I have to say this isn't my best chapter. It's very slow but every story has to have a backstory to get to the good story! Please review!

Chapter 2

"Of course I get the mission where I have to hang out with spoiled brats" I mumble angrily while jamming spy equipment into a suitcase. "Because you're an awesome spy! It will be a piece of cake" My room mate Sam says sitting on her quilted bed texting some poor guy who gave her his number in a moment of weakness. Sam's dated so many guys despite her nickname Heartbreaker. The guys are enchanted by her emerald eyes,tan skin, and cascading chocolate curls. She looks up from her iPhone flashing a blinding smile. "You'll do great! Want help packing?" "Nah. The Agency is providing clothes for my new cover" I respond. "What is your new cover" Sam asks curiously. "Classified" I say raising an eyebrow. "Aww! You have to make sure to text me everyday" Sam exclaims pulling her knit cardigan closer to her skinny body. I zip up my suitcase and thor it to the ground. "I have to stop by sublevel 2 to pick up a packet. Wanna come" I ask grabbing my key card. Sam huff's. "I guess!" I laugh as Sam dramatically rolls of the bed. I've been friends with for a year but I feel very close to her. She's fun and understands that I need my alone time. Sam shuts the door behind us and we head to one of the many hidden elevators. I press the green 2 button and scan my finger. "Access Granted." The elevator slowly slides down and Sam's phone pings. "Who is it this time?" Sam brushes one of her curls to the side.
"A freshman. He's cute but 2 grades younger. It would be a bad start to his year if I broke his heart" Sam replies sweetly. I roll my eyes. "Try not to kill too many boys hearts while I'm gone." The elevator pings. "I know! Who would clean up the mess" Sam jokes. I grab my key card and hold it to the scanner. A door slides open and I go through a body scan. After, we get out fingers pricked. Then we are allowed to enter a dimly lit wide solid limestone hallway. Sublevel 2 is 100 ft underground and still slopes downward. Made in the 18th century but armed with explosives if needed. Sam follows me as I enter a large covert operation classroom. Rows of desks are empty but Solomon sits at his desk near a humongous whiteboard that doubles as a screen. "Raegen,Sam. It's nice to see you girls" Solomon comments. "You too" We echo. Solomon reaches into his desk and pulls out an orange file filled with papers. "Raegen this is your packet, has everything about your cover and information on what to look for in recruiters. Also includes your earpiece, a video camera necklace and a radio watch. You will recieve further information at your destination. Any questions? " I take the file and weigh it in my hands. "No sir" I respond sharply. "Have a great day and good luck White Tiger!" "Thank you."
Sam and I march to the elevator and up to our spacious room. I plop on my bed spreading my arms out wide.
"What time does your flight leave" Sam asks. "In an hour" I say groaning. "Shouldn't you leave?" I roll over and mumble " The airport if 5 minutes away." "Well that gives me time to make you look like a teenage girl."
I groan. "What's wrong with this" I ask pointing at my slick black jumpsuit. Sam rolls her eyes and disappears into our closet. I take off my boots and crawl onto my navy comforter. Sam comes out of the closet holding leggings and a sweater. I groan again and pile pillows on me to hide. "Rae! Come on,you have to look like a general teenage girl!" "Why can't I be unique" I ask voice cracking. Sam drops the forbidden clothing on my pillows and heads to the bathroom. I slowly start pushing the pillows off to the side. Taking off the black jumpsuit I change into black leggings and a cropped gray sweater with Sweater Weather written in yellow across it. As I stand up, Sam's full length mirror reflects a pale haired girl with ice blue eyes looking like an average teenage girl. Sam comes out and squeals. Squeals! "You did not just squeal?" Sam flips her hair and smirks. I grab my bag and slick black iPhone 5. "Sam I need to get going, I'll text you when I land."
Sam comes over and gives me a hug. Awkwardly I stand like a tree till Sam whacks me on the shoulder. I wrap my arms stiffly around her. We let go and I grab the file and exit the room. I reach the garage and hop into a van. I'll drive to the airport,leave the car there, hop onto a plane and fly to my destination. Gallagher is providing clothing,the house/apartment, and the car for my cover. I pull up at the airport and park. Quickly I grab my file and look for my ticket. "Roseville,Virginia to Suwanee, Rhode Island. 1 hour and 32 minutes is the flight time" I read outloud. Turning off the car, I pull out my duffel bag. Somehow Gallagher got me a pass so I don't need to go through bag scanner since my bag is filled with weapons. My black doc martens echo as I walk towards the check int. "Hello, how may I assist you" A perky young brunette chirps in a blue and red uniform. I realize that she is talking to me and quickly scan my cover for my personality then walk up. "Hi! Um I need to get my ticket for airline #7059." "Okay! What name is it registered under?" "Lake, Riley Lake I believe" I chirp matching her tone. "Okay give me a second" She says moving quickly over the keyboard. "Here we go" She says grabbing a printed ticket and handing it over. "Thank you" I say sweetly and head off to the terminal. According to my ticket the plane is in terminal C which is to the left. I reach it and then head to section 59 to wait for boarding. I pull out my file and start reading. Riley is a straight A student Comfortable w/ guys and girls Sports: Gymnastic at Freedom Star Likes Shopping Go w/ the flow kind of girl Fav food: Italian Loves animals Hates when people smoke and litter and soda Night Owl(can get up in the morning) Fav subject:Science/History friendly with everyone(boys,girls) Does tons of extracurricular activities The last part I groan at. I hate socializing but that's how I need to recruit. Luckily they have me doing gymnastic. I guess hours of intense trampoline training pays off. "Would seats 1A-50A report to entrance on flight #7059." I stand gathering my only bag. With a sigh I head to the entrance. It's time to become my cover. It's time to become Riley Lake.