There was something about looking out of a jet window, down to the miles and miles of green and brown fields, or the bright lights of a city. It made me feel very small, in this big world filled with crime, business, families, war—I was just a small part. It gave me a sense of simplicity, that all of these peoples lives were carrying on, unaware of the plane thousands of feet above them, unaware of the stories of its occupants. We were just small influences in the bustling world, no matter how much me tried; power would be distributed equally, and all we could do is try to help in our own small way.

The rest of the week had passed very quickly and in between our challenging classes or homework, we would plan. Apparently I didn't need to pack anything but emergency supplies, I wasn't allowed any clothing or top secret homework either. We got excused from our weekend assignments which were celebrated via high-fives. Well, not Liz. Apparently she had been looking forward to her science homework and is still pouting.

We arrived at half past 5, which required leaving right after school. I had been to Philadelphia before, and although it was a beautiful interesting city, I found that a great majority of the people had the personality of a dry wall. Shouldn't be too hard to blend into, it didn't involve us doing anything per se, more of just NOT doing certain things that would be considered unique, or odd.

Bouncing into our suite, yes, SUITE, we followed procedure searches for anything that could be threatening. After that we conducted a search of our own 16-year-old-girl style.

Sufficient amount of bathrooms and bedrooms? Check.

Hefty supply of hair products and makeup? Check.

Closets stocked with the latest trends only the elite wore? Check.

Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia, Mint Chocolate Chip, and Blueberry Cheesecake ice cream? Uh-Oh. We would have to fix that ASAP.

Shortly after, Macey arrived with her harem of agents to pick out our outfits for dinner and assign us our 'looks'. Since we were posing as one of Macey's inner circle we had to dress like them, talk like them, act like them down to the smallest detail. Of course we already knew this, it was common procedure for any cover.

She began with the strictness of a school teachers, "Always hold you're chin high and nose up. This shows pride, but be careful you don't tilt it too high and look like an idiot, or worse, a snob. Together and alone, we are snobby, spoiled, rich, b**chy, selective, and completely self-absorbed. EVERYTHING is about image, whether its real or not. Each one of you will have to pick a unique persona that portrays awesomeness in every pore of you're body. Its fitting in, while standing out. Sure you love to shop like everyone else, but you love to shop for, leather, or dresses, or shoes, etc. Each person had there own unique trait that their famous for, find one and stick with it. Me? I'm the rebel, well I used to be. I still have all my old friends but any time I'm attending a formal event, I'm a complete goody girl. If all goes well tonight, then we'll continue on like this. If it doesn't, then you guys are getting make-over's and going full-blown undercover." As she talked she paced back in forth in front of our chairs, once in a while glancing up to the stylists busy hands. "So what can you say girlies, are you up to it?" My grin was identical to Bex'es, unlike Liz we had been waiting for this night our whole lives, preparing, studying, training, it all came down to this. "Tonight, all you have to do is fit in, and appear like a normal spoiled teenage girl."

I could do this.

Bex has apparently chosen 'edgy' and decided that she would have enough belts to wrap around the world. They were the perfect choice for her in my opinion, anything near her face would mess up her great proportions and her great legs couldn't be covered. She had on a deep purple frock, belted at the waist (snakeskin), and black patent pumps.

Liz had gone a different route and instead of accentuating her great attributes she said she would play up the bad ones to make the look better. She was in a white fitted mini-dress and Greek sandals that had strings wrapping all the way up to her knees, the centerpiece of the outfit.

Meanwhile, I was struggling with the skirt Macey had left out for me. The top was no problem, it was a plain white blouse with ruffles down the front. The skirt on the other hand, really had me perplexed. It was a heck of a time getting past my hips and when it was there it looked stretched and bad with the shirt. It was blue silk that puffed out slightly and came to my knees. With the suede boots it made my legs look tiny and the whole outfit seemed off.

"Mace?" I called, trying not to let my voice crack.

She walked into the door and started complaining right away, "First of all, never call me Mace again, its only Macey from now on. Second of all, never call me in general, always come find me in case I'm busy, which I was, so that you don't interrupt anything. Third of all why did you call me—" she cut herself off with a gasp and seemed to finally look at me. Not just a mean once-over but two times she looked up and down me with disgust.

" What ARE you wearing?"

" That is why I called you here, I look retarded! Did you get me the wrong size or something?"

After a few more glances she started giggling, putting her hand to her mouth in a sad effort to compose the expression.

"I didn't get you the wrong size Cam, you're wearing it wrong." Walking over to me she took the edge of the skirt and yanked it up about 4 inches, settling it just under my ribs.

"What the… why would I wear it all the way up here?"

"It's a high waisted skirt honey. Its supposed to be like that, it's the style. I thought even someone as un-experienced as you would have found that out," she emphasized the pitying notion by patting be on the shoulder with mock-sincerity.

I looked in the full-length mirror and was surprised at what the subtle difference made. I personally thought the make-up looked like I had just smudged my eyes and my hair was not supposed to stand that way gravitationally, but overall I looked like one of Maceys friends. It gave me a boost of confidence any girl could use and I walked beside my other two friends with my head held high like I belonged here.

I could do this.

In the elevator the three of us just talked politely, because of the cameras, and waited till we got to the ground floor so we could split up and turn our comms on. But we couldn't, because the elevator stopped at floor 7 too and 6 drunken guys, probably around 21, stumbled in.

One of them looked me up and down a few times, it was the same thing Macey had done but it was so, so, so much more disgusting. I noticed the other guys looking similarly at my friends and I tensed up.

The one closest to me spoke up, "Damn girl, its clear that anyone dressed like that doesn't want to spend the night alone, so hows about me and you do it like they do on discovery channel!" At least that's what I think he said, because his words were so slurred together and raised and dropped in pitch at random points.

His friends laughed, "Yeah! Have y'all ever been in a threesome? Cause you know we can arrange that to and turn this machine around back to our rooms." I had a brief mental image of what I thought that would look like and shuddered,

"Get ready," Bex whispered, "'cause this is how the rest of the nights going to be."

I could NOT do this.