1- The Mission

"Now take out your C.C book," Ms. Kayiya announced and the whole class groaned with dissapproval. Every time our Accounts teacher mentioned that book the class knew it was time for an exercise that was sure to dissolve your brain.

"Blayze, would you please wake her up?" Ms. Kayiya asked me referring to my classmate Stephanie.

I nudged her and she groaned as though in pain. She ruffled in her desk for the book with her eyes still closed. When she finally found it she opened a random page then knocked out again, in fact most of the class had dozed off as soon as Ms. Kayiya walked in.

"Ugh, we still have fifteen minutes to go!" cried Taruh. She hadn't bothered bringing her text book at all and instead had her fashion project before her. "This woman should just retire instead of making our lives miserable all the time," she said as she continued to sew the sequins onto her zebra printed skirt.

"Turn to page eight two," Ms. Kayiya ordered. "I want you to do the balance sheet, the journals and the ledger, don't forget the depreciation."

'Why not make us dig our own graves while you're at it?' I almost asked but bit back my comment.

Everyone mumbled vigorously but stopped as soon as the door opened. In came Mr. Walker, the schools most feared deputy head master. If I were a normal student I'd have been just as stunned as the rest, filled with curiosity as to what his business was or who was in trouble, but as an agent I knew he was here to get me for my next mission.

"Blayze, Mr. Walker requests to see you." A few whispers erupted from the class as I stood up. "The rest of you seperate your furniture!" Ms. Kayiya announced referring of course to the desks. Unlike the students, teachers didn't question my ritual visits to the office, it wasn't their business.

"Mh, where are you off to?" asked Stephanie as she rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"Walker." Taruh replied for me as she threaded her needle.

"Again? That's the third time this week." she noted with a frown. I simply shrugged and walked out.

**********

"B92," he greeted.

"Walker," I replied as we made our way downstairs. "You should try and be subtle with your call ups, people are starting to get suspicious."

"Just doing my job,"

"You won't have a job if you keep acting like a dumb prick," I told him as I opened the headmistress's door.

In case it was not obvious, I was your typical teenage spy that kept her place at one of the best schools worldwide by completing missions. If I did a good job, I got to stay, but if for some lucid reason I failed I got sent to work at the most horrific place. Spy School. The smell itself was enough to give you teeth chattering nightmares, and if you stood a few miles from it's large grey walls, you could hear the crushing of children's dreams and their brains churning from indoctrination.

The headmistress was a nun who went by the name 'Sister Valak'. What many did not know was that she was in actual fact one of the mentors in the Agency. Valak was also my boss and remotely the closest thing I had ever had to family. As for Walker? He was just an insignificant piece of shit that didn't know the difference between a pistol and a revolver.

"Agent B92, come in, take a seat." Valak requested as I closed the door behind me.

"Is this about my grades?" I asked sarcastically and she laughed.

Valak stood up. "This crap is really starting to piss me off," she muttered, pulling off her long sheet of a skirt and her black veil. Instantly she transformed into a lady with blazing red hair, a tight fit dress that hugged her curves and bright red shoes to match her mane.

She clicked a button on the wall and immediately the curtains closed and the desk flipped into a screen that stood vertically facing me.

"We have a very big problem." She told me.

"You don't say! I thought you'd invited me over for a cup of tea," was my reply.

Choosing to ignore my blunt sarcastic remarks she went on. "Two weeks ago our sources located Hydrogen radiation from a small town in Russia. We sent our best guys on the job to see to it, but they were too late and instead fell into a trap."

"The bomb?" I asked. The agents were dead, no doubt about that.

"Apparently it was shipped on the S.S Landon to our city. Before it could be delivered yet another band decided to jeopardize the concert and loot it, it's completely disappeared from the raidar since then,"

"So you want me to find the bomb and disarm it."

"Well firstly, it's not a bomb, as far as we know it's an object emitting radiation similar to a bomb. Secondly, we want you to find the person responsible for the radiation and bring them in for questioning, any connections to this weapon need to be reported back to me." She ordered pouring herself a glass of whiskey. Some nun she was.

"We need to find both groups responsible for the entity before things go South."

"Any suspects?" I asked as I crossed one leg over the other.

"None so far but we've got a location." She said dunking the glass down. "Christian Brothers Academy."

I snorted with laughter. "My Target is a school boy?"

"You'll be surprised at what those boys are capable of, Agent," she said pouring herself another glass of whiskey before gulping it down and taking a seat on the leather chair.

"How would an eighteen year old hormone infested retard have gotten his hands on the worlds most destructive weapon?"

"That's for you to find out."

I frowned slightly, realizing her strange implication. "You can't possibly be asking me to... You want me to go to... No." I replied at once.

"Unfortunately that's not for you to decide," she informed.

"Code eight states that as a major member of this agency I am free to do whatever the hell I want as long as I'm comfortable with it."

"Yes, but declining a mission is not your call to make, it is mine as your mentor and senior mother." Came a cold reply. My jaw clenched and a punched the arm chair out of frustration.

"Even if I do, don't you think this so called pirate will know something's up when a girl suddenly shows up at an all boys school?" I asked leaning forward.

"That's why you, Blayze Jones, are going undercover as a student trying to finish off their behavioural project on their study of boys and men. The principle there is part of the Agency so we'll have eyes on you."

"Why not send one of the guy agents?" I asked, still against the idea of me being around the annoying devils at that school. "They'll blend in more,"

"Simply because you are the best," she stated revealing a clear set of whites between her rouge lips.

I scoffed as I slouched against the chair. Valak's office was huge, she was a lady that loved both elegance and style and it was vividly portrayed in her office. Every glass surface was thoroughly polished, all the wooden ornaments freshly waxed and every cloth clean and in place.

Even from a young age, I remember her constant bickering about hygiene and it only got worse when I reached puberty. Imagine having to train insane the entire day, then have your worn out body wash and iron clothes, shave and do all that insignificant rubbish. It was complete and utter madness! And from her recent proposition, it was clear she'd just beat the Mad Hatter at his own game.

"How long?" I asked after a while, seeing as I generally had no choice. It was like in an exam, when they offered you four questions and told you to pick two, but they'd intentionally put two other questions that you had no knowledge on. That's what Valak did, and the best way to retaliate, was to go with the flow of things.

"Anytime before the entire country blows up is totally fine." She replied.

With no suspects or physical features I could use to trace the Target, it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

"Use a magnet," Valak replied with a simple shrug.

"Personally, I think this is a stupid idea." I decided as I sat up. "And I hate it,"

"I'm not asking you to like it, Agent. I am simply asking you to do your job."

I rolled my eyes at her use of the word 'simply' as if it were as easy as picking a penny.

"Fine." I bit out, dreading my next decision. "Mission accepted," I groaned applying my wrist to the laser on the desk. It beeped and signed me in as active.

"Great, it's settled then." She said leaning forward.

"Agent B92 you're going to Christian Brothers Academy."