Jack

It all started with the murder of Nicholas North: dean of the Guardian University. He was found dead in his office this morning, and everyone at work was extremely fired up about the matter.

Yes, work for me was going to the CIA headquarters each day, considering my occupation. But there's more I have yet to tell.

My name is Jack Frost. I'm tall, sensitive, and kind of grumpy on occasion—but I never showed much personality to those around me. At this point in time, I didn't trust anyone. I was trained to never let anyone in, regardless of how badly I wanted to, or how alone I felt.

Yet I don't have time to worry about that now. I'm currently dealing with a crazed thief who stole money worth 100 grand—on a moving train.

"You'll never get my money!" a deep voice rumbles aloud, shaking the roof I stand on.

"I don't think it's your money. You stole it," I grapple against the opponent. He goes in for a punch, they always do. But I easily duck his move, and kick him in the groin where it actually hurts.

"Ah!" He stumbles back, almost falling off into the railroad tracks—but I catch him out of pure mercy.

"We all know that this train will eventually hit the railway bridge." I hold the man down, making him stare at the ground below. He quivers with rage, attempting to fight back. "If you don't hand that cash over right now—the cash you stole, I will personally tie you to this train and watch you collide into the bridge."

"You're no match for me, lowlife!"

"Actually, that's not my name. The name's Frost—Jack Frost."

The train lets out an obnoxious choo choo! With this, I press the thief farther down and mutter, "Time is ticking. You have a change of heart yet?"

"Never," he wheezes.

"Shame." I pick up his money trunk with my free hand, and notice the bridge is just upon us. "Well, have a nice life. Oh, wait—you're about to die. Never mind."

I immediately leap from the train and land safe onto the soft grass below. In that moment, the train crashes into the low bridge, a fire erupting right on its roof. Whew, that was close.

A black SUV arrives and drives me back to HQ, driven by one of my partners, Sandy. There's a little bit of black charcoal on my shirt from my previous fight, and my silvery hair is disheveled and tussled; not to mention my shoes are untied. So here I am, looking like a complete fool as I stumble into the massive, technically advanced conference room when I hear I was supposed to make it to a meeting.

"You're late," my case officer, Bunny tells me. You would think that for such a powerful agency my boss' name would be different, more intimidating. We basically used codenames here to be secretive, yet he chose Bunny. I never knew why.

"Sorry, but at least I got the money," I saunter over to take a seat. "What's the meeting about?"

"Well, I gotta give this to you. Well done, Frost. I'll return it to the bank in the morning. And we're discussing a new case, so you better pay attention."

When Bunny reviews the information he earlier presented, this is when I find out about the murder of Nicholas North. I actually don't feel like dozing off at this point, which is a first.

"Jack," Bunny calls my name, "Your partners and I have decided that this murder case should be assigned to you to investigate and find evidence for."

"Really?" I am surprised, as I hadn't gotten assigned to a decent case in a long while. Although it seems quite thrilling—fear pits at the bottom of my stomach. I had never accepted a case this big that it involved a whole university. This is when I begin to realize, this is a bad idea.

"Yes. Our plan is that you go undercover and pose as a student in the university, trying to get close to possible suspects of the murder and finding necessary evidence. This may take up to a month, or more, but we know you can handle it. Are you willing?"

I gulp. This is a huge commitment to make, but I can't keep everyone in the room waiting. I have to come to a decision. This is a terrible idea, and I know it. But some extra cash would be nice.

"Yes," I breathe, tempted by my last thought. "I'm willing."

"Good. We'll fly you to Guardian U tonight, and your job officially starts tomorrow. You will go to classes like any other student, and participate in extra curricular activities. Still, there's one thing we must remind you."

I look up at him and raise my brow. "Yes?"

"Do not trust anyone, even if they appear to be nice. Do not let anyone in—don't let them know what you know. Understood?"

I nod my head in eagerness. "Don't worry, you can count on me. I already knew that from the start."

I only have a few hours to pack when I come back to my empty apartment. But I get it over with and from there, the private plane I board leads to me a new life.

I think forward on different scenarios regarding this life. Will it be dull, or rousing? The main idea is that I only focus on business, as that is what I have always focused on before. At least, that's what I thought as I sat in one of the back seats for takeoff. But little did I prepare myself for what I was to experience when I would arrive at the university.

Upon stepping into my new home, my dorm room, I meet my roommate. He has dark colored hair and eyes with two sets of perfectly white teeth that he gleams at me.

"Hey, my name is Flynn," he introduces himself, swiveling out of his desk chair. "Flynn Rider. I'm your roomie—gosh, it's nice to have someone here finally."

I give him a skeptical look as he takes my class schedule from my hand and examines it. "Hey, we have Physics and English together! Awesome. But I warn you of Professor Weselton. He's really old and crabby, and his tests are super hard."

I clear my throat and gently take the schedule back from his grasp. "You're very—uh, talkative."

"I assure you, even though it may come off as annoying, talking helps me stay popular. Oh, and so does the smolder! Who can resist this?" He looks up at me with the most incredibly stupid look on his face, lips pouted.

Jesus, how did I end up with this guy?

"That's great. If you'll excuse me—" I try to haul my luggage past him, but he stops me.

"Wait, you haven't even told me your name!"

I sigh, and even he can tell I'm annoyed. But I tell him the undercover name that Bunny ordered me to call myself from now on. "Max. Max Snow."

He backs off and gets out of my way. "Sorry, Max. I didn't mean to—uh, upset you."

I nod understandingly and set my suitcases next to my new bed—plopping my head down onto the pillow first thing. I wanted to get a good night's rest before my job officially started tomorrow.

I'm about to doze off, my arm draped over my head—but my last conscious thought is of Bunny's words: "Do not let anyone in—don't let them know what you know."