Chapter Two: The Meet - Agent 465

Chapter 2: The Meet

Agent 465 - 
It had been a bad enough day with out the strange encounter with the crazed Irish women, but for the rest of the week I was miserable.
It started when the bank declined our grocery money. I was in a state of shock, not quiet sure if this was real or not, but when our landlord came and gave us a notice on our apartment I knew what the woman said was true.
Which just made me more angry that she had the nerve to blackmail me, but I had this gut feeling that even if I did go to the meeting, it wouldn’t be the end of it.

“Aunt B!” I hollered as I pulled on my favorite tank top after just getting out of the shower. “I’m going to go out for a couple hours.”
“What are you going to do?” She asked from down the hall as I wriggled into a pair of shorts and shoved my feet into a pair of converse.
“I’m going to meet a friend down in the park.”
“Alright, keep your cell phone on you girl! I’m not kidding I want to be able to check up on you!”
“Yes ma’am!”
I slipped my phone in my back pocket, pulled my favorite baseball cap on and ran out the door.

I took the trolley down to Golden Gate Park and then walked the rest of the way.
Walking through the gardens, I could almost completely forget the reason as to why I was there in the first place. But once I caught sight of the baseball field, my la la land vanished in an instant.
I glanced around but I couldn’t see the redhead woman anywhere. I sighed and walked down to the edge of the diamond and found that I wasn’t alone.
In fact, I just had to be in the one place where the only other person around was an extremely hot guy. Just my luck.
“Hi.”
I would have been completely content to just ignore him and keep on walking, but then he said ‘hi‘. And when a hot guy says ‘hi’ you don’t just keep walking.
“Hey.” I said as calm and collected as I could.
“Come to play a little catch?” He gestured to the bats, gloves and balls in the corner of the dug-out.
I thought that was as good as a reason as any.
“Yup.”
The boy looked at me, and then glanced around, shoving his hands into his cargo shorts.
“With only yourself?”
Ah-huh…there was the fault.
“Well players are welcome.”
Man I felt like such an idiot at the moment.
The boy glanced from me to the gloves in the corner, then back again.
“Then grab a glove.” He stated, as he snatched two up, and tossed one my way.
“Oh seriously?” I asked in shock. “I didn’t think that would actually work.”
He laughed as he smacked the baseball several times in his glove.
“I’m Scout, by the way.” He introduced as he tossed the ball. I reached up and easily caught it.
“Jewel.”
He nodded several times and just as easily caught my throw.
Scout had strait blond hair that hung in his face, his bright brown eyes sparkled as they captured the sunlight. And his cargo shorts and couple day’s old football jersey gave him the look of a beach boy. (Not that there was anything wrong with that.)
“So what’s the real reason you’re here?” He asked.
“How about I ask you?”
He grinned and chucked the ball at me.
“You’ve got some whit, I’ll give you that.”
“Oh yay! I always wanted a stranger to say I had whit. Thank you so much for making my day.” I stated sarcastically.
Scout made a mocking bow and I playfully threw the ball at him while he wasn’t prepared. However, to my surprise he actually caught it.
I mean what kind of guy can catch a baseball flying at his head while he’s bowed and can’t even see the thing!
Apparently this guy.
My eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Wow! Okay now you’re showing off.”
“I see you two are already bonding.”
I jumped, Scout froze and we both turned our gaze from the ball flying toward me, to the red head Irish women standing a few feet away.
The woman was walking towards us, once again dressed in leather despite the fact that it was above eighty degrees.
We both looked at each other as we walked closer. Were we both here because of her?
I could see the same question swimming in his eyes, and at the same time it was answered when the woman stood in front of us.
“Well good, I’m glad I don’t have to make the introductions. You’re both here because we need your help.”
We glanced at each other, eyebrows raised.
“Did they blackmail you too?” I asked the boy. He nodded, and I tried my best not to be too angry at the women. Or at least to let it show.
“So can I ask just how many kids you’ve blackmailed?” I asked the women. She ignored me completely, though Scout seemed to hide a smile.
“You two are here to learn about my agency -”
“You make it sound like we came willingly.” Scout grumbled, causing me to grin.
“The agency is global. The Board of Directors come from more than twelve different countries that will, for the time being, remain nameless.”
I let out a low whistle. Okay so despite the blackmailing, that was impressive seeing as some countries now-a-days would rather blow each other up than be in the same room with each other.
“We have agents in over twenty countries that are there permanitally and we are constantly training more.”
Well that would explain her accent.
The woman paused a moment and bent her head away from us.
Scout glanced at me again, and I just shrugged.
She turned back to us and smiled.
“The Board wishes to speak with you, follow me.”
We were both dazed, but when Scout nudged my arm, we dashed after her.

