If you are reading this and used the chapter skip button right next to the title, go back a chapter. I submit two chapters for your enjoyment today, and I think you might want to read BOTH of them. Just what I'm thinking, though. Anyways, here's chapter 11!

Texas grimaced as she entered the girl's bathroom and heard CT hurling somewhere. "What was for breakfast?" she called out to the unfortunate agent.

"…Milk," CT replied after a minute, before returning to emptying her stomach of its contents.

Carolina rushed in at the moment and headed over to one of the stalls, joining CT in getting sick.

"You too on the milk?" Texas asked Carolina as she brushed her hair in the mirror.

"Bite me," Carolina snarled. "I want to know who got that disgusting stuff into my milk."

"Don't ask me," Texas responded. "I haven't been downstairs all morning." She checked her watch. "Hurry up. We're supposed to report up to training in five minutes."

"I'll be there if I don't die first," CT groaned, wiping her mouth. She thought about something. "Carolina, have you ever had milk of magnesia?"

"Last time I had it, I had to go to the hospital," Carolina responded weakly. "My stomach couldn't handle it."

"Same with me," CT mused aloud. "I think someone found out and slipped some into our milk this morning."

"Who would have access to those kinds of files?" Carolina asked, but CT could only respond with a shrug as she stood up shakily.

"Come on, or we're going to be late," she said to Carolina. "The Director won't take excuses, remember?"

Carolina limped into her room some hours later, done with a full day of training, stress, and trying to regain her #1 spot from Texas (with no success, per usual). She still had reports to finish before bed, and she crawled over to her rolling office chair and collapsed in it.

A loud honk sounded when she sat down, and Carolina rocketed up from her seat with a yelp of fright. Shaking, she flipped over her padded chair to stare at the source of the noise: a bull horn taped to the bottom with zebra-themed duct tape. Glowering in anger, Carolina kicked her chair over to the wall with a scream of rage, and the bull horn sounded again.

"I HATE MY LIFE!"

"Was the infiltration and implantation a success?" the Director asked the soldier in white ODST armor, who saluted smartly.

"Yes, sir," the soldier responded crisply. "There was no sign that either Agents Carolina or Connecticut suspected anyone outside of the Freelancers slipped milk of magnesia into their drinks or taped bullhorns to the bottom of their chairs."

"Excellent," the Director shook hands with the soldier over a blue plastic bottle (labeled "highly laxative") and a roll of zebra-themed duct tape. "Thank you for carrying out my orders, soldier."

"My pleasure, sir," the ODST responded before turning smartly and leaving the matter in the office to be forgotten.

Credit for this story goes to: Drummerette, Reaper10119, and Anon

Short and sweet story. The next one will be longer, as I am working on a Christmas chapter. Hope you can wait for another day or so. In the meantime, you know the drill: read, review, and request!

Sincerely,

anna1795