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Code: America

"What the hell?"

"What? Never heard of restricted language 'round ladies?"

"The ladies I'm used to are coarser than pebble-sized sandpaper. I'm just wonderin' why you are below my window without more than a bruised-"

"Ass?"

"No, ego. But that too." I smiled. It's been a long time since I met an American who wasn't carrying a gun. I stood up and helped her up.

"Ow. Damn, twisted an ankle."

I chuckled. "Really?" You fell twenty feet. Ya should be in pieces.

"Give credit to my addiction of milk."

With a yelp of protest she was lifted into the air and on my back. After prying her arms off my neck, I headed to the nurse's office.

Alex Zanardi, in the flesh. And we've hit off rather well. First day legally in France and I've already found a good team and a girl that's been haunting me for twelve years.

Only thing else that'll surprise me if Noah and Kristen come here. I'll be damned if they do though. With the Mossad being trigger-happy and RVS needing a liaison that isn't a dead man, I won't see my friends for a while.

Gah, I need a whiskey. Approaching the door, I knocked my head on it and Dorothy Yolande let us in. "Back already? What happened?"

" I tried to reach the only American in Kadic by climbing. Didn't work."

"Really? That's why? What the bloody hell did you need?" Yolande frowned at my language.

"My new roommate had a nightmare and set Elizabeth off. I told her to put a dick in it and she had her goons make sure I got ready for class in a blanket of snow." Alex explained.

I shook my head. "Who's your roommate? How come I didn't hear of you coming?"

"Aelita Stones. She didn't know I was there either- I got in around midnight because my parents don't believe that I can't sleep in an airplane."

"You sound like the President. John Maverick hates planes. Amazes me how he survives."

"How do you know the President?"

Shit. Shouldn't have said that.

"I wrote a letter about the Afghani War that he appreciated. I spent a week in D.C." I spun one of my cover stories from memory.

Being C.I.A. means that you always prepare to lie, but that is actually how I was recruited. But that's a different story. I sighed. In all my years of espionage, (fifteen, thanks to time travel) nothing prepared me for what happened next. I passed out.

One hour later

I was handcuffed, chained to my own bed and being interrogated. But, it wasn't the Lyoko Warriors. It was the girl of my dreams. Literally. "Why the hell are you in my head?" she screamed.

" I don't know."

(A/N Sorry for the short chapter, it kinda sets the pace for Code: America's prequel, The Covert Ventures of Zach Flame and C.A.'s plot)

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