Two: I Love My Job
Dawn had been secretly been training for almost a year now, being taught by Dixon himself. He had deemed her fit for the field at the meagre age of 16 and a half, which had been an honour. Dixon had given her a gun, and a badge, which she had hidden away in a secret compartment that Marshall had installed for her while Spike and Buffy were out. Dixon had told her that she would be kept secret for a year or two. Dawn had tried to be normal for a while, just doing homework and the like, but she had gotten bored easily. And had begged Dixon to give her work, and he had delivered. She had been swamped with analytical work for almost a year, and she felt like she knew top terrorists as a result. When Dixon had offered her the chance for actual missions, she had agreed, and he had given her a manila folder as thick as her wrist, full of information about Julian Sark. He was Dawn's favourite subject to read about. He was so suave and sure of himself, and sometimes Dawn could understand where he was coming from. When she had discovered that he was only 19, she had almost fainted she had been so shocked. Dixon's offer had been like a dream come true at first- a real mission! But having read further, she realised that this was real, she leapt on the chance.
Using her secret "spy powers" Dawn had been able to rise early and get dressed and leave without waking either Spike or Buffy, although, being "preoccupied", Dawn was pretty sure she could have run a herd of elephants through the corridor and neither would have been aware. Dawn had dressed in her "Secret Agent" clothes at first, but she had been too uncomfortable in those, so she had changed into faded black jeans, black boots, and a 'The Who' t-shirt. Dawn left her hair out, long brown and shining in the light. As Dawn closed the front door of their apartment, she saw an envelope pinned to the door.
"Dawn." It said on the front. "Welcome to our organisation. As a welcoming gift, and as a way to prevent you from hotwiring your sister's car, we have given you this.
Signed, Director Dixon."
Dawn tipped the envelope upside down, and a key slipped out. "No way." Dawn muttered, but she raced down the stairs, and sure enough there was a brand new. Shiny black sports car parked in the driveway. She stepped into the car, loving the feel of leather under her fingers. "I Love my job." She whispered to herself. Dawn turned the ignition and smiled as the car purred smoothly into life. She grinned toothily and drove to the CIA headquarters wearing the same grin.