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Two weeks later, West Berlin.

Chapter 5: Family of spys

Bluefur's POV:

I sat on the pew (Church Bench) in the front row along with the rest of the kids. The Pastor walked up to the stage and started saying some words about the victims. Snowfur was tearing up next to me. Rosetail stared at the coffin, and Thistleclaw had his arm around Snowfur. Classic Thistleclaw. Read the mood, Dimbus.

Me? I was playing with the pencils they gave out at the entrance. Do I care? Yes, and I do, just not enough to cry all out. Believe me, I do care, but who would want to be shown weak infront of adults? That would be sad.

(0o) [Looking at you, Crybaby. Don't tear up on my nice clothes.]

"Bluefur, Don't you care about your mom being dead?" Whispered Rosetail.

"No, not really." I said, putting up a still face.

A shocked Rosetail replied, "What is wrong with you? She is your mom!"

"So? They are going to die eventually."

"But she was a wonderful person! Are you a psychopath?"

I pondered on how to answer.

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Is that bad?

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Yes, It definitely was.

"The fact that you are not responding is kinda scary, Bluefur. If you don't care for your mom, Then who do you care for?"

"Myself."

(O O) [Am I speaking to an Assassin or a Robot?]

"Isn't that a little ….. How do I say this, inconsiderate?"

"Fair point. But when bad things happen, suck it up."

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I overheard a muttered, "Dear Yahweh." and Rosetail finally looked at me and whispered.

"Your mom was a British commando, and she had vouched for you to join the MI6 in her will."

WHAT? WHEN WAS MY MOM- you know what? That would make a lot of sense if she was.

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Ooh. I wonder what secret agents do. Guess there's one way to find out. But what if they refuse me, and go to Snowfur instead? I am not losing to her snotty face again. What would a professional spy do? Stay calm. So I have to stay calm. Great, Bluefur. Put on your poker face.

"Okay?"

Rosetails eyes widened and leaned forwards into my ear and whispered, "Did you know that your mom was a secret agent?"

(oo) [No, not at all. But I can't say that.]

"Yes, the fact that she was able to stand against a Soviet Agent is probably a sign she had training."

"Okay," Rosetail spoke, " But where is your personality? You do not seem affected by your mom being a secret agent!"

"So?"

(oo) [Should I even do this? She's going to end up like a killing machine with no emotion. This was part of my mission though.] - Rosetail

(✩✩) [THIS IS SOO COOL] - Bluefur

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After a few tense moments, Rosetail handed me a piece of paper.

This is probably going to be a mistake, but meet me tomorrow at 10 at the bookstore named My Library Grandeur.

YES. I GOT IN.

Am I rushing this? Yes.

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Do I care? No.

One day later, Bookstore.

I reached the bookstore at 10, and searched for the raven haired Rosetail. What was surprising was that a few of my classmates were there. there was also some people I didn't know, such as a boy in the corner beanbag.

I looked at the cashier, "Have you seen a Brunette with green eyes around here?"

He looked back at me and said no.

I walked through the walls of books, avoiding my classmates. Eventually I found Rosetail almost completely under a chair with her legs sticking out reading a author named George Or-wail. The title was a few numbers. 1989, I think.

I crouched down and pulled down Rosetail's book to her lap. "Are you going to talk about the Thunderspys?"

She looked up, put a bookmark in her book, and said, "Follow me, and don't question anything." as she walked to the bathrooms.

(- -) [This looks oddly similar like a kidnapping]

"Okay." I said as I followed her into the lavatory.

She pointed to the rail near the toilet and spoke, "Hold on to the rail."

I grabbed it and sat on the toilet, and she unscrewed a pipe and placed a piece of wood on the pipe leading into the wall.

"You're still holding on the rail?"

"Yes, Why?"

'This is only temporary."

"Wait wh-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Rosetail pushed the wood in. The door closed and the room began to sink.

After a few seconds, I took my hands off the rail, and responded, "Rosetail this isn't so bad."

(OO) ! {GRAB THE R-}

The room twisted to one side, and I flew for at least a second before my back the wall and I fell on top of Rosetail.

"For Starclan's sake, Bluefur!" Rosetail desperately held the sink.

