AN: I don't own MI High, or anything else you recognise. I just own Demi, Jamie, Cali, Kati and Patterson.

Demi's POV

I was currently sat in class taking an 'aptitude test' because Mrs King demanded it. Apparently it was so we could find out what careers we were perfect for. I honestly don't know what I want to do when I'm older. I know all too well that I can't be a spy forever. And anyway, these questions were really stupid. One of them was to describe my taste in music! How will that affect my future? Does me liking Fall Out Boy mean I'll end up working in Tesco's? I sighed and turned over the page. Great, more questions. When Mr Flatley walked in, I stared up at him. "Ah, Mrs King..." Mr Flatley began as Mrs King silenced him.
"What is this?" Jamie asked. "Why do I have to do this?"
"It's an aptitude test Jamie." Mrs King replied. "To determine what kind of job you might be suited to."
"Well I'm stuck in the supermarket checkout then." Jamie replied, causing me to laugh quietly.
"Very funny. It's to kick off the Fun Futures Fair I've organised!" Mrs King said.
"I sometimes wonder if I should have taken a different career path." Mr Flatley interrupted, flicking through a test. I sit by the door now. Guess Mrs King got annoyed with me constantly talking to Tom and Jamie. "Ha, funny that. So do I." Mrs King answered. The bell rang, and I immediately bounced up. I handed Mrs King my test paper, and left the class.

I put my headphones in and walked to my locker. I wonder what my test would show. I knew all too well I couldn't be a MI High agent forever. But it's all I've ever known. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. Maybe I should try actually going to class. I pulled out my spy-pod and listened to the message I'd heard hundreds of times before.
"Greetings Agent London. My name is Chief Agent Matthews, and I am the head of a small group within MI4. I have your résumé here, and I'm impressed! I have heard from Chief Agent Knight that you are a commendable agent. If you are interested in having a part in my team, contact me. Chief Agent Knight has my number."

I'm scared. I just wish it could all slow down. Do I want to change teams? "Demi?" A quiet voice said, causing me to jump. It was Mr Flatley. I pulled out my headphones.
"Yes, Mr F?" I replied.
"I wish to speak to you. Can you step into my office? Don't worry, you're not in trouble." He said.
"Sure." I answered, following him to his office. "What's wrong?"
"Demi, I've know you for a long time. I remember the little troublemaker you used to be." He sighed. "What do you want to be when you leave school, Demi?"
"I don't know. A musician maybe." I honestly said. "I really don't. Why?"
"I just wanted to make sure you make the right choice. If you ever want to talk, I'm here." He said, smiling at me.
"Thank you." I replied. "Can I go now?"
"Yes." He said. Well, that was pointless. I walked into the corridor, and straight into Jamie.

"Woah, watch it Dems!" She shouted. "You OK?" I nodded, and decided to go and look for my team. "Well, bye then." Jamie called as I walked around the corner. I eventually found my team gathered around Dan's locker.
"Hey Dems." Dan said, smiling at me. I weakly smiled back, and hugged Tom.
"So, all this career stuff is fun." Keri remarked.
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"Are you OK?" Aneisha asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Just fine." I answered. Tom seemed a bit concerned but before he could insist on finding out what's wrong, my dad walked over. He produced five tickets out of his pocket. "What's this?" I asked as we each took one. "It's not my birthday."
"These are like gold dust! How did you get these?" Aneisha asked.
"I have my sources." My dad replied.
"Yeah, who's Derren Beige?" I asked.
"It's a lame act. He claims he can see the future." Tom answered.
"Oh really? Maybe I can ask him for Brad Pitt's phone number for Jamie." I replied.
"Is this a thank you for rescuing the Prime Minister's poodle?" Aneisha asked. Oh yes, that lovely dog.
"It's your new assignment." My dad replied, before explaining to us our mission.

That evening.

I was sat at a table with my team, watching this Derren Beige guy. He seemed to be very good. I don't know why Tom was so cynical. He was a bit strange though. I think at the moment he was talking to some lady's cat. After he correctly guessed the cat's favourite food, Eggs Benedict, my team began talking. "That can't be very good for the cat." Aneisha remarked. "No." I murmured.
"We're working." Dan said, looking at Keri, who was on her phone.
"Just telling my mates where I am." Keri replied, as my dad took her phone away. "They'll be so jealous." As soon as I looked back up at the stage, my vision began to blur. I blinked the blur away as my dad said, "This was Beige a month ago." He showed us a clip on his spy-pod of Beige, only much less confident than he was now. So what changed in a month? He suddenly gained psychic powers? "In the past 4 weeks, Derren Beige has published winning lottery numbers and the results of horse races and football matches." Aneisha stated. "Awesome!" Keri said.

"Not really." I added.
"Come on, he's just a clever showman." Tom said.
"Are you two sharing some kind of link? Why are you both so cynical?" Keri asked, looking at me and Tom.
"No. He's much more cynical than me." I replied.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Tom replied, before ruffling my hair. I pouted at him, and messed up his hair.
"It took me ages to get my hair like this!" I complained.
"Would you two focus? We're on a mission." My dad interrupted. I stopped and looked down.
"Sorry." Tom lightly kissed the top of my head before Dan said,
"I wouldn't be so sure. The CIA have investigated psychic abilities."
"Seriously? The CIA?" I questioned. He nodded.
"Maybe Beige really has cracked precognition." He added. Keri looked at him with confusion, causing him to say, "Being able to see the future."
"No way. It's some kind of trick." Tom interrupted.
"Then why are MI9 so interested?" Dan questioned.

"That's true. Why are we after this guy?" I asked.
"More and more people are following his predictions." My dad answered.
"Brill!" Keri announced. "If everyone wins the lottery, no one will ever have to work again."
"Yeah, and the country's economy will collapse!" Tom said.
"This is causing chaos. Your mission is to find out how the scam works and put a stop to it. Before everything gets out of hand." My dad stated, as Beige walked off the stage for the intermission. Dan, Aneisha and Keri got up to go and talk to him. I wonder if Beige is really a psychic or just a fraud? I hope he's the real deal. I could do with a glimpse of the future about now.

AN: And I'm going to end it there! Well, I'm back! Did you guys miss me? I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thanks for reading! Please review, and I'll see you in the next chapter!