Chapter 1

Blaine Anderson enjoys the perks of being a spy. The cool gadgets, the power over authorities (well for officers that know none of this, of course), spy language and being the country's secret superhero. For a 17 year old, he has quite a vivid imagination. Blaine scales the building with amazing stealth, barely making a noise as he cuts open the glass window and popping out the small glass.

Clinkwas the sound his black high cut boots made. He scanned the room for security cameras. The room, Blaine observes, is a staff lounge. An old television sits between two windows and four couches, which are matching sets that surround the telly, which does not fit into the room's design. A counter at Blaine's right had a coffee machine with mugs facing down on the countertop. Cold metal chairs surround a long dining table that was next to a doorframe leading to the hallway.Well looks homey enough,Blaine sidetracks before focusing on his current mission. For this mission should you chose to accept it is to remove a highly confidential file from the hands of the Russian government in the Russian embassy before it is sent off to Russia the following morning. Not even Blaine knows what information the file contains. All he knows is it's for the safety for all Americans depend on this file.

"Maybe if you're taller enough you might get to know top class Intel." His partner-teammate-spy Puck elbowed as they were returning from yesterday's mission. (Delivering a defected American diplomat back to Washington)

Blaine was never used to one-man missions. He is always a team player, and most of his mission consist of low risk delivery of 'packages', he is still a junior agent after all.

"Blaine! Shit man, sometimes I really think you're in your little rainbow land." Puck yelled in Blaine's ear.

"Sorry," Blaine managed to shake it off, you gotta focus Blaine.

"It should be the second door to your left and easily unlocked with a paper clip."

True enough, Blaine tweaked on the lock with his paper clip (given by the agency) and the door creaked open revealing a room filled with steel cabinets and shelves stacked with boxes.

"Okay, Artie has managed to plant a virus in the computer system. You have 9 minutes to find the file."

"Affirmative," Blaine confirms "Hobbit going in."

Using a high tech scanning device, Blaine made sure to scan through the area for any lasers that could have tipped the system.Always made sure to check your perimeter and know your surroundings, make sure to have an emergency second exit.

He crept into the storage room, rummaging through cabinets after cabinets,

"7 minutes." Puck warned.

"What kind of a file is it again?" said Blaine, after the attempt of turning the room upside down for the damn file.

"It's in the K or H category, probably full of personal information."

"Wait, are you saying that it might a person's particulars?"

"Possibly."

"Hobbit, Saw. I'm sorry to break up your little chitchat but we have a guest." interrupts Artie, bringing in some sketchy camera image of the "unwelcomed guest" through Blaine's night vision goggles.

Ah ha."I got it!" Blaine yelped in excitement, not bothering to check the file for its content.

Junior agents are not to read classified information unless specifically ordered to do so.

"Good job, Hobbit, now get the hell outta there." Puck said.

Blaine crossed the now messy room, content of what he has done; he slipped out to the hallway. He couldn't help but glanced at the thick file. Curiosity can indeed kill the cat, well for Blaine's case...

The first page included a printed birth certificate and on the top right hand corner is a photo clipped onto the document. Fortunately for Blaine, he was able to see the man in the photo through his night vision goggles.Thank you espionage. The man, no boy, had a round face, sharp around the chin. His lips were a thin strip of a smile and his nose a little crooked but is perfect in every sense. And his eyes- -were black and white because it's printed in black and white.

"Hobbit, you get outta there NOW."

There was a slight panic in Puck's voice, Blaine jotted out from his thought almost immediately. He snapped shut the file before stealthily trying to leave from where he came from. Tried.

"Hey, whadaya doing here kid?" a middle aged man with a disappearing headline squinted in the dark, his torchlight not bright enough to illuminate the room.

Blaine froze, unsure of his next move. He can hear Puck sighing through the earpiece.

"What should I do?" Blaine teethed to his earpiece.

"Don't kill him!"

"No shit, Artie."Puck said, Blaine could sense Puck rolling his eyes towards Artie.

Blaine felt a hand touch his shoulder and out of instinct he reacted, aggressively. A loud crack could be heard as Blaine twisted the figure's arm. For a large middle aged man, this guy has some really light feet. He stepped the man's foot and tried to pull the man off from the floor. Apparently that didn't work.

Stupid! The man is probably thrice the weight you have!

Blaine took out a can secured on his belt and aimed it at the man. A white flash lightened the room for a second and a yelp of pain can be heard from the man. White man's smile, temporary blinds the victim. No side effects.

"Sorry!" mouthed Blaine as picked up the fallen file when it dropped as he flipped the man's arm. The man was flailing wildly and he tripped over his own feet and hit the counter face first, knocking him out cold. He climbed out from the window and jumped, landing on an air conditioning ventilator at the 8th floor he descended the nine storeys building with grace. All four of his limbs landed safely on the roof of a white van and Blaine let out a shaky breath.

"Bad day?" the driver, Puck, questioned as Blaine hopped into the vehicle.

"The worst." Blaine replied. He tears off his mask and thrown his goggles to the dashboard. And the best. He stared out into the dark sky of Ohio, thinking of the night's event and the boy's black and white picture.

Kurt Hummel.

EDITED:25/3/2013