Here's the next chappie. I know I was supposed to wait for 5 more reviews, but I think I'm just going to abolish that rule. I don't have the self discipline to follow it, but that does NOT mean you can just stop reviewing. My new rule is I post the next time I can and I must have at least 1 review.

Rebecca

As I was walking back to the room after my makeover, which had involved a little skin lightening (and when I say a little I mean I did a Michael Jackson, no offense, but I have bloody dark skin and I came out looking like bloody Macey except with curly hair and green eyes!) Then, someone ran into me.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you," she apologize in a british accent, who was she?

"Oh, no worries," I responded, in my native tongue. I continued on my way. About five minutes later, that girl from before turned on me and started bombarding me with questions.

"So, what college did you go to?" she ask.

"Oxford. I knew someone who went to Harvard too. Where did you go?" I say, just like my legend said (it was time to use my cover since I now looked like my cover).

"Same place. Where did you go to High School?"

"St. Bernadette's Catholic School for Girls. It had about 300 students."

"Did you have roommates?"

"Yes, Alissa and Francine."

"Hey Sammy! It's me Ali. Long time no see. How have you been?" She asked, it had been Cammie.

"We should probably get moving now, Solomon's not the type who should be kept waiting."

"Ok Sammy, let's go. I didn't recognize you."

"Same here. That's good."

When we got to the room, we find two men already there. One of them, the one with hazel eyes, tan skin, and a mob of semi-short brown curls, was wearing khaki cargo pants, a blue and white striped polo shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes. The other guy, who had a buzz cut, really pale skin, and really dark (almost black) eyes, was wearing a black short-sleeved polo shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. They both had backpacks, bluetooths in their ears and watches. The guy in black had a symbol tattooed on his arm (well, actually it was drawn on with some make-up Liz made that can't be removed unless you use a special cream or let it wear off, it was invented about ten years ago and the person who is testing its wear off time still has a very sharp star on the middle of her back). The tattoo was weird. It looked like this:

Before I could ask about it, Solomon walked in.

"You're just out of college and you all want to see the world, Nettie and Sam met at Oxford as classmates, but that grew into more and now they are engaged. They are backpacking through the world on a recently inherited fortune, from Sam's childless bachelor uncle, Sam's father's only brother, Sam an only child. You each bring along your best friend. Now, you have a plane to catch, hope to work with you again," Solomon says and opens the door, a universal sign to GET OUT!

"Which one of you is Grant?" I whisper. Mr. messy-hair waves.

"Which one of you is Sam?" I ask and hope that it's the same guy, Cammie would kinda kill me if it wasn't. Thank the bloody lord that the same guy waved. We got in a chopper (helicopter) and headed for the London City Airport.

Even though it was about ten or eleven in the morning, I slept on the plane. It was always a gift I was proud of, being able to sleep anywhere, anytime. It really helped me in Singapore once, but I can't tell you because one, it's really off subject and two, of course, it's highly classified. You can't even know about it at clearance level 4. Which of course you have if you are reading this, after the mission, I know it will become a clearance level 4 file.

Now, I beg.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!
I don't even care if it's just, "Post again soon."