." Replies Agent Linfield, simply. I nod my head intrigued. "I hope you grow accustomed to her, Agent Hale"
"Let me introduce you to one of our new agents, Agent Jezebel Greene." As if on cue from out of the laboratory comes a girl who looks surprisingly a lot like Liz. Except with copper red hair. The thought of Liz made my mind drift off to Bex. How was she doing? What was she doing? I shake the thought away. Now is not the time to be thinking about personal things. No matter how much I want to think about my British Bombshell… I hold my hand out as I say "It's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Jezebel replies with a soft southern accent. I do not to show my surprise.
"If you work late tonight do not bother coming in tomorrow." I smile on the inside. I know that is because of me that they have gotten closer leads to the Circle of Cavan. I was about to head to my apartment until she tells me that she has information that I might fond helpful.
"I hope you find this useful." She shoves a file filled with papers at me. "They are reports from a couple of months before you started working here."
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I ask suspiciously. She has this 'uh-oh. Busted.' Look on her face but she masks it away with another face. Innocence.
BEX's
Later today after classes were over I sat down on my bed, exhausted, and emptied my coat pockets. I folded piece of Evopaper fell out. Curiosity made me grab the paper and open it up. It read:
Bex,
Don't worry I'm doing fine. Lots of hard work.
Spy work is underrated. I'm going to keep my promise.
See you soon, Yours truly,
Grant.
My heart skipped a beat how was it possible that he sent this to me. Unless this is some sort of a sick joke, although no one is supposed to know. I reread the Evopaper and handwriting and I realized that…It Was Him. Before I asked any stupid questions I remembered that I bumped into someone at breakfast. Grant was good at so many things but sneaking around wasn't one of them. Cause of all the excitement that coursed through me in the last couple of minutes that I decided to used my sleep-in. I knew I'd need it for tomorrow.
Next Day
Today as I walked in to the P&E barn to help Macey pass her exam to be in the twelve I saw Macey about to shoot her crossbow at a group of sophomores. "No! Macey, stop!" I yelled. I was to late, the girls started shrieking in panic as they threw themselves on the floor with their hands covering their heads. I exhaled a laugh. Girly girls I thought.
"Macey!" she winced. I told her good job. "Keep you aim high." I said.
Then I moved her to the crossbow training room. That's the last thing Gallagher Academy needs headless girls. Zach came in heading towards the punching bag. Moments later Cammie burst through the door furiously. They both started hitting the bag angrily. I'm guessing because it is the only thing stopping them from kicking their feet up each other's asses. Ah, relationship tiffs.
"Psst!" I called to Macey "I want you to shoot the at the rock-climbing wall the fifth rock to your right."
I stifled a giggle as she realized that she would be shooting not far up from Zachary's head. I wondered how 'tough' he will be after a near death experience. But my face whitened at I felt a tug on my jacket. I looked back and no one was behind me. I slipped my hand in pocket and felt a slip of paper. Everything happened fast. Blink and you'll miss it fast. Macey pulled the trigger and Cammie push Zach for cover.
"What the hell Bex?" Zach screamed
"I'm just helping Macey reach 12 grade. Anyway why are you mad at me?"
"For giving her the idea, Rebecca."
"You really want to go there with me Goode."
The doors flew open as Mr Solomon strolled in. He told Macey that it was time for her test. Then he told us 'That would be enough.' Then I whispered to Cammie that her boyfriend was a tool. "He only acts like one." She told me as she smiled warmly. From there we all walked to the Dining Hall to eat dinner.
While we're eating dinner Macey sneaks in with a hint of a smile threatening to blow up in her face. She's giddy with joy but I don't ask her why. She'll tell us soon.
"I passed. I am now in twelfth grade." She says.
"That's great!" Liz congratulates. Jonas, who was sitting right next to her, nodded his approval. Cammie smiles as she said 'Great.' Zach just had to prove he either doesn't like us or just loves to annoy us by saying.
"That's 'fantastic' I've been in twelfth grade for three months now." He says smirking and adds. "By the way you have to make up three months' worth of work."
I kick him from under the table. Not good manners but I'm not caring. "She worked hard. Couldn't you just be happy for her?"
"I am. You girls have a bad habit of putting words into other people mouths." He says still smirking.
I roll my eyes. If only Grant was here.
Grant's POV
I walk all the way back to the agency. Apparently, I am going to be someone's probie. I still can't understand why, of all the hours in the day, the have to choose eleven at night to introduce me to him. It's not like I won't be there in less than eight hours. But still, with no argument I walk into the building. The moment I am inside Townsend joins my side. Without sopping we walk into the forensics department, the most private area in this entire place.
'You've been doing a good job by yourself Agent Hale but I, personally, think you could do better with a partner by your side." Townsend informs me. From there out comes Agent Linfield ushering someone to stay inside. "This particular agent comes from your area of expertise."
"And what area would that be?" I ask with every ounce of patience I can muster.
"Field work."
." Replies Agent Linfield, simply. I nod my head intrigued. "I hope you grow accustomed to her, Agent Hale"
"Let me introduce you to one of our new agents, Agent Jezebel Greene." As if on cue from out of the laboratory comes a girl who looks surprisingly a lot like Liz. Except with copper red hair. The thought of Liz made my mind drift off to Bex. How was she doing? What was she doing? I shake the thought away. Now is not the time to be thinking about personal things. No matter how much I want to think about my British Bombshell… I hold my hand out as I say "It's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Jezebel replies with a soft southern accent. I do not to show my surprise.
"If you work late tonight do not bother coming in tomorrow." I smile on the inside. I know that is because of me that they have gotten closer leads to the Circle of Cavan. I was about to head to my apartment until she tells me that she has information that I might fond helpful.
"I hope you find this useful." She shoves a file filled with papers at me. "They are reports from a couple of months before you started working here."
"Do I know you from somewhere?" I ask suspiciously. She has this 'uh-oh. Busted.' Look on her face but she masks it away with another face. Innocence.
"Doubt it." She says far too quickly. Then she walks away. I did not leave the building, for I spent the rest of the night on my computer searching information about this Jezebel Osgood. I could not find anything but I'm sure Jonas could. It kind of took me off guard but then I realized that the truth was obvious. She is…
You are going to have to not stop reading and keep a look out for that name JEZEBEL OSGOOD ok? At the end of the story everything will be revealed. I know that Bex's POV is boring now but I promise it won't be. PLeAse R&R!