Chelsea was getting bored, after the kiss Bruce had been on the phone almost all the time. Janet was busy with paperwork. Friends were always at school. She was still exclude. Chelsea spent most of the time with Rufus. Walking him, feeding him, playing with him. So when she was called into Janet's office, she was sure she had done nothing wrong, but she was still racking her brain. Chelsea had thought of many improbable ideas, but none prepared her for a motherly looking women sitting in a chair talking about something. They were talking to quietly for her to hear. It was then she realised that Bruce was there to. He was at the back of the room, looking up at the pictures of all the kids here, including her. When he looked up and saw her he grinned widely. When Janet saw her she stood up.

"Well, I'll leave you to it." And with that she left the room. The women got up and smiled at Chelsea.

"Hello Chelsea my name is Zara." Chelsea nodded in response. "I'm here because I am interested in adopting you and Bruce." Chelsea just stood there, amazed that with her record anyone would be interested in adopting her. But before she could say anything, a sharp, cold thing was piecing her skin. She spun around to see Bruce there with a guilty smile on his face. She stared at him until she was in a peaceful sleep.

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When Chelsea woke up, she was surprised to see that she was in a different bed, with only her under wear on. She searched her brain for what had happened, and she remembered Zara talking about adopting her, and Bruce sticking something in her arm. She jumped out of the bed, and looked around the room. The first things she saw where clothe at the end of her bed. She walked over cautiously, and examined them. There was an orange t-shirt with a globe and a winged baby sitting on it with the word 'CHERUB' printed on it. There were also military style trousers, white socks and boots. She slipped everything over her body, and walked out of the room. As she stepped out, she noticed more doors along the corridor. Chelsea decided to go to the end of the corridor, where she could see a lift. But as she was walking someone had come out of their room slamming the door behind them. Chelsea whipped around, and stood face-to-face with a short dark haired boy, older then herself.

"Excuse me where a I?" She said with the most confidence she could muster up, which was not a lot.

"Can't talk to orange." The boy mumbled, and hurried off. Chelsea stood their confused for a moment, but then she heard another door opening. She turned around and saw Bruce.

"Bruce!" She shouted getting his attention. Bruce walked over a smile on his face. "Hey, do you know where we are?" She asked again.

"Yeah, I do. But I can't tell you, Mac will. Oh by the way, if anyone said can't to orange, it's just the rules here, I am only aloud to talk to you because Zara gave me permission." He explained. She just smiled and nodded. "Come with me." HE said walking over to the lift. When she got in, he pressed the ground floor button and grabbed her hand. She squeezed and he replied the friendly gesture. When they reached the ground floor, Bruce directed her on where to go. Chelsea found herself at a desk. The overly cherrie lady behind it squeaked.

"Hello, you must be Chelsea Smith, pleasure to meet you. anyway go down the hall, and the door to your left, that's Mac's office. Oh Bruce! Mac says that she needs to see you and Kyle Blueman, about what happened the day before you left." Bruce looked gutted, he thought he had gotten away with it. Chelsea went down the corridor and went into the room on the left, just as the lady said. A man, Chelsea was presuming was Mac was sitting there with another person sitting opposite her. He had lots of earrings and some tattoos, all I all he looked like a genuine hard man. When she opened the door, they turned around and Mac smiled warmly and the man gave a friendly nod. Chelsea walked in further, and Mac gestured for her to sit down. She did. The man got up and left as she did.

"Chelsea I am glad to see that you are awake. Down to business, your at CHERUB a facility for child spies. We train them, from the age of ten. they stay with us until they are seventeen."

"Wait what? Why kids?" Chelsea asked. Mac looked pleased that he got to tell his little scene again.

"Imagine a man goes up to a old lady's house, and he says 'my car has broken down, can I use your phone?' the women would call and wouldn't let him in. If he says that eh is injured, he she would call an ambulance, but still not let him in. But now imagine a young child goes up to the house and says 'my daddy's car just crashed, I don't think he is breathing!' She would open the door to let him in, then a man comes out f the shadows, hits her over the head and steals all her money. Criminals have been using it for years, and now we turn the tables on them. Terrorists, would be very weary of letting men into their house, but never suspect children." When Mac finished his little speech, Chelsea looked impressed. "If you want to join then you have to do the entrance tests first." Mac Said, she nodded.

"I can give it a go." Chelsea said.

"Lets go do the tests then."

YAY! Over 1000 words!

I want to say thank you Ipk97 for reviewing. In case you are wondering, Mac hasn't retired yet, Zara isn't in charge at the moment.

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