3 years later...

I was standing in front of Jones' desk. She had become the new head of MI6 when Blunt had retired. I was an official spy for MI6 – joined straight out of school. I had passed my GCSE's. Straight A's, with A*'s in French, German, Spanish and PE. I had CHERUB to thank for my A's. According to the note, I had measles with complications, then taken a private tutor to get back up to standard. It went down quite well, especially as I had the knowledge to go with the lie.

"You'll share this mission with a couple of our new recruits." Jones said, breaking me out of my thoughts. I sighed internally. I just hoped they wouldn't mess it up. I had a 100% success rate to keep up. Jones pressed the button for her intercom.

"Send the agents in." The door opened. I turned to see Corinne and John standing there. There mouths dropped open. I turned to Jones.

"Was this deliberate?" I asked. Jones seemed genuinely confused.

"Was what deliberate?"
"These two are from CHERUB. They were in my basic training group." Jones smiled at this.

"They didn't put that on their application! I'm sure you'll all get along then!" Corinne finally got some words out.

"You're dead." she said. "I saw you die."
"I'm part of MI6's new division – ghosts. We can get anywhere and do anything. No need to worry about walls, or guns. Can't die either, as I'm already dead."

"Seriously?" John asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"I thought you had to be smart to get into CHERUB. No, I'm not dead. Many people wish I was, but unfortunately for them, I like living."

"Why aren't you dead? You bled so much..." Corinne said.

"Because it wasn't my blood. Also, I had no idea that was going to happen."

"It's nice to meet you and all, but we're supposed to meet MI6's top agent for a mission." John said. I just stood there and raised and eyebrow. "Do you know where he is?"

"Yes. I know exactly where he is."

"Where is he?" I pointed to my office. I hardly ever used it though.

"He should be in there." I said. Well, I should be. I just wasn't. John walked over to it knocked on the door and waited for something to happen. Corinne however didn't move, but stared at me.

"It's you, isn't it." she said quietly. I nodded.

"Is that why you were shot? MI6 wanted you, so captured you?" I snorted.

"God, no. I've been working for MI6 since I was 14." Corinne looked shocked at that.

"You mean... when you were in CHERUB... That story you told James when you got your black shirt..."

"Yeah... I'd been working for them for over a year. Who'd suspect a child spy was spying on you?" I said with a laugh.

"MI6 knows about about CHERUB?" Corinne seemed concerned at that.

"Well... so does the CIA. And ASIS."

"And who's fault is that?" I laughed.

"You want to go put John out of his misery?"

"Sure." We walked over.

"They're not there." he said. I opened the door, and walked in.

"They are!" I heard Corinne snort. I quickly sat in the chair. Josh walked in.

"They won't like you sitting in their chair." he said.

"Seriously? Are you still not getting it?" Corinne said. "We were told we'd meet the agent in Jones' office. Alex said this was their office." Josh raised an eyebrow.

"You mean..." I took a mock bow in the chair.

"MI6's top agent at your service."

"You're no older than us! How can you be the top agent already?"
"Classified."

"What? CHERUB is classified. You starting MI6 cannot be classified."
"You wanna bet?"

"Sure." I turned the laptop on my desk towards him. He took it, logged in, and tried to access my file.

"It won't even tell me your whole name or what level pass I need! It calls you Agent Rider. Why is that?" he said. I smiled.

"Classified. Now pay up."
"What?"
"You bet. Pay up."

"We didn't agree on a price!"
"Whatever you've got on you will be fine." John just looked at me. I held out my hand. He looked at it.

"Don't make me come and get my money."
"I've been at CHERUB these past years."
"I beat the teacher in half a minute before basic training. And I've been on missions since 'leaving' CHERUB."

"Is that why you 'left' then? MI6 wanted you"

"No. I left because they wanted me back."
"Back? What? How long have you been working for MI6?"
"Classified. And why on earth are you carrying so much money around with you?" John looked at my hands, where I held a wallet of his.

"That's not the wallet people are supposed to steal." he groaned.

"Then don't make it so obvious that you have it. Your hand went towards it when I mentioned getting the money." I added, when he shot me a look. I threw back the wallet.

"You didn't take anything." I smiled and handed him a mission folder.

"I think you're forgetting why we're in here." I had taken his watch, phone, other wallet and MI6 badge too.