The lady walked down into the dug-out, and for a second I wanted to ask if the Board were all here to play a friendly game of baseball. But somehow I couldn’t see Russia in a uniform.
The red head walked to the end of the dug-out and stopped in the back corner. I noticed a bat leaning against the back wall, but it was dusty, so it mustn’t have been used in a while, though I have no idea way. It looked like a perfectly fine bat to me.
The women walked up to it and placed her thumb on the top of it. Scout asked what she was doing, but I was one step ahead of him.
“You keep the door to a global top secret agency in a dug-out in San Francisco?” I asked, thinking it was probably one of the most stupidest places to have it.
Though a little more original than a phone box.
The woman just smiled at me as a green light shone from under her thumb.
“Is that a finger print scanner? In a baseball bat?” Scout asked.
“Very good Turner.” She remarked, though I figured he took it as sarcasm.
There was a beep, and she pulled the bat towards herself.
I noticed the bottom of the bat was welded onto a plate that slid back, which was the door handle to the door-sized slab of concrete in front of us.
“No. Freakin’. Way.” I grapped in shock.
“Welcome to the Global Secret Service.” The woman said with pride.

Chapter 1 - Agent 690

Agent 690 -
There’s something nice about San Francisco in middle of the morning when everyone else is stuck behind a desk in school or an office.
For one, there’s less people on the streets, and no lines when I have a sudden urge for Chinese for the breakfast I skipped earlier.
And for another, you actually can enjoy the world around you, which never happens when the streets are overflowing with loud people.

I glanced across the street before jaywalking it. I scooped up some noodles with my chopsticks and turned the corner. The wind that rolled across the bay and hit me like a wave, but I had leaned into it so I didn’t loose my balance.
Music washed through my headphones as I starred out across the Golden Gate Bridge and the bay. I never got why the called it that, the bridge was red, not gold.
I moved on and glanced around to see that I was close to the Turner Military School. My school.
I hate my school.
I rolled my eyes as I saw the platoons of boys marching across the grounds, their clothes perfectly clean, their backs strait, all walking in unison, all blank expressions. I hate it, I hate the uniform, I hate the way they take away everything that made you, you. I hate how they make you like a clone, each one just the same as the other.
So this might explain why I decided to play hooky today, and just about everyday that I can get away with it. And I can get away with it a lot since I’ve got this uncanny ability to sneak out when the teacher’s aren’t looking, or when the guards are switching out. Or I hack into the control system and have everyone evacuate for a day or two. I’m pretty good at finding an exit.

As the day went on, I spent it walking around town listening to music and picking up a few new records from my all time favorite music store, along with a comic book.
I was enjoying Skillrex and my book on a park bench when some random woman sat down next to me.
Now this was a public bench, in a public place, so it wasn’t illegal to sit with someone. But usually, the unsaid rule is that you actually have to know the person, or you find another empty one.
But apparently this woman didn’t know that.
I turned my music up louder and flipped the page. Content to ignore her.
Until she tried talking to me. What is with people and trying to talk to you when you have headphones in? Don’t they know you can’t hear them? Apparently not.
“Scout Turner.”
My insides jumped as she said my name. I pulled my headphones out and studied her. She had red, short hair, green eyes, and looked like a biker chick.
“Do I know you?” I asked, making sure my tone stated that I was annoyed.
“No,” She stated calmly, looking out at the people filing past on their way home. “But you will…Eventually.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes really. And you’re going to want to listen to what I have to say and not tune me out got it?”
This time she actually looked at me.
“And why is that?”
“Because if you don’t, a record of every hack, every code red you’ve blown, every day you’ve skipped will land on the desk of the principle of Turner Military School, and you and I both know your father would not be happy to see that file now would he?”
I tried to hide my clenched fists, but she saw my clenched jaw.
“So are you going to listen now?”
“Like I have much of a choice.” I retorted. The women went on as if I hadn’t spoken.
“I work for an agency that needs your help -”
“I’m sixteen, what the heck could it want from me?”
“You’d be surprised what we could do with someone with your skill sets.”
“What skill sets are you talking about?” I asked, but she avoided the question.
“If you want to know more then meet me at Golden Gate Park on the baseball fields tomorrow at three o’clock.”
“And if I don’t come?”
“Then that file will end up on your father’s desk. Be careful kid.”
She then rose and left me in the park. And as my mind realized I had just been blackmailed, the world went on just as it always has, and always will.

