My Life As A Teenage Spy

(3) Whatcha Say?

When the roof came in

And the truth came out

I just didn’t know what to do

**Watcha Say, Jason Derulo**

CHAPTER 3

I sunk into the comfy leather chair in an office at the Head Quarters of The

Service. Standing behind the desk in front of me was a woman. She had long,

glossy black hair and a model like figure. She was dressed in all black and looked

to be in her thirties. She held a sense of authority about her and I felt a bit

intimidated under her steely gaze.

“Good Afternoon Hannah, my name is Mrs. Angelina Pauls and I am the Head

Agent here at The Service.”

She held her hand out towards me and looked at me expectantly. I slowly lent

forward and shook it, still in a complete daze – It hadn’t really sunk in, what was

happening to me, and I felt completely lost.

“Hi,” I said hesitantly, “Nice to meet you.”

“So, Hannah” She said, sitting down on a chair opposite mine, “I am assuming

that you are quite confused and overwhelmed with this whole situation, Heck,

I remember sitting right where you are only 12 years ago. I am going to do my

best to explain everything to you as clearly as possible.” I nodded my head, ready

to finally hear some kind of rational explanation.

“As Dr Griffis has already told you, we are a secret agency containing around

140 agents from all over the world. The president of America – Barrack Obama

funds us and over the last 20 years we have been very successful in our business.

Every year we recruit 12 people (aged 14 – 21) from over the world – 6 girls and

6 boys. We then take them through a 5-week intensive training course before

they go on their first mission, and then finally become an agent. All of our agents

here are orphans, as that way it is easier to cut each agent off from the outside

world. You can’t tell anyone that you are an agent – if you become one you will

sign a contract of secrecy. You will be an agent for as long as it suits you, but

the average time served with us is 6 years.” She looked at me and raised her

eyebrow, “Any questions?’

Well DUH! I thought to myself, she just dropped a massive bomb on me and asks

if I have any questions?

“Yes, actually, I was wondering why you picked me?”

She smiled at me, “Good Question. You and eleven other teenagers were picked

from all over the world because of your academic abilities, and all of your other

overall achievements. We have, of course been monitoring you all for the last

six months, just to verify our decisions, but you are all perfect for the job!” She

finished brightly.