Hey everybody... Sorry it's been a while since I've updated the story. I actually have a life outside my computer like school and such (shocker right?). Anyway the first chapter I forgot my disclaimer because I just wanted to see if anyone viewed my stories and stuff (which thanks by the way for all the views and favorites). This chapter is kinda short and all the following chapters really... So here's another chapter for you lovelies...

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or Men in Black or anything else...

All cudos to James Patterson!

CHAPTER 2: Mission Wha?

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" My annoying phone went off. My phoneopens up to reveal lasers, knives, mini guns, and other stuff. I communicate with my spy agency through my phone. I also have a purse with a lot of spy stuff. There's a lipstick that opens up to become a knife, some rings that squirt out pepper spray, other perfumes that spray toxic gasses. I keep probably at least twelve different ID's.

I groan, yawning as I arise from bed. Navy blue paint on the walls borders the entire room. A pale white couch and bed with matching blue cushions and pillows lounge in two different corners of the room. Dark brown furniture lay around in various spots in the room with a matching, antique bookcase installed on the wall. Sunlight seeps through the sheer light blue curtains lighting the whole room up. My unorganized desk near my closet has piles and stacks of papers waiting to be sorted.

With all the money I have (which isn't much actually), I could have my house pretty luxurious but I don't want to stand out.

"Report to Station. Report to Station. Maximum Ride, Report to Station. Repeating, Report to-" the irritating voice blares out from my phone. "Ugh...I get it...I'm getting up." I mumbled back, sluggishly tumbling down the stairs in the meantime.

I pop in a chocolate chip waffle into the toaster, pour myself a cup of coffee, and set it down on my table.

After finishing my breakfast, I hop into my car. It's an average black Honda 2009 Accord. Not really average. In the inside it looks average until you click one of those secret buttons that change the car into one of those fancy high-tech cars like the ones from Men in Black with the turbo boost, flying in the air, going underwater and that kind of stuff.

Being an ultimate secret agency, it literally has to be in the middle of nowhere. So I stop at the dead end where for miles and miles and miles ahead of me is just desert and prairies. I click the underground button and simultaneously land down underground. I parked up to the silver huge building known as work for me. The entire building is underground. And if you're wondering, what about earthquakes? Well, if we can make a flying car in the 20th century, we can most definitely construct a building underground immune to earthquakes.

"Ah Miss Ride, good to have you here finally. See you're seven minutes lat-" my boss, Mark welcomes me as I enter the meeting room. The walls surrounding the room is light cream and the air around is tense and serious. A dark brown couch remains in the corner of the room with matching furniture around including an antique bookcase installed against the wall like the one in my bedroom. A wooden, brown desk is the only thing standing between my boss and I.

"Yah, yah, I'm late, so what do I have to do before I leave?" I ask impatiently crossing my arms, and tapping my foot on the ground. I know, I have a huge attitude in front of my boss. But they can't fire me, I'm literally in one of the highest ranks you can be in the spy agency.

"I'm sorry to bring up a rough topic, but earlier when you were younger, you had a friend named Dylan Gunther-Hagen, am I correct?" asks Mark questioned.

"He was never a friend, friend's don't betray!" I suddenly shout out. A silence fills the room between the two of us. Fingers fly up to cover my mouth realizing I yelled at my boss. "Continue."

"Anyway, it's been seven years ago?" He continued without letting me answer knowing I'd blurt out something rude, "Well yes. It's been seven years that Dylan's father has had hold of the emerald. We had tried to track it as soon as you've started business and reported that incident to us. We couldn't find it, and our assumptions led us to think that he was in hiding, probably with his people and son too. Until very recently, we had figured out we were wrong all these four years." I added in a gasp for dramatic effect, while he just glared at me.

"Apparently, your step father, John Martinez founded Itex after getting out prison. His real name was Jeb Batchelder, playing as Beldon Javier all these years. But he wasn't alone. His partner, Damien Gunther-Hagen, a scientist was Dylan's father.

"Once we found out the truth recently, we wondered what has he done with the emerald. The both of them have many projects. One that they're trying out; to inject animal DNA such as birds or wolves into humans. Another project we stumbled upon, was he can power up a machine that destroys all humans, and replace us with humanoid robots that are new 's not much we, ourselves can do, but you can," he informs me, and finishes it off by pointing to me with his pointer finger.

"What do you want me to do? This happened seven years ago! Now this is your job to finish," I pout. Immature, I know, but I just got into the mess when I was ten years old! Now they want me to fix it? It's not my fault my family and I got stuck with a powerful emerald that might be the clue to ending the human race. Oh...

"You didn't let me finish. See when Dylan stole the necklace, part of the emerald was chipped. When you moved out for you and your mother's safety, other people moved in. They saw the shard of emerald and immediately sold it for big cash. Luckily, we were able to track where it went, and apparently it is here in California," Mark finally finished.

"So what is my mission?" I ask.

Suddenly the big projector screen turns on, and a loud, annoying monotone voice announces loudly. "Your mission is to adapt to the life of a normal teenage high school girl. You will be attending North East High School in your own community. You will have to befriend Samuel Davis who has the emerald, and somehow take it away before Itex can track it."

"How come Itex didn't track it all these years?"

"The owners of your old house hasn't found the emerald and sold it until recently." The same monotone voice answered back to me.

"So basically, because an ancient emerald of mine that can destroy the entire human race got stolen, I have to pretend to like a guy I don't even know, steal the emerald back, and walk away like nothing even happened?"

"Exactly." My boss said.

"Wow, so much for my life. So where do I even find this Samuel guy?"

"Here," he said, handing me a whole pile of papers. I looked at my boss with a You-Expect-Me-To-Read-All-Of-This? look. Apparently, he interpreted it and replied back, "I thought you got home schooled?"

"Okay fine..." I open up to a random page in the wad of papers and ask, "This guy is allergic to talcum powder? How am I supposed be friends with him?"

"Just do it. It'll only take a few months." Before I can retort something back, he signals me out. I leave with the pile of papers thinking how am I supposed to live this "other life."