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"Hi ladies... My name is Mikayla. That's all you get to know about me. The rest you'll have to find out," I said once I was stood behind the podium. A hundred pairs of eyes stared back at me as I straightened my posture, and rubbed my palms on my jeans.

I stepped down the stairs and nodded gratefully to Mrs Morgan. Looking around the room, I noticed a lot of people had started eating again, except four students; Cam Morgan, Bex Baxter, Liz Sutton, and Macey McHenry. These were four students I had heard a great deal about.

I nodded at them, and walked to my room. Since I was joining halfway through the year, the only spare room left was one recently vacated in the teachers' quarters.

"Good evening Ms Robinson," I heard Mr Solomon say from behind me.

I stopped in my tracks, "Excuse me, Mr Solomon. Can I have a word?" he stopped, and gestured to an empty classroom. He followed me in and sat on the edge of the desk, me standing in front of him.

"How can I help?"

Time to come clean. "Mr Solomon... I know the truth about you," I started. "I know you've made some bad choices in your life. I also know that no one can reverse your choices."

"And what, Ms Robinson, were my choices?"

"The Circle is one; Morgan's father is another," I answered, staring him straight in the eye. Hurt, anger and shock flashed in his eyes, before it disappeared. The poker face.

"How do you know about that?" he growled. I just chuckled.

I gave him a pointed look before answering. "Before you start, I'm not part of the Circle, nor will I ever be associated with them. They disgust me."

"Ms Robinson," he started. "It seems that you know everything about me. And if you do, I request that you do not share any of that information with anyone. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." He nodded and started to walk out but I stopped him. "Wait! That's not the main thing I wanted to talk to you about. I have lots of sources; sources you could never even dream of having. There will be times, in the future, when you will need my help, and that won't happen if we're enemies. So unless you have any problems towards me, I suggest we try to get along."

I walked out before he could answer, leaving him shocked and staring into space. I love my power. Pulling out my phone, I pressed number 4.

"Cell phones don't work in here, we have jammers," a voice spoke up from in front of me. I looked closer to see Cammie Morgan leaning against the wall. She was a sneaky one, but there'd be no competition with me around.

I smirked, "Watch and learn, sweetie." I put my phone back to my ear just in time to hear Zach answer.

"Zach Goode," his cold voice answered.

"Goode. It's Robinson," I replied, my voice just as cold.

"What have you got for me, 'Kayla?" I almost laughed. He was sticking to the 'Wait-to-see-what-they-give-before-you-return-anything' rule.

"I've been told I now have an insider in the Circle, and the Black Rose. Also, The Director came to see me last Friday night. Apparently he's had a tip off that someone within the CIA has been leaking information to La Muerta. Please, tell Grant to get a grip and not let the Spanish chicks get the better of him. What do you have for me?"

He laughed at the Grant bit. "Well, the most important news is that we will be coming for an exchange in two weeks, after we've had a mission against your girls, the Smithsonian. Ruby Slipper Exhibit at 5pm."

"Thanks dude, keep me updated."

I turned back to Cammie, "I need to speak to you, Macey, Bex and Liz in your room; 7 minutes." I then walked off.

Maybe I should explain. My name is Mikayla Robinson and I'm a sophomore. Three things you need to know really; that's two, and the last is the fact that I know a whole deal more than you do. I may sound slightly full of myself, but in my line of work it's acceptable.

"Morgan, Baxter, Sutton, McHenry," I nodded to the girls as I walked in. They greeted me back and looked at each other questioningly. Who wouldn't when the new girl knows your name and you don't know anything about said new girl.

Macey looked bored as she filed her nails at her desk; Liz was half asleep after a hard day or P Bex was practicing martial arts stances; and Cammie was just sat on her bed reading a book.

"Tomorrow, you will have a CoveOps mission. You're going to the Smithsonian and you have to get rid of tails," I started but I was quickly interrupted by Bex.

"How do you know all of this?" she asked.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out. Anyway, you're going to have until 5pm to shake of any tails before returning to the Red Slipper Exhibit-" I was again interrupted. This time by Macey. I would've never thought her to be the interrupting type.

"What kind of tails?"

I smirked. "My kind of tails. As I was saying, these tails will be hard. They will be sneaky. They'll do anything they need to keep you in their vision. They'll want to humiliate you and your school. For that reason, I will give you a comms unit, allowing me to tell you what to say or do. I know what these tails look like; I know how they think."

"Will you be doing this CoveOps assignment?" Little Liz questioned.

I nodded, "Yes, however you won't. You'll be here and helping Macey break into the East Wing-"

"But it's off-limits. How will we be able to get in?"

"You're spies, yes? You have the equipment, yes? What's the problem? All the sophomores will be on the mission, and the rest of the school will be in classes."

"Why should we trust you?"

I smiled, for what felt like the first time in years. "I'm your Guardian Angel."