-Chapter 2: Mark Becomes A Teacher (Sort Of)-

At the heart of Sellbot HQ's factory, The Foreman was taking a look at Zita's insides. There seemed to be no damage to them, so that must have meant that Zita's soul was the only thing that was damaged. He had no way of knowing when Zita would become operational again, but it had to happen soon, or the Daybreakers would eventually try to destroy Zita. The VP and The Chairman were not going to be happy about the situation. He let out an annoyed sigh and threw a wrench across the room. It hit the wall with a satisfying clang. He slowly dialed the VP's number to deliver the bad news.

* * *

Alex sat at his computer, trying to find some other case where a teen had died of heart failure. There were none. Alex began to think that maybe the doctors were not telling the town everything. He sighed and went into the living room, where his parents were sitting on the couch watching one of those doctor dramas his mother liked so much. His father was Kenny O'Bannon and his mother was Mary O'Bannon. Kenny looked like he was looking for an excuse to stop watching the show Mary was so tuned in to. After a few seconds of Alex just standing in the room, his father finally noticed him. He got up from the couch with a big grin on his face.

"Hey son!" He said. "Wanna go shoot some hoops?"

Alex knew his father just wanted to stop watching that dopey show, but he agreed anyway. He needed to practice anyway since he was on his school's seventh grade basketball team. He went into his room and got his ball. He went outside where his dad was standing in front of their basketball goal which they had cemented into their driveway. Alex took a few mid-range shots, then decided to pop a question on his father.

"Hey Dad," he started. "Don't you think it sounds pretty stupid that a thirteen-year old could have died of heart failure?"

Kenny frowned, then said, "what do you mean?"

"Come on Dad," Alex said. "Kids don't die of heart failure. And how could somebody as healthy as Jake have a weak heart. If you think about it, things just don't add up."

Kenny sighed. "Alex, I know it doesn't sound like it could happen, but it did whether we like it or not."

Alex couldn't take his father's word for it. He wasn't really doctor material when it came to scientific stuff, but he decided that he wasn't going to get anything out of him, so he just dropped it.

"Whatever you say," he said. "Come on, let's play a little one-on-one."

* * *

Well the room wasn't really what Harvey had imagined. He had expected it to be a room with a fridge complete with soda and awesome snacks, a huge, cozy bed, and a plasma screen TV. What he did get was a room with a fridge with only two gallons of milk and two gallons of water, a pantry with some bread, peanut butter, jelly, and some cereal, a bed with a somewhat lumpy matress, and a very small television set. It looked like secret agents didn't get a whole lot of luxury after all.

"I know it's not what you had in mind," Mark said. "But being a secret agent doesn't exactly give you a life of luxury."

Harvey sighed. He guessed it was decent enough. He had food and water, which was all he really needed. He had been on a not so comfortable bus ride the morning before. He had woken up at 7:30 AM and had gotten on a bus in the Brrrgh. The ride was about two hours long, and it had been bumpy. He and Melody had been the only ones on there, minus the driver. They only stopped to use the bathroom once, and Harvey had made the mistake of filling up on coke. So as soon as they had arrived, Harvey had ran full speed into the nearest gag shop to take a leak, while Melody had been laughing at how funny he looked when he ran. He hoped he would be able to catch a little nap.

"I'll let you unpack," Mark said. "Then we'll go get some lunch."

Melody wasn't too thrilled with her room either. It seemed to be the exact same as Harvey's. Melody hated lumpy matresses so much that she almost punched the wall when she saw it. Everytime her family went to a bad hotel with lumpy matresses, she would be up all night rolling over into different positions, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't get comfortable. She wanted to complain to Mark about it, but that wasn't the way secret agents were supposed to act, so she kept her mouth shut. After the two teens unpacked their bags, Mark took them to lunch.

They ate at a place called O'Bannon's, a restraunt that had been around for years. When they walked into the restraunt, there was a blue horse at the front desk.

"Hey Mark," he said. "How many?"

"Just three," Mark replied. "Is Kenny here today?"

"Nah man. It's their day off, so Popcorn is in charge."

The horse looked at Harvey and Melody.

"I guess this is them," he said.

Them? Harvey thought. Are we famous or something?

"That's right," Mark replied. "Hopefully they'll be the unstoppable secret agents of tomorrow."

Yeah, Harvey thought. If a cog doesn't kidnap us first.

The horse, whose nametag said Tom McTooth, led them to a booth. Harvey and Melody sat next to each other and Mark sat across from them. they all had burgers and coke and left with stomach aches.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Mark said. "Because that's probably all the fast food you're gonna get while you're training with me."

Melody and Harvey hated the sound of that, but that just goes to show you that the life of an agent isn't all it seems to be in the movies.

* * *

B-102's Log: Entry 7

Man, of all the times for a toon to walk into an alleyway, why me? I immediatly put my hands up and turned around very slowy. I then came face to face with a cog's worst nightmare. It was a tall, muscular purple dog in a toon police uniform. He seemed to be in his late forties, but looked very fit for his age. I looked at his nametag fo find out that his name was Apollo. I had never heard of a name like that in my entire life, but that's not really saying much, as I've been alive less than two months. I thought of making a grab for the hose, but Apollo could probably tear me apart, so I just stood there with my hands up.

"What is your business here cog?" He boomed in a deep voice.

"N-nothing," I sputtered. "I'm not hurting anyone, so just back off."

Big mistake. He got angrier and put the nozzle to my forehead.

"Listen buddy, you don't wanna screw with me, because I will give you a world of hell. You can either come with me to the station for questioning, or we can duke it out right here, right now."

Under normal circumstances, I probably could have taken this guy down, but I hadn't had any mantinence in forever, so I was pretty weak. I decided it would be better to try and explain my situation.

"Fine," I said. "I'll go to your little station."

Apollo seemed extremely suprised at this. He had probably expected me to fight him without hesitation.

"Okay..." He said. "I guess we'll go then."

He handcuffed me and we walked towards the station. When we got there, the chief started questioning me.

"What is your business here?" He asked coldly. "Were you waiting to jump a defensless child?"

I sighed and suddenly had an idea. If I told them my situation, then they would think I was full of crap, but if they heard it from a toon, they would probably believe me.

"Hold on," I said. "I have a witness to call first. Can you get Zach Osborne here?"

The Chief sighed and turned to Apollo.

"Go get him," he said annoyed. "But if you're story doesn't check out, then we're gonna blow you to pieces."