Chapter 11: Before Classes - CIA Day 1
"So..." Harry began, not really knowing what to say. "Do not, and I repeat, do not, ever tell anyone this."
"Sure," Mike agreed, as he jerked to reality.
Now that the ice was broken, the two boys laughed at each other. "Well," began Mike. "We'd better be off. We have a long day ahead of us."
"But it's almost evening," Harry asked, confused? "Was this another CIA thing? Doing missions at night? But I'm not even trained yet, and Mike said ahead of US."
Seeing Harry's confused expression, Mike couldn't help but chuckle. "Tomorrow," he said. "That's ahead of us."
Realization finally dawned on Harry's face. "Oh..."
Harry woke to the twittering of birds right outside his window. He couldn't help but smile. Now that he had finally revealed everything to Mike, it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
Walking downstairs cheerily, Harry saw Mike putting the finishing touches on the grand breakfast he had prepared. "It is your first day after all," Mike said, when Harry opened his mouth to protest.
Harry sighed and sat down. He was soon overcome by the delicious smells of breakfast and succumbed to eating it.
"Well," Mike said, sitting down. "You are sure going to have a big day today. You got your first classes. Let's see...Martial Arts, Logic Puzzles, Weaponry, Agility, Personification and Disguise, Computers, Teamwork, Spying, Target Practice, Quick Thinking, Stamina, and Ettiquette."
"Whoa, that's a lot. What's Ettiquette?" Harry asked.
"Oh, nothing much. You just have to learn manners."
"And I have that at the end of the day?" Harry asked, half incredulous, half surprised at his bad luck. "The perfect way to end a day."
"That rhymes," Mike said approvingly.
Harry rolled his eyes.
"You know what?" Harry asked. "Why is it called the CIA? I know I heard that somewhere. Um... Oh yeah! It's in the United States of America. Isn't it copyrighted somewhere?"
"Maybe," Mike said, helping himself to some toast. "It is in a lot of books. I mean, the words that I know are copyrighted are: 'the', copyrighted in approximately 99.9999% of books, 'a', copyrighted in almost every single book, etc." He grinned at Harry and winked. "Nah, we just like the sound of it. What the US government doesn't know can't hurt them."
Harry laughed. "I guess you are right," he said and began on breakfast. He was looking forward to his first day at 'school'.
As if reading Harry's thoughts, Mike leaned forward and said, "It isn't school. It's boot camp. Eh... You do know what boot camp is, right?"
Harry assured him that he indeed did know what a boot camp is. They ate in silence. Harry stuffed himself with food. Mike's cooking certainly was excellent. He pointed that out and Mike embarassedly said, "Oh, it was nothing."
They eventually set off onto the headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency of Britain.
Hi folks. This is an extremely short chapter and I just wanted to get it out. I was getting some serious writers block and just wanted to put this out and have sometime to think before the next 'full' chapter comes out. R&R!