Chapter 5! Please review!
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Whoosh. The familiar plunge as the lift dropped forced a laugh out of Rose's throat as she had a moment of nostalgia, remembering all the times she had gone down in a lift very similar to this one. She felt her clothes change, but in a slightly different way - a beam of green light travelled up her body. It made the change much smoother, she noticed. Then the doors slid open and she let out a soft gasp of envy. "Frank!" she called, knowing that he would be down here somewhere. "Why didn't we get all this technology! Not fair!" There was a very familiar laugh from around the corner, and then Frank emerged.
"As you well know, Rose, most of this technology hadn't been invented when you were at MI High. In fact, you moving to MI9 was pretty essential in it being developed." Rose laughed too. It was true - most, if not all of this technology had been developed by her.
"Wish I'd invented it when I was at St Hopes," she said, turning on the plasma screen and bringing up the CCTV footage of the school. "It would have been so useful."
"Well, the new team will undoubtedly find it useful too," Frank said, moving to stand next to her. "But now, to business. Seen any potential yet?" Rose shook her head thoughtfully.
"I don't think so. Tell me abut the Student President." Frank looked slightly worried.
"If we can possibly avoid having Melissa on the team I will be very glad. Apart from loving to boss people around more than Stark did before he finally lost his job, she is teacher's pet, gets very angry if she doesn't win every prize on offer and finds it impossible to keep a secret. Keep in mind that I already know this having been here two days." Rose smiled.
"Not a possibility then. Oh, by the way, Oscar's coming here too. He should be here in five minutes." Frank nodded. Then something caught Rose's eye on the CCTV. "Wait a second. That girl there, I've seen her before," she froze the screen, zoomed in on a dark-skinned girl and then pulled up an MI9 window. She quickly searched the database for the footage she was after, and finally pulled up a CCTV clip of a dark-skinned girl walking up the steps outside the Foreign Embassy, wearing an outfit very similar to that of an underpaid secretary. A switch of CCTV angles and the girl was inside, pulling off the jacket and revealing a smart shirt, changing her shoes into low high heels and pulling out her ponytail. Then she knocked on the door of the Foreign Minister's office. Rose pulled up the facial recognition software and ran it, comparing the St Hearts student to the girl outside the Minister's office.
MATCH, the machine read.
"Potential cover agent?" Frank asked. Rose nodded.
"I'll ask Oscar to take another look when he arrives, but if this is what she does in her spare time, she is a possibility." Frank smiled as he ran the CCTV and saw a tall, blond-haired teenager arriving outside the school gates. "Oh look," Rose said as she saw him too, "he's here. No doubt he'll be down here in a couple of minutes." Sure enough, Oscar started walking down the hallways with a purposeful step. All the pupils parted in front of his intimidating physical strength and height. "Now why don't they do that for me?" Rose pretended to whine. Frank just laughed.
"Because the side effect of being an MI9 prodigy at the age of 17 is that you are still the same age, if not a year younger than the kids here, whereas Oscar is a year older and looks it. Oh look," Oscar had found the cupboard and pulled back the switch. "Here he comes."
Sure enough, the doors opened in seconds and Oscar came out, also dressed in new spy gear. "Rosie, Frank," he greeted them both. Then he turned to Rose. "Didn't I ask you to tell me if you were going anywhere during the day?" His tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of worry too. Rose slipped her arm around his waist and stretched up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"It was all a bit sudden. And it's hardly as though there are going to be hostiles here, is it?" Oscar acknowledged her point.
"Seen any potentials yet?" Rose nodded and skipped forwards to the screen.
"Here. This girl. She was videoed last year getting in to meet the Foreign Minister by disguising herself very effectively." She ran the CCTV footage. "I wanted to ask you, because cover is your area of expertise." Oscar looked closely at the footage.
"She definitely has potential. What do you know about her, Frank?"
"Aneisha Jones. 16, middle of the class. That's all I know so far." Oscar nodded.
"Well, as long as Agent Knight doesn't object to me taking on this too, I guess Rosie and I will be here a few days? So tomorrow I'll keep an eye on her." Frank nodded and smiled. "I'm sure Rosie can scout for any impressive techies from our flat just as well as she can from here, and the kids are starting to eave now anyway. So we'll meet you here tomorrow?"
"Great. I'll let Stell...Agent Knight know that you'll be here instead of HQ, so you don't have to sign I there in the morning. See you tomorrow, Agents."