it up all together would KILL him! As the family (and Gunther) leave the room one hour later, there was another visitor that neither Kick nor the family knew about. As soon as Kick is alone in the room, the vistor is revealed to be White Spy.

"Hello Agent Kick," White Spy greeted Kick.

"How did you know who I am?" Kick asked. "And more specifically, who are you?"

"Forgive me for intruding young agnet. I'm White Spy from the White Embassy."

"You're a spy?"

"Of course. While we're analyzing our computer data, we've discovered that you're skilled with speed and determination like no one had ever witnessed before. You're an ace."

"What do you want with me?"

"We need you to join the White Embassy at all cost."

"How can I join? Mom forbid me to do stunts like an hour ago."

"There's always another way to settle this. We're not secret spies for nothing eh young one."

"No sir."

"That's right. Some spies like us are secretive. We keep things secret from everyone else. When are you due to be discharge of the hospital?"

"The doctor never told me about it. I just got here."

"Well then, as soon as you are discharged, come to the White Embassy. The other white agents will be glad to see you."

White Spy gives Kick his card.

"If you need anything," White Spy spoke before leaving the room. "Call me."