A Little Game Called Cat and Mouse

This has been a little change up on the traitors' side. Check out the first chapter for info on who is who now. And that is the final list. I'm not changing it anymore. And this chapter will introduce the traitors more in depth.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.

Chapter Three

Two Story Town

Amanda's POV

"Elena Caridth, Amanda Anderson, Erika Castriel, Kameryn Clarke please report to the headmaster's office immediately."

Four of us at once being sent to the headmaster's office? I gather my books and rush out of my first period class. Normally, if I was called out of class, I would take my time, but being called to the headmaster's office is never a good thing.

My black boots echo against the marble floors of the school. I run up the grand staircase, almost slipping on the steps in the process. After rounding a corner, I see the headmaster's door at the corner. I pat my hair down and open the door.

The three other girls are already there. How that got there that fast, I do not know. There's an empty chair next to the Erika, the tallest one with her jet black hair up in a ponytail. I take my seat and our headmaster, Victor Delvin, nods his head at us. He stands up and circles to the front of his desk.

Victor has brown hair that is going a little gray. His brown eyes always seemed to lose more life each time I see him. But after all he has done for the spy world, I can't blame him.

"Elena, Amanda, Erika, and Kameryn, you four are about to go on the most crucial mission of your lives. Have any of you heard of a band called Big Time Rush?"

Elena and Erika nod their heads. Kameryn looks away when Victor's eyes land on her. Then he looks at me.

"I prefer hardcore rock and roll." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

Erika lets out a cough at my comment. I lean forward and look at her. "You got a problem with that?" I snap. Erika's light, caramel brown eyes examine me from head to toe.

"It's clear that you enjoy that type of music by your style of clothing." Erika responses.

I look down at my clothing. I'm wearing a pair of black jeans that are ripped in one knee. It matches my black and teal flannel shirt. "I don't always dress like this." I say.

"That's good to know." Victor interrupts. Erika and I lean back in our seats. "Because you may have to dress up for your mission."

"What exactly is our mission?" Elena asks.

"So as two of you know, Big Time Rush is a boy band consisting of four boys; Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, and Logan Mitchell. For the next several weeks, they are here in New York to perform several concerts. I assume you all have heard of Charles West."

All of us nod our heads and sit up a little more in our seats. Charles West is an ex-spy who actually attended St. Morris. About ten years ago, he betrayed us and nearly exposed us to the world. Ever since then, almost every agent around the world has been trying to catch him. He's most wanted in the spy world.

"We have reason to believe West is in New York, and may be a possible threat to Big Time Rush during their time here. I'm assigning you four to be their protectors until they leave."

"So were babysitting?" Elena says, clearly disappointed.

"No, you girls do not have to have direct contact with the boys. Just make sure they stay safe till they leave for Los Angeles on January 2nd."

"But today is December 14th." I point out. "We have to protect them for twenty one days?"

"Girls, you four each excel the most in different skills that are needed for this mission. I'm counting on you four to ensure Big Time Rush's safety."

"I'm in." Erika says.

"So am I." I say.

"Me too." Elena says.

Kameryn just nods her head, signaling she's in too, officially making us a team. Victor claps his hands together. He goes back to the other side of his desk and opens his draw. He pulls out four files and places them in front of him.

"Everything you need to know is in here. As for your long absence from school, your parents' will be told you four are going to be part of a student exchange program with students from Italy. You leave first thing tomorrow morning. Be back up here at seven. Now, back to class."

We all grab our files and exit the room. Erika and Kameryn leave, each going opposite ways down the hall. Elena and I walk slowly alongside each other, reading the mission file.

"Kameryn isn't one for words, is she?" I say, my brown eyes never leaving the file.

"I don't even know her. But over the next few weeks, we will get to know her." Elena snaps her file shut. "See you tomorrow, teammate." Elena winks and disappears around a corner.

I slip the mission file into my backpack. The next several weeks are going to be long.

Vivian Gold's POV

I slip into Mr. West's office to see Janessa, Samantha, Ciri, and Astoria already there, but Mr. West is not. I let out a sigh of relief and sit in a chair in the corner.

Janessa and Ciri stand next to each other against a wall on the left side of the room. Samantha sits in a chair with Astoria standing behind here.

