Yup, it' my 1st fanfic! I've always loved this site so it's great to finally do one of my own! I was hoping to make my first chapter a little longer but I think I'll wait to see if you guys like it first. So, as always REVIEW!
Chapter 1
"Not again," I muttered to myself. You'd think by now that I'd get the hang of going without a strange man following me but in the life of a spy, (no matter how good) especially a seventeen year old one at that that isn't always the case.
Now some of you would be shocked at this point. 'A seventeen year old? A spy? Yeah right.' And then pass me off as a delusional James Bond wannabe. That is, if you don't have at least a Level 4 clearance in the CIA. Although I'm assuming you have the clearance because otherwise you wouldn't have been able to get your grubby little hands on this CoveOps report in the first place. Anyway, if you have the clearance then you'd know all about the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. To outsiders, the Gallagher Academy appears to be a fancy, uptight boarding school for the richest and most snobby girls in the country, but that's because it's what we want them to think. To those with the privilege of being in the loop, (something every spy wants to be in, no matter what age) the Gallagher Academy is a school for spies. A place where trails were likely and predicted. A place I had recently run away from.
My current trail was a bald man in a white golf shirt and tan (short) shorts. Seriously, if he truly wanted to go unnoticed, he would have never even considered buying such ridiculous shorts. Even then, I wouldn't have rewarded him with a second glance if it weren't for the fact that I just saw him two minutes ago wearing a blonde wig and leather jacket. The disguise was so good that I would have missed him… that is if the shorts didn't make him so memorable.
He was covertly following me down the New Jersey boardwalk pretending to be taking in the little shops, rides, games and all other fair-like things you find in Seaside Heights, New Jersey. I quickly ducked behind the ring toss stand in a fruitless attempt to lose him. He followed me easily and I could see that his ability to follow me was much better than his ability to find fitting shorts.
I ran as fast as I could without making it obvious to the nearby civilians that I was being chased. Although, now that I thought about it, letting the civilians know wasn't such a bad idea. I skidded to a stop and searched until I found a couple of cops standing by the dunk tank.
"Excuse me, officers? Officers, please help me!" I managed to make myself sound as if I were on the verge of tears and somehow the damsel in distress act worked. The cops bent down towards me, looking concerned.
"What happened? Why do you need help?" One said. Officer Newwy if the nametag was correct.
"That, that bald man with the tight shorts!" I whimpered. "He's been following me all day! It's really scaring me!"
While the officers chased after the man, I slipped into a little accessory store and bought a white ball cap to wear over my shoulder length strawberry blonde wig. As Dad always said, small changes, big differences. The cap matched my outfit perfectly. I was wearing white floral top, khaki shorts, white ballad flats, and a cute little white purse.
I was looking for anything (or anyone) to use as a cover when I heard a young guy on the Ferris Wheel arguing with the middle aged guy running the ride. By the looks of it the guy wanted to go on but the worker refused because he didn't have someone to get on with and had to have two people in the cart.
"I'll go with you," I blurted as I walked towards him, before I realized what I was saying. Go on a Ferris Wheel with a complete stranger? While I was supposed to be looking for a cover to hide from the Circle? Well, I supposed going on one of the most romantic rides at an amusement park with a cute guy wasn't a terrible cover. I looked him over. With his sandy colored hair, baby-blue eyes, tanned skin, yellow t-shirt and khaki colored board shorts (the amusement park was on a beach FYI), he was pretty cute. Plus, I couldn't argue that the muscles visible under his shirt and at his biceps made him even hotter.
I could see him checking me out the same way I just did to him and was suddenly grateful that I wore one of my cuter outfits to today instead of my usual combo of a t-shirt and shorts. The worker said, "There you go. You found a riding buddy. Wasn't that hard was it?" he muttered the last part under his breath but I could tell the other guy heard it, too.
He glared at the worker and then turned to me and smiled. "Sure," he said. "Let's go together." And with that we hopped onto the cart and the ride begun.
