New story! Whoop whoop! I will try to add more detail, longer chapter and more humor. And promise I'll write the sequel to I shouldn't have done that AFTER I finish this story. I was up until 1:30 last night because I couldn't stop thinking about this story
Chapter 1: Recruited into the CIA
Jack's POV
I was cleaning up the dojo for Rudy that night. I don't why I agreed to that. The last time I did that I ended up climbing 86 floors and breaking a high tech sticky glove while climbing the building. I'd almost fallen. It was not cool.
When I finished cleaning up I grabbed my bag and left. Thankfully, nothing happened. Spoke too soon. When I finished locking the place I turned around. There was at least 10 government agents there.
"Awww great. Not again!" I whined
They all started shooting tranquilizer darts at me. I picked up a chair and it filled with darts. I'm gonna remember not to sit in that one. I threw the chair to the side and slid under a table. On the other side a kicked one of the guys and he accidentally shot a dart into his friends. That was 2 down, 8 to go. I trip another then stood up. The one nearest to me tried to kick me. I blocked his attempt and kicked him back against the wall. Then I turned around and punched another one in the face.
I decided to run out of here. I couldn't go up against 5 highly trained government agents. I'm surprised I took out 5 of them. I ran for the exit. When I was about halfway there I started getting dizzy. I looked down and saw a dart in my leg. I took it out then fell to the ground and black out
Third person POV
The last few government agents picked Jack up and put him in the back of a black van. They also picked up the few unconcious government agents and placed them in a van. Then they drove away.
Jack's POV
I woke up in a chair. I looked around. There were government agents everywhere around the room. I stood up. All the agents held up their guns and pointed them at me. I took a fighting stance when I heard a female voice.
"Jackson Brewer"
I turned around. The woman in the hologram in Agent 34's backpack was standing there, in person, not as a hologram.
"Sit down, Jackson Brewer"
I cautiously sat back down.
"The government has recognized you when you saved the Prince of Hachmocistan. We would like to recruit you into the CIA"
"The CIA?! I'm 15!"
"Yes. We would like you to join the CIA"
"I will on one condition"
"Which is?"
"I get to stay in Seaford"
"You may stay in Seaford, but you mustn't tell anyone. That would put them in serious jeapordy"
"Fine."
I was just asked to be in the CIA. The CIA! I'm 15! The CIA! More sticky gloves! Wait, more sticky gloves!
"One more question" I asked,"will my sticky gloves be fully charged and WON'T break when I'm halfway up a building?"
"We can get you fully charged sticky gloves. Sorry about that. Now here is your spy phone" she said while handing my a little black block with a screen and a keyboard,"it has all the information you'll ever need for missions. You're missions will be revealed will be revealed to you secretly. You are a highly qualified Jackson, we have high hopes for you"
Then she left. The other agents revealed a door to me. Outside there was a man waiting for me.
"I am here to bring you back to your home"
"We'll where am I now?"
"Washington DC"
"WASHINGTON DC?!"
"Yes sir, Mr. Brewer. We will take the private jet back to Seaford."
"Just be question Mr. Agent guy. What do I tell my friends? I have to have been gone for days!"
"It has only been about 5 hours. If we get you home with the next 3 hours no one will know you're gone. It's nighttime. Remember?"
"Oh yeah. When you all decided to start shooting me with tranquilizer darts. You couldn't have just said, oh hello Jack, the head of the CIA wants to talk to you"
"I don't know why sir. The CIA is strange. We must go now otherwise, your friends will worry and we'll have to tell them the truth, and take you away from Seaford forever"
"Whatever you say"
The man led me out of the WHITE HOUSE?! I was just in, the White House. Oh my god! The man led me to a private jet. He told me to get on. I walked into the jet. It was huge. There was a couch, a table, a few big chairs, and the entire thing was white.
"Do you like it?" A man asked. He looked like the captain, "this will be your transportation for any missions you must leave immediately for. My number is in your phone. Ever need a ride, let me know. Just don't bring your friends. This is strictly for mission transportation only!"
"Yes sir" I said
"Good" he walked back to the cockpit. I sat down on the table. I took out my spy phone and compared it to my regular phone. I opened the spy phone when it turned on it said,"hello, Agent Brewer"
"Whoa. The phone can talk!"
"Of course I can talk dim wit! I was created by the government! And I have name you know"
"Well, if you call me Jack, I'll you by your name"
"Fine"
"So...what is your name"
"Well, Jack, if you MUST now my name is Herbert"
"Herbert?" I said snickering,"your name is Herbert?"
"Yes! Don't judge me! You're not a talking phone! I'm a talking phone"
"Ok. Well, since you seem to have a mind of your own can you open my contacts? I want to out them in my regular phone"
"I can open your contacts, but I can't let you put them in your regular phone"
"Why not?"
"That phone will open to anyone who knows the password. I only open to you. Someone gets there hands on these contacts, we're doomed, and also all their numbers are highly classified and I don't even now them"
"Ok"
We continued flying in silence. This was one heck of a night. Watch it all be a dream. So lets see, shot with a tranquilizer dart, kidnapped by the government, been made a CIA agent, I have a talking cell phone and I can't tell anyone. Sounds like I'm a ninja. Well, I guess I could be considered a ninja. This is actually pretty cool. Only disadvantage, what am I going to say if I suddenly disappear if I have to go save the president's life or something? The woman didn't seem too happy about letting me stay in Seaford. She probably doesn't trust me, just because I'm a 15 year old karate champion. Wait, that would be a reason to trust me. She probably doesn't trust me because I'm a 15 year old kid. She probably thinks she'll blow my cover. I'll show her. I'll show them all.