Fortunately, the room stopped spinning, and Rosetail's grip loosened.

I got off of Rosetail, and as I was getting up, Rosetail, with a stern look, grabbed my hand, and pulled me under the sink with her. Just after that, the room twisted the other way. Eventually, the door reopened and I stepped out of the elevator/bathroom.

Rosetail grabbed my hand and lead me into the larger room. A few of my classmates were already in the spacious room.

"Rosetail, why are they here?" I said as I pointed to my classmates.

Rosetail turned around, and said, releasing my hand, "They are also secret agents. Their parents were sent by the US to occupy West Berlin and protect it from Soviet attack, or at least act as saboteurs. Your parents got payed for moving, but they had to send one of their children to also become a secret agent as well."

I looked at them. All in all, there were 3 classmates, and a hand full of adults. Thrushpelt, Rosetail, and Fuzzypelt were the only people I knew.

"Welcome to the MI-6 headquarters!" Thrushpelt announced, causing a adult to smack him.

Rosetail commanted, "Thrushpelt, we are not in a book, there is no reason to speak that loud."

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"Sorry."

"Let's go to the training center, shall we?" Fuzzypelt asked.

"Okay. " Rosetail pointed towards a hallway, "That is the training area where we are supposed to be."

I looked at the surroundings as we strolled to the (What I assume) the training area's modest hallway. There were knives, guns, liquor, you name it.

We turned left, and Fuzzypelt stopped after we all got in the hallway, and the adults dispersed.

(✩✩) [What will this space be? Is it a training space for wall jumps? Is it a shooting range?]

I looked expectantly at them, which caused them to have a silent discussion on who to tell me about this mysterious area.

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"This," Fuzzypelt said, "Is a hallway. If you didn't know that, you are dumb!"

"Fuzzypelt, really?" Rosetail complained.

"My jokes are a work of art. Be more PUN-derstanding! Ba dum Ching." Fuzzypelt said pretending to play the drums.

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I winced.

Thrushpelt clapped slowly.

Rosetail responded, filled with sarcasm, "WoW. So ImPrEsSiVe."

"Thanks, Rosetail!" Fuzzypelt opened a door and pointed, "Bluefur, This is where we relax, or sleep occasionally during extended times of work here."

I looked inside, and the first thing I saw was a hideous pink cat wallpaper.

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What is wrong with these spies? They subverted all my expectations.

Fuzzypelt responded, "I know, It really is a CAT-astrophe."

He was promptly smacked afterwards, and something landed with a thud.

Thrushpelt spoke up before I could turn around and see what happened. "Funny fact, I lost a bet with Rosetail, so we had to set up the wall paper. Whenever we try to take it down, or critic it, Rosetail gets super defensive."

"IT'S A GOOD WALLPAPER!" Rosetail yelled from behind me.

I quickly turned around, and saw Fuzzypelt in a scuffle with Rosetail on the floor.

Rosetail was on top of him, and she threw a punch, and it-

In a matter of seconds, Fuzzypelt pushed Rosetail forwards somehow, and spun her around, so that he was on top of her.

"Now apologize to me!" Fuzzypelt taunted her with a smirk.

"I will never say your puns are good!" She laughed defiantly.

"Kids these days." Thrushpelt rolled his eyes.

"Isn't that hypocritical?" I asked.

"That was a joke."

"Fuzzypelt get off Rosetail. It's training time." Said a voice down the hall.

"Okay." Fuzzypelt sighed reluctantly. I guess he didn't get the revenge he wanted.

He spoke just loudly so only us could hear, "My puns are still good though."

We all walked down a few more places which seemed pretty impressive to a big room with workout equipment and a large matted area in the center. It was not as big as the Entrance room, however.

I tried to get a glimpse of the man in front of me, but he was wearing a brown leather overcoat.

Once we got to the room, I saw my classmates or fellow agents, I don't know what to call them, remove their shoes and bow down to the mat as the got on it. I did the same.

Finally, I saw the mysterious man's face clearly. I felt like I had seen that face before.

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The instructor looked at me and spoke, "Hello, My name is Goosefeather, and I will be your new MI-6 Trainer."

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