Chapter 1: Backgrounds - Agent 465

Chapter 1: Backgrounds

Agent 465 and Agent 690’s report on Mission Blackjack.
Instructions: To explain the events leading up to taking mission, and the events leading to it’s outcome.

Agent 465 -
It’s different when you see a car crash, and when your in it. It’s different when you hear about people dying, and then you’re on deaths door. It’s different when you make it out, and your parents don’t.
Life’s just different. Life’s just unfair and unjust but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let it rule my life. No. Way.

It was just another normal day when my aunt Beatrice dragged me out of bed because I hadn’t listened to my alarm clock.
“Jewels you need to get up! Come on, you’re going to be late.”
I groaned and slapped at her as I tried to roll over and burrow my head under my comforter.
“I don’t care! I don’t want to hand in my project, it sucks!” I called out from under the blanket.
Aunt B sighed and suddenly, my blankets were gone, making me shiver in my camisole and shorts.
“Now get up.” She ordered.
I groaned as she left the room, shutting the door behind her. Dragging myself out of my bed, I stumbled to the dresser and grabbed some clothes to change into.

Once I looked presentable, I threw my dark brown hair into a pony tail and threw on my runners. Grabbing my backpack, I dashed down the stairs and joined my aunt in the kitchen.
“Well don’t you just look like a ray of sunshine.” Aunt B sarcastically remarked.
I smiled at her and rolled my eyes as I grabbed a pop tart fresh out of the toaster and ran out the door.
“Bye!” I yelled after her.

Middle school.
I’ve heard it’s not as bad as high school. Yeah, tell that to all us kids.
I kept my head down, pulled my hood up and did my best to ignore everyone around me. It worked pretty well until I bumped into Alec Boyer.
This could mean trouble.
“Hey Jewel.” He said in that seductive, sickening voice that he always hits me with.
I just rolled my eyes and kept walking, shoving past him and to my locker.
“Aw come one Jewels don’t be like that.” He whined, following me.
Alec was the star quarterback, and that status makes him think he has some automatic claim on any girl he wants. He’s built like any other jock, broad shoulders, tall, big feet and hands, and muscles covering every inch of his body. Hard stuff right?
Well he also hates it when he cant get his way. Like, throwing tantrums, kind of hate.
So to wrap it up, Alec is a two year old in a teenager’s body.

I did my best to ignore him as I grabbed my books for the first class of the day. But that’s when I felt his meaty hands on my hips.
“Alec,” My tone was the dangerous kind, that told any other sane human being I was about to blow. “Get. Your hands. Off me.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
I jammed my elbow back into his stomach, he groaned, not expecting the hit, then I turned around and slammed the palm of my hand into his nose. There was the sickening, yet gratifying, crack of bones breaking.
“Told you to get your hands off me.” I stated coolly, stepping around him and walking to class like nothing happened.

By now, I’m sure you’re thinking I’m so kind of girl who absolutely hates guys. This is not true, in all honesty, I like guys, but not if they try touching me. Which in that case, excludes Alec Boyer.
Usually, I like to keep to myself, blend in where I can, and not get noticed, but sometimes there’s that one person who doesn’t want to let you go.

I blended into the back of the class as they waited for the teacher to start. Alec didn’t show up, which meant he was in the nurse’s office. Good, maybe he’ll get sent home early.
Mrs. Matthews came in, calling everyone to their seats and giving instructions on how the math class was to go.
We only just got into quadratic equations when one of the staff came in, whispering something to Mrs. Matthews before walking out.
I watched closely as Mrs. Matthews sighed, placing her hands behind her back and looked around the room.
“Jewel Adkins, you are to go strait to the principles office.”
I wanted to protest, but knew it wouldn’t do any good with just the messenger. So I packed up, and walked down the whitewashed hall to the big brown door that said ’Principle’s Office’ in ugly black letters.
I shook my head, I should have guessed Boyer would rat me out. I opened the door and walked in.

