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After breakfast, I walked to the detention room, wherever that was. I had to ask several teachers where the room was and it took me several minutes to find it. As soon as I finally found the detention room, I went inside and faced Operative M. He gave me a nasty glare.

"What do you want?" Operative M asked.

"Listen, I put the note on your back at Breakfast, not him," I admitted, pointing at the kid in the front seat who turned himself in for me. His eyes widened in surprise. "This guy was just defending me."

"So, you finally turned yourself in?" Operative M glared while looking at me in the eye.

"I was showing off to my friends and I'm sorry. Just don't punish this kid for something I did," I pleaded as Operative M raised his eyebrows.

"12, you're free to go," Operative M told the kid before he left the detention room. "We don't take practical jokes likely. If there is anymore of your jokes, you will have detention."

I nodded my head before leaving the detention room. It wasn't that I was sorry, I just didn't like other people getting in trouble for something I did. I was walking on my way to my first class, so I wouldn't get a tardy, before being stopped by Operative 12.

"Why'd you do that? You just turned yourself in, dude," Operative 12 asked.

"I don't like people getting in trouble because of me. Besides, I never got the chance to thank you for turning yourself in even though you didn't pull that joke. Still, please don't. Those guys have done worse to me, I'll take the fall," I told Operative 12 before he nodded his head.

"Hey," Operative 12 called me as I was leaving. I turned my head and got his attention. "Can you save a spot for me at lunch? I don't have anybody to hang out with besides my roommates and they're a pain."

"Sure," I invited while shrugging.

Working at the Guys in White Agency meant learning to be one. That required schooling. After school, there would be combat fighting to practice on our strength and skill. The only problem with me was that I had missed two years of school. The Guys in White stuck me at Sophomore since I completed enough credits to finish freshman. I was just one year behind, which was okay. At least it was no different than the old life I had.

Going to my classes was no different than regular school. Every teacher hating me, being invisible (not literally), and every single person hating me. It was just like High School. I only could find three students that actually found interest in me. Freddie and Paul were actually pretty nice people and Operative 12 seemed ok.

At lunch, I sat by Freddie and Paul. We were talking and laughing about random things. It didn't take long for me to find Operative 12 sitting at our table. My roommates cocked their eyebrows.

"I invited him," I reassured.

"By the way, my name is Charles," Operative 12 introduced.

"You probably know me. These are my roommates Paul and Freddie," I introduced.

"Nice to meet you," Charles greeted.

I started eating my chicken that was on my tray. Eating this beat eating any jail food. This stuff tasted great.

"Do they always have this type of food here?" I asked.

"Duh! Why do you ask?" Paul asked.

"This beats the food I got inside my prison cell," I replied.

"You went to prison before?" Charles asked in surprise.

"Uh yeah. Where do you think I was kept at for the past two years?" I asked with my eyes furrowed.

"Oh... right. I guess I wasn't thinking. How should I know what you went through?" Charles shrugged before I sighed deeply. "So, why did you join our place?"

"The court decided that, not me," I explained.

"It's not too bad here," Freddie smiled.

"I guess, but I still hate being here. The only good thing about it is you guys," I admitted as the three guys smiled.

"Thanks Danny," Freddie thanked me and I gave half a smile.

After my schooling was over, there was a breaking period. I used this time to hang out with Freddie, Paul, and Charles. They were practically the only friends I had. There was a place in the facility where all the Operatives would go and eat. It was like a hang-out. The four of us were talking and laughing.

While the conversation was carrying, there were a group of Operative girls. Paul looked at them and waved. I boredly just rolled my eyes. Pretty soon, Freddie and Charles gave out grins.

"Rachel so totally digs me," Paul grinned.

"In your dreams," Freddie disagreed while rolling his eyes.

"She just looked at me and smiled," Paul said.

"Actually, it was Danny she was checking out," Freddie corrected.

"Whatever," I glared. It wasn't that I was mad at my friends for checking out the other girls, it was the fact that the girl I crushed on was never coming back into my life. Sam was my best friend and my crush. I was starting to get really close with her after her date with Gregor, and then the Guys in White captured me. I couldn't find love to any girl that was a Guys in White agent. "I'm never dating a girl who is involved with the Guys in White. Not in a million, billion years."

"Why not? They're the only girls we ever see," Paul said.

"You get captured, tortured, experimented on, and imprisoned for two years, and then come ask me why," I said rudely before the guys gave glances.

After the break, we all did some minor work to build up our strength and skill as a Guys in White Operative. I was to set coordinates and do some ghost fighting. It wasn't the type O and K did, it was more like guarding duty or something. I wasn't allowed to do major ghost fighting until I was 18. Still, all talents were required to help the Guys in White organization run smoothly.

I was to guard the facility while the other agents who were over 18 were fighting ghosts like crazy. As a guard, it was important to never be alone. To make things more interesting, my partner ended up being one of the girls I saw with the group of Guys in White chicks. I couldn't be more annoyed. That girl was probably going to flirt with me or something.

The girl was Operative 67, or Rachel. She had long brown hair in a ponytail, dark lips, and blue eyes. She was on her position where the guard was supposed to me. The girl smiled at me.

"Hi. I'm Rachel," Rachel introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you," I said, trying not to be rude.

"How do you like being here?" Rachel asked.

"It's swell," I said sarcastically.

"Do you miss them? The family you left behind?"

"Alot."

"I'm really sorry."

"Whatever. It's not like I had a choice."

"You know, people say that you are a danger to our society, but you seem like a nice person."

I rolled my eyes. Why does there have to be a girl Operative that flirts with me? This girl was driving me insane and if I were to last one more hour with her, I would go fruit. The intruder alarm went off right away. I changed into my ghost form before facing Rachel.

"Guard here! I'm going to find the intruder," I told the girl before running my butt inside the facility.

The red lights were flashing like a fire alarm. I flew throughout the building to look for the intruder. In a way, I was glad the alarm went off, this gave me an excuse to leave that girl. I found a figure running down the hall. He was heading toward the prison cell chamber. I knew this place like the back of my hand, at least this part of the building. I took a short cut and froze the knob to the chamber cell door with my ice powers.

The intruder saw the ice and gasped. He turned around and the first thing I noticed was that this person was a girl, because of the breasts. Although, I couldn't see her face because of the black snow mask. The intruder also wore a black outfit to be camouflaged. The intruder gasped before I slammed her against the wall and put her hands behind her back.

"Please! I came here to rescue you!" The intruder said.

"Too late for that, Missy. You should've done that before I became an agent," I glared.

"You're an agent?"

"No, I'm arresting you for the fun of it," I said sarcastically. "Jeez, what do you think I am?"

"But how? When?"

"I'm not answering anymore of your questions until you tell me who you are!" I asked threateningly before I snatched off the snow cap and saw a very familiar face. The face was like a glowing star. Her lips were violet as her eyes and her hair was in a ponytail to keep it up. The girl stared at me in horror and I knew who this girl was. "Sam?"

"Good work, son," Operative F congratulated me while I was frozen in shock.

"She was trying to free me," I muttered under my breath.