"Way to be late." Ciri says, her green eyes flashing towards me. Her hands are in her normal trench coat, and I can a dark green turtle neck peeking out from underneath. It compliments her olive skin and dark brown hair, which lays flat under her shoulder blades.

"Why do you care?" I snap. I'm in no mood to deal with Ciri and her attitude.

"Why can't we all just get along?" Samantha complains.

"Shut up." Janessa snaps. "You don't get a say in this. Not when you look like a rainbow threw up on you."

It's true what Janessa says. Samantha is wearing white jeans, bright purple sneakers, and white winter jacket, but I can see the sparkly purple shirt she has on underneath. Her blonde hair is up in a high ponytail, revealing her blue earnings that match her blue eyes.

"Seriously Nessa?" Astoria says. "At least she looks like she has some life to her, opposed to you."

"Trust me Tori, you don't get a say either." Janessa says. "You look like an overgrown care bear."

Again, true to her word, Janessa is right about Astoria. With her dark blue pixie cut hair and forest green eyes, Astoria practically stands out in any crowd. And if we had to go outside today in public, anybody could spot her from halfway across the world. Astoria is wearing a dark blue jean shirt, white leggings, and a plaid button down shirt that is dozens of different colors.

"Well, I rather dress like a care bear than the grim reaper." Astoria says back with a smirk, showing the dimple on her right cheek.

Janessa takes a brief moment to look at her clothing. Janessa's clothing doesn't remind me of the grim reaper, but more a punk rocker. Janessa has on her normal leather jacket, ripped jeans, and fingerless clothes. Today, instead of the usual dark tank-top, Janessa has on a t-shirt with a band name on it. Her brown hair with streaks of honey blonde in her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail like Samantha.

"Just knock it off guys." I say, standing up. My black converse bangs into the metal frame of the chair. "Mr. West won't be happy to come in here and see us fighting. Now just shut your mouths or I'll shut them for you."

Ciri moves away from her place on the wall. She stands beside me and throws her arms around one of my shoulders. "Hear that guys? Little Miss Preppy is going to shut our mouths." Ciri takes her arm off my shoulder and slams me into the wall behind us. "If only you could learn to keep your mouth shut. Now zip it and sit down."

"Have you forgotten I go to a spy academy just like you Ciri?" I say. "I know all the moves you do. Maybe even better."

Ciri laughs. "Keep dreaming." Ciri backs away from me and takes her place back against the other wall. I can hear footsteps coming down the hall. I brush my long brown hair with natural yellow highlights away from my face and out of my brown eyes. I take my seat just as the door knob turns and Mr. West enters the room.

Mr. West takes his seat at his desk near the window revealing all of New York. "How are you all today? Mr. West asks.

We all mumble 'fines' and 'goods'. That must be a good enough answer for Mr. West, as he immediately moves onto what we were really called here for.

"Girls, I have a feeling that somebody inside St. Morris is trying to stop our operation of shutting down Big Time Rush for good."

"Who?" Samantha blurts out.

"Does it look like he knows?" Janessa says.

"Calm down ladies. I need you all to keep an extra lookout for anything or anybody at St. Morris that may be out to stop us."

We all nod our heads and Mr. West dismisses us. The walk back to the school is a silent one. We slip back in unnoticed and go about our normal business.

Kendall's POV

"No Carlos!" The producer of our first concert yells. "You spin after you land the jump, not before."

"Can't we take a break?" I suggest. "We have been at this since five this morning."

"Yeah, all we need is a break to get our focus back." Logan says, coming up on my side.

"You get twenty and no more!" The producer says before turning sharply on his heel and walking away.

As soon as the coast is clear, we all fall backwards and lay on the stage. "I don't think I can take another minute of this." James says. "And this is my dream!"

"It will all be forth it in the end." I say, sitting up. "After we see the fans, it will all be forth it."

"It better be." Carlos says, sitting up. James and Logan slowly sit up too. "I'm only doing this because you promised corn dogs for lunch."

"Smart one." Logan says to me. I just give a shrug in response.

"Boys, your twenty are up!" The producer says, reentering the room.

"I thought we get twenty minutes!" James exclaims.

"No, you got twenty seconds. Now, Famous from the top!"

It was going to be a long day.