“Ah, Miss Adkin.” Mr. Hoffman was a tall, thin, and dull looking man. He had a thing for grey slacks and a tweed jacket, his grey hair was slicked back, and he had bug eyes with his thick glasses.
“Please take a seat.” He gestured to what must have been the most uncomfortable chair he could find at Target.
I dropped my backpack on the floor next to the chair, and sat down.
“So I hear you hit Alec Boyer.” Mr. Hoffman started.
“He started it, by touching me sir.” I replied formerly. The principle’s eyebrows rose slowly.
“Was it inappropriate?”
I gave a head nod.
“Hmm…Well then I can see why you gave him the broken nose.” He said with a smile that looked slightly odd and out of place. But I took it as a good sign.
“I will let you off with a warning, and a day’s suspension. I expect to see you tomorrow with a better restrain on your anger issues Miss Adkins.”
I nodded a second time and threw my bag on my back and walked out of the office.

The upside to being suspended in the morning, you don’t have to do school for the rest of the day. Downside to being suspended in the morning, you come home to an angry aunt who’s already had a bad day.

I walked into the two bedroom apartment my aunt had, tossed my bag to the side of the entry way and moved into the kitchen. Hungry and in search for an add on to my pathetic excuse of breakfast.
I froze in the doorway in shock, not sure what to do with the sight before me.
“Aunt B?”
My aunt looked up at me in shock.
“Jewels? What are you doing here?” She asked, wiping her eyes. But I saw the running mascara under her eyes.
“Got suspended for a day, what’s going on?”
“Wait, why did you get suspended?”
I sighed, and explained to her the events of the morning. Once I did, she gave me a grin and nodded.
“That’s my girl!”
“You’re…happy that I got suspended?” What can I say? Sometimes my aunt confuses me.
“No, I’m glad you broke the guy’s nose! Talk about a creep.”
I nodded in agreement, wanting to get past this.
“Okay, so now my question. What’s wrong?”
Aunt B sighed and I knew it would be bad.
“I got fired.”
I wanted to scream.
“Again?”
Aunt B’s face dropped, as she fell against the counter in a heap.
“I know, I know. I feel awful, I don’t know what to do Jewel.”
I scrambled for a way out of this, I needed to figure it out.
“I - I’m underage, I can’t get a job, I can’t help -”
“No, I know. I’ll handle this, but I just need -”
“A break. Yeah I know. I’ve got this thing down the street. I’ll catch you later okay?”
I knew when we both needed breaks from each other, and now was one of those times.
“Have your phone on you!” B called out to me as I ran out the door.

.:+++:.

