Chapter 2:
Brandi
A new school, a new day, new people to spy on. You'd think being the only child of the two most famous operatives in the FBI, I won't name them because then the secret would be out and… I'd have to kill you, would be fun. In fact, it's not. At all. In fact it's actually a really boring life. All I want is an adventure or at least something more fun than normal. All I do is stay at home with sitter after sitter. I have to be careful not to kick and paralyze them when they laugh at me tripping over my long, red hair. I've tried to cut it, but it just won't cut. I have used everything from scissors to knives to axes to glass and nothing's worked. It just flows on the ground not growing. As I enter the school everything seems normal. I see the populars, the sluts, the emos, the band geeks, the nerds, and the IDKWGTGTs (I don't know what group to go to). The populars come over to me. "Ew, who brought the thing in? What do you want to do with it?" one says. "How about we throw it in the locker?" another one says. "Yeah, that would learn her not to enter this school." Another one says.
"Learn her? Really, that hasn't been used since the eighteen hundreds. How old are you? I'd say… sixteen? Older? You don't act older? Hmmm, I don't knooooo-" I say as I'm thrown into the locker, unable to complete what I was saying. I put my hands on the sides of the locker and screamed "LET ME OUT!" That was when the locker began to blink red and I was dropped down as the floor disappeared. Well, I thought, I wanted an adventure.
Maeve
When I enter the school the first thing I see is Zoey, wearing glasses. "Ohmigod Zo, look at you. I guess we both had something bad and socially awkward happen to us. My mom is making me go to speech therapy. The lady is so bossy." We walk further in when we see Hale and Caden, our boyfriends. Hale is extremely clumsy and Caden is like the hulk, being strong not green or giant, of course. "Whoa!" Hale says when he sees Zoey. "Not a word. You know, I've always wanted to see what its like to be in a locker. You know?" "I guess?'' We all say, not sure what to say. "Well, what are you waiting for, a snow storm? Come on." We all walk for the five lockers closest to us. They aren't in use. They never have been. As I enter the door shuts itself then locks. "Hey! Let me out! Come on, this isn't funny." Suddenly red lights begin to flash. The floor disappears and I am suddenly on a slide like thing. "Welcome to the playground." A monotone voice says. When I hit the bottom I land in a chair. There are four other chairs around me, in them I see Zoey, Caden, Hale, and someone I don't recognize. She has extremely long hair...and when I say extremely, I mean down to the floor extreme. There are two other girls in the room. They look to be in their early twenties. "Hi, I'm Laiyla Jones, but you can call me Agent Jones, Lay, or, and this one I really dislike, but is very popular with me dads friends, the daughter of the amazing Braceface. Please, don't ask me why because I have no clue whatsoever." She was blond and had freckles and her mouth looked as if she had a second row of teeth pulled out from behind the first one. "Um, hi," the girl with the long hair said, "are you the daughter of Jackson Jones?"
"Why yes I am, Brandi. May I ask why and how you know of him?"
"Oh," she blushes,"my dad and mom do work with him a lot. If you see him can you tell Ana and Marc Jacobson that Brandi says hi and that she misses you. They've been away since we moved here."
"Of course I will."
The other girl was a few years older than Laiyla. "Hello, my name is Nora Brand. You may call me Ms. Brand, Ra, Nora, or Nor. I will help find the missions."
"Oh, are you Alexander Brand's daughter. I heard he disarmed a bomb with one hand tied behind his back."
"Yes it is true. Now back to what is important, Laiyla?"
"OK, we'll it's time to get your upgrades! Yay! Maeve, you're up first. I walk into the room. Hoping for something good to happen. I am also wondering what these upgrades are. What am I doing. She's a stranger. I think. Yeah but that Brandi chick knows her and she's an agent and the daughter of an agent, so she can't be too bad. I think this final thought as we enter this room. She straps me into this machine like thing. I hear the words, 'Searching for weaknesses' before everything goes black.