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Undercover Lovers

They didn't know each other. They'd heard of one another, but never met in person.

"Hello," the smaller, brunette girl said to the taller, older girls. Her voice was thick with a British accent that could easily be changed to any accent she wanted.

The older one nodded curtly, but the second one returned the greeting.

"Hello," she said. "What's your status?"

"007," the younger said in her low, quiet voice. She fingered her long, curly hair before asking. "And yours?"k

"Same."

The oldest one spoke for the first time. "Same."

They were all in a dark, rather large room. There was a huge TV monitor hanging on the wall; it was as big as a movie screen. A few chairs, one for each of them, were placed in front of it in a line. None of the girls were sitting in them. The youngest was in the darkest part of the room, leaning against the wall. The next youngest was standing across the room in a pool of light. The oldest sat on the back of one of the chairs. They eyed each other, but did not speak. Each was pondering the same questions: why were they here? Who was the leader? Why were they taken from their previous locations?

The youngest, Alyssa, had been in England until very recently. She'd just returned there after a mission for the queen when she'd been kidnapped from her room in the middle of the night. She was not frightened; this had happened once, many years ago when she was ten. She was scared then, and it hadn't done her any good. She felt no fear now…ever.

Maria, the next oldest, knew she'd been summoned here. She'd gotten a mysterious message in her computer. After decoding it, she knew where she was supposed to be. This was either a test or another mission; she had no questions other than "Who's the leader?" and "What's the mission?"

The oldest, Angelina, had been taken from her parents mansion in Dallas, by one of her servants. He had told her in quiet Greek while they boarded a plane that she had a new mission. She'd accepted it and had been here longest. She knew who the other girls were, unlike the other girls, who only knew each others faces and a small bit of their mission past.

What confused the girls the most, however, was that they knew they were retired…or, almost. Alyssa was just settling into it when she was taken.

Finally, Mya spoke. "Anyone know," she asked. "why we're here?"

"Yes," Angie said, then was silent.

Alyssa slowly shook her head. "No," she said. A tremor went through her body and she sighed deeply.

"Are you afraid?" Angie asked, a slight hint of amusement in her slightly high voice.

"I do not feel fear," Alyssa snapped. "Not for things like this."

"Do you ever?"

"Sometimes," Alyssa murmured, crossing her arms over her chest. "Maybe."

Angie snorted and brushed some hair behind her ear. Mya watched Alyssa for a second before looking away from the younger girls glare.

Alyssa spoke after a long moment. "Why are we here?" she asked the oldest one.

"It's a mission," Angie said simply. "My servant said we're supposed to work as a team to save someone…or somebody. I couldn't tell; Greek is my only weak language."

"Oh," Alyssa said. "Okay."

"You have servants?" Mya asked suddenly, with envy.

"Yes," Angie said simply. "Don't you?"

"My parents are dead," she said shortly. "I live with my aunt. She's poor. I make my own way in life."

"What about you?" Angie asked Alyssa.

Alyssa stared back with defiance. "I'm alone in life."

"You're parents send you on your own?" Mya asked.

"My parents…hah, what parents?" Alyssa asked without humor. "I'm an orphan. Alone in life. Always have been."

"Always plan to be, I presume," Mya said with a smirk.

"Is that a crack?" Alyssa said with an angry Russian accent. "It would hurt if it weren't true."

"Aha, agent, one fourteen zero," Mya said, "You're an excellent agent, very cunning,"

"Thank you," Alyssa said modestly with her native British language back.

"Ninas chiquitas, sin experiecas," Angie said, rolling her eyes.

Alyssa studied the older girl. "Well, if it isn't, seven eighty-two nine," she said. "The way you busted Rasputin in Brazil was genius,"

"Thanks," Angie replied.

Angie and Alyssa both looked at Mya. She was shifting from foot to foot, trying not to look them in the eyes.

"What's your code?" Alyssa asked.

Mya sighed.

"One ninety-three two," she said.

Alyssa shook her head. "I knew it," she murmured in an American accent.

"You were the one that left her co-agent behind," Angie said softly.

"I did not leave her behind! She was weak, she couldn't take the mission!" Mya snapped, anger in her eyes.

The giant screened flickered to life.

"Welcome, agents," a man said. He slowly came to view.

"Agent zero zero one," Alyssa breathed. "The best agent…"

"Correct," he said. "Agents, sit in the chairs there."

Angie rolled backwards into the chair and landed safely. Mya walked over with out hesitation, and Alyssa crept up as fast as possible, taking the chair closet to the door, which was locked..

"Tell us why we're here," she snapped.

"Hasn't Angelina spoken of it?" 001 asked, amused.

"Maybe," Alyssa spat. "But maybe I'd like two sides of the story."

"Yeah," Mya agreed a bit nervously.

"Very well," 001 said.

He paused before continuing.

"There is a very special mission for you three. You were chosen because you are the best agents in America."

"I come from England," Alyssa interrupted.

"In the world," 001 fixed. "You each have unique qualities we need. Such as, Alyssa, can you read this?" Something came on the screen. To Angie and Mya, it look like gibberish, little pictures and symbols. But Alyssa calmly stated

"The blind man sees what seeing men cannot."