 Riding a bike on a hot day can really clear someone’s head. It’s amazing what a view of the Golden Gate Bridge can do.
I was singing to my favorite song when I first had that gut feeling that something was off.
I glanced over my shoulder at the sidewalk, before taking a left down a small alley that I knew would head to my favorite café.
I tied my bike up to a pole next to the front door, and then went inside, thankful for the cool air conditioner and ordered a lemonade with a chocolate donut. My comfort food.
And right now I was in major need of comfort.
My aunt B’s a free spirit. She hates taking orders from stupid people, and though she tries, she usually can’t keep a job for more than a month. This was the third job she had lost in three months.
And not only that, we were behind payments on our apartment.
So all in all, our financial situation a deep bottomless pit.
I sipped my lemonade as I starred unseeingly out the window. Watching people pass by that didn’t realize just how lucky they were. Thinking up stories for each person, what they’re past was, who they’re families were. It had been a favorite pass time of mine when I was younger, and now it was something I did when I had a particularly bad day just to get out of my own head, and into someone else’s.
“Jewel Adkins.”
I looked up and found a women standing above me. She had short red hair clipped in a slightly boyish style, she had bright green eyes that seemed wise beyond how old she must have been which could have been no older than thirty-four. Her clothes branded her as a biker with the leather boots, pants, and jacket that covered a white tank-top.
“Who are you?” I asked, slightly confused as to why she was talking to me, of all people. I glanced around the café and saw that there were plenty of other people around.
“And are you talking to me?” I know it was a dumb question, but seriously, for a girl who’s been invisible for most of her life, this was beyond weird.
The woman gave me a look that said ‘I don’t have time to play this’.
“No, I’m talking to that lemonade and the donut. And as to who I am, you’ll figure that out later.” She stated, sliding into the booth opposite of me. Her accent sounded slightly foreign. Irish, maybe? Or Wales. I couldn’t decide.
“Later?” I questioned.
“Yes, later. Now let’s move on to business -”
“Business?! Whoa, hang on a sec lady, I don’t know you, never seen you before in my life, and I certainly don’t have any business to do with you.” My voice had risen with out my knowing it, and people were looking over at the strange women, and I.
“Keep your voice down Jewel.” She said calmly.
“Okay, we’re on a first name basis now? I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name.”
“That’s because I didn’t give it. Now would you shut up before someone calls the cops?” Even though the possible threat was probable, she didn’t look threatened or worried.
“Jewel, we know everything about you -”
“We?! Who the heck is ‘we’?!”
“Jewel, you need to calm down, take deep breaths and focus! The agency has a file on you, we know everything from your ballet classes that started when you were four, to how you just got suspended from school today.”
My mind was reeling at this point. What on earth was she talking about? What agency? What file? And how the heck could her info be so good that she knew about her suspension?
All these questions filed past each other at high speed as I tried to comprehend what she was saying.
But then an even figure question came to me.
“What do you want from me?”
“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. We need your help.”
“Again, with the ‘we’. If you want my help you’re delusional. I don’t even know your name, so there’s no way I would ever willingly help you, so go away.”
I picked up my unfinished lemonade and untouched donut and walked out the door, expecting that to be the end of that.
It wasn’t.

Outside, I intended to be left alone, have my peace and quiet, and eat my donut and drink my lemonade.
I didn’t get any of that.
“Jewel Adkins, you need to listen to me.”
I groaned and turned to see the crazy Irish woman had followed me.
“Stalking me now are you? Oh this’ll look great in a police report.” I threatened.
“I know this is all a shock to you, and I understand that you don’t believe me, but you need to know that my agency is in desperate need of your help.”
“Why me? What on earth could an agency want with a fifteen year old girl? And what kind of freakin’ agency?”
“Meet me in Golden Gate Park, on the baseball fields. Thursday at three o’clock.”
“And if I don’t?”
The woman looked me strait in the eye with such a calm and collected face that I was scared. Honestly, and truthfully scared.
“If you don’t, you’ll find that the bank will state that you have no money in the bank, you’ll find that your mortgage is due and you will be kicked out on the street. You will find that you and your aunt, will have nothing.”
And on that lovely note, she walked away, leaving me completely stunned and wondering what on earth had just happened.

Agent 465 + Agent 690

Jewel Adkins - Agent 465
Code Name - The Invisable

Family:                                                                               Birthday:
Aunt - Beatrice Porter                                                        3/6/95

Appearances:                                                                      Blood Type:
Hair: Brown                                                                        O -
Eyes: Deep blue
Skin tone: Tan                                                                      Allergies:
Height: 5’2”                                                                         None known
Weight: 97 pounds
Others: Burn scar on upper back and shoulders                     Issues:
                                                                                            Night terrors,
Characteristics:                                                                     anger issues
Photographic memory
Ability to blend in easily
Ballet and gymnastics classes as child
Linguist - knows two fluently, working on third

Approved and ready for duty.









Scout Turner - Agent 690
Code Name - The Hacker

Family:                                                                           Birthday:
Father - John Turner                                                      4/24/95

Appearances:                                                                 Blood type:
Hair: Blond                                                                     AB+
Eyes: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale                                                               Allergies:
Height: 5’5’                                                                     None known
Weight: 125 pounds
Others: Web of scars on right arm                                    Issues:
                                                                                       Occasional depression
Characteristics:
Dyslexic and ADHD give ability to see patterns
Black belt in Karate and Tai Kwan Do
Excellent with computers
Army father, been through boot camp

Approved and ready for duty.

This is a Warning

This is a warning…
Nothing is as it seems. Things aren’t always that simple, or blissful. If you wish for it to stay that way, then I suggest you do not read this story. Because this story may ruin it for you. Yet if your one of those people who are always looking for adventure, seek to know the truth, and don’t mind getting hurt along the way, then by all means
Keep. Reading.