"Correct," 001 said. "This is ancient Egyptian, 7821 and 1932.

"The three of you," 001 went on. "have qualities normal agents do not. Your mission, if you choose to accept, will be a hard one. Challenging."

"I enjoy challenges," Angie said.

"Good," 001 said.

"What is our mission?" Alyssa asked in her British voice.

"Have you ever seen these boys?"

The three girls looked at the picture on the screen.

"That's Connect 3," Mya said in confusion.

"Nate, Shane," Alyssa said quietly.

"And Jason," Angie finished.

"I don't understand," Mya said. "What do these boys have to do with…us?"

"These boys are in grave, grave danger," 001 said. Alyssa's eyes widened slightly. Ever since she was young, she'd enjoyed C3.

"They are being hunted by one of the worlds most dangerous criminals," 001 stated. "His name is Vladimir Lenin. That is a fake name he stole; his real name is unknown. He is responsible for many murders of spies around the world."

"But the boys aren't spies," Angie interjected. "..aren't they?"

"No," 001 said. "And that's why this is a bad situation. The boys are completely clueless to their own doom and they are in no way ready to protect themselves, which is where you come in."

"Wait," Alyssa said. "Why are they being hunted?"

"Their parents, I assume you know, are dead. But they were actually some of the worlds best spies. Ever. Their names were Paul Black and Denise Whiteman. The boys surname is made up."

All three spies gasped.

"They were their parents?" Mya gasped. "They were…amazing."

"Beyond," Angie agreed breathlessly. "Ils ont été incroyable ... héros de notre monde.."

"Talented," Alyssa agreed. "Very skilled at their job."

"Yes," 001 agreed. "They were the only people who knew where the Fountain of Youth was."

"I thought it was a myth," Angie said. "Non è vero? I mean, isn't it?"

"No," 001 said firmly.

"Then don't you know?" Alyssa asked, the Russian accent back.

"No," 001 said. "Before they, er, died, we agreed it would be best to keep the fountain a secret. Only they knew."

"WHAT?!" Angie exclaimed. "Why? Đó là điên, khùng điên! Bạn idiots! Hoe kun je denken aan het doen zo'n stom ding?!"

"Calm yourself, 7821," 001 ordered. Angie quieted down and sat in her chair, mumbling to herself in Chinese.

"Moving on," 001 said. "We agreed for everyone's better interest the Fountain of Youth was to remain hidden.

"Unfortunately, Vlad discovered we had agents who knew the location of the fountain. He set out for the boys parents.

"Knowing Vlad's elaborate torture methods, they decided to do the only thing they could: suicide."

Alyssa's eyes widened. "I thought they were…killed in a fire," she whispered.

"Jag också," Angie said. "I mean, me too."

001 sighed. "Unfortunately not. They decided to take a poison. Their boys were very young; Nate was only a young baby at the time, so they left them with Mrs. Whiteman's sister and husband. The boys do not know they aren't their real parents.

"Vlad was furious when he realized the spies were gone. But then, only a short time ago, he began to wonder if the boys knew. He doesn't know how young they were, and he's a madman. He'll do anything to find the fountain."

"And this is where we come in," Alyssa said simply in an American accent. "We go to America, and watch over the boys, right?"

"Correct," 001 agreed. "You'll be going in undercover."

"Who will we be?" Mya asked eagerly.

"I'm glad you asked," 001 said, "You three will be going undercover as journalist working for the San Diego Inquirer,"

The girls nodded.

"Agent one fourteen zero, your identity will now be of Caitlyn Gellar, Grew up in Montana on a ranch with her five brothers and sisters. She had an early interest in writing, which is why she wanted to become a journalist. She is still partially an apprentice to Ella, and she loves what she does. Is going to college in a few months." 001 explained,

"Sounds easy enough," Alyssa said.

"Agent one ninety-three two, you will now be Mitchie Torres, Grew up an only child in Sacramento, and went to college at UCLA because she graduated high school early. She loves to sing, but writing is her true calling. This is her first big assignment: discovering connect 3. She's very excited about it,"

"Great," Mya said.

"And Agent seven eighty-two one, you are now Ella Peterson, Graduated college a year ago and is now enjoying life in Hollywood. She is the best young, undercover journalist yet and agreed to train Caitlyn. She sees potential in everyone and has a masters degree in writing and photography.,"

"Excellent," Angie said nodding.

"Do you all understand?" 001 asked.

All three girls nodded and took in the information of their new identities.

"You will be staying at The Hilton, as well as the boys from Connect 3," 001 informed, "This is no regular mission, this could be deadly so watch your backs, and don't trust anybody, stay together only seperating when necessary,"

The agents nodded.

"Two more things," 001 added. "You are no longer your previous names. From now on, you will call each other Caitlyn, Mitchie and Ella. Caitlyn, your target will be eighteen-year-old Nathanial. Mitchie, you are taking nineteen-year-old Shane, Ella you get the twenty-one-year-old, Jason."

They nodded again.

"You are dismissed," 001 said. "Another agent will be taking you to the plane to California."

A door slid open on the other end of the room.

As each girl walked through, their previous lives disappeared.

Alyssa became Caitlyn Gellar.

Mya became Mitchie Torres

And Angie became Ella Peterson.