From The Academy, With love [Suspect and Blue Demon]
H checked her watch again. Two more minutes before the man would leave his office. H crouched in a small supply closet down the hall. She was in Smith and Law, a law firm down on East 5th. The office she was going to break into belonged to a Mr. Carter. His client was a racketeer, Carl Downs. According to her mission logs, Mr. Downs was talking to Mr. Carter about his connection to the local Mafia.
Her exact mission was to delay Mr. Carter this morning so her partner could sneak into his office, and make copies of Mr. Downs illegal activities. Which might include photocopying papers, download files, making copies of tapes or disks, whatever the job required.
Lucky for them, Mr. Carter was a particular man. Every morning he left his office at 09:25 to get himself a cup of coffee. Usually he'd spend only a few moments at the coffee machine, then return to his office. This was the only gap they could find. Any other time his office was locked up tight. Sure they could break in but his computer had state of the art encryption on it, and H was a blight upon all technology. Her skills lay elsewhere.
H opened the closet door once the sound of footsteps had diminished. She watched a woman in a dress suit walk down the hallway and disappear around the corner. Cameras had been disabled in this hallway. There was only going to be one witness she was ever here and that would be Mr. Carter.
A door swung open. H closed the closet door and smoothed her own dress suit. The undershirt was white and frilly with a black vest that accented her small breasts. She needed all the help she could get in that department. Her black shirt was a pencil that barely covered her bottom. She checked her makeup quickly in her small pocket mirror. Red Lipstick, Check. Blush, Check. Eyeliner, Check. She shoved the mirror down the front of her shirt and into her bra. When she pulled her hand back out she brushed by the small knife she kept there and smiled. It was for emergencies only. A girl has to be prepared.
H followed him until he was far enough from his office. "Mr. Carter?" H said as Mr. Carter rounded the corner. H clutched a bundle of papers close to her chest and plastered on a large smile. "Oh, I'm glad I caught you." She stalked towards him, high heels soundless on the carpet, her hips swaying.
"Ms.?" Mr. Carter hesitated. "Do you work here?"
H paused then blushed as if embarrassed. "Oh. I'm new here. Started last week." She was next to him now and she reached out her hand. A sliver bracelet tinkled as they shook hands. "My name is Julia. You've probably seen me around. Accounting has been using me as an errand girl."
H flashed another smile, this time it was more apologetic. Mr. Carter looked from her face to the paper she clutched and realization dawned. "What's the problem?"
H looked around at the people in the office. She leaned closer to Mr. Carter. She watched his eyes drift downwards and she smiled inwardly. "Well, I shouldn’t say out in the open. Perhaps there's somewhere more private?"
Mr. Carter looked back up to H's face. "My office." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
H frowned. "Not really that private. Glass walls and all." She made a face. Mr. Carter smiled, eyes moving back down. "There's an empty conference room over there." H followed his gesture and smiled. "That would be perfect. Lead on Mr. Carter."
Agent S was posted up in a tree, far away from sight as he checked his watched then let out a slight huff while speaking. He knew his mission and what he needed to do, his partner was H and she had the easy part, while he had the most difficult part. To him it seemed like time was going by so slow. His eyes scanned the scenery as it was a lovely day outside. Not a cloud visible, no chance of rain, just sunshine.
H was already in the building, which was Smith and Law, a law firm that was on the street of East 5th.
Agent S saw movement and knew that it was time. ‘9:25.’ He thought while checking his watch out. He didn’t want to blow his cover, so he wore a suit, which made him fit into the whole law firm setting. When H had taken Mr. Carter from his office, he snuck around the back way and entered the building, carrying a briefcase and some car keys. He turned heel and walked towards Mr. Carter’s office, looking around before entering. He closed the door and locked it a little bit as he sighed then went over towards his desk, seeing all the documents laid out before him. ‘This is so easy.’ He thought while removing his camera from his pocket, taking pictures of the documents.
Agent S opened up his briefcase and pulled out two black gloves then installed a microchip to the computer, sitting down and typing in all the codes and whatnot, all the information scanning onto the microchip. His eyes went to the door as he took his microchip out of the computer then grabbed his camera, making sure everything was still in place as they were before he arrived. It saw that all the walls were made of glass but lucky for him, everyone was with a client and paid him no attention. Agent S got up from the seat and went over towards the door, leaving the office then turning around and made sure the coast was clear. No one knew that on his gloves was powder, so that his fingerprints couldn’t be retraced. Before walking out of the building, he walked by the conference room, knocking on the door as Mr. Carter opened up the door. “Oh, I’m sorry; I can see you two are busy. I’ll come back.” Mr. Carter raised a brow then nodded while closing the door. He gave H the thumbs up then continued one walking until he was out of the building and across the street, where he went into the park, far away from the law firm.
There, he waited for H to come and make her appearance.
H closed the door to the conference room behind her. Mr. Carter was looking at her expectantly. She smiled back, still leading him on. He took off his suit jacket when she smiled. Then she dropped the papers onto the table.
"Lets get started shall we?" H said enjoying herself.
She then ignored Mr. Carter as she flipped through the papers until she found the one she wanted. "Oh yes. August. A terrible month. There were so many errors. I'm afraid there's a discrepancy in your pay." H took a seat and turned to a stunned Mr. Carter. His tie was slightly loosened.
"Take a seat, we might be a while." H smiled at his expression. Inwardly she was laughing her head off. Men. They were so gullible. What did he think was going to happen? The fool. For the next while she ran him over fake accounting errors, making him recall his pay checks and anything else she wanted. People like Mr. Carter were scum. They kept the criminals on the street and made the world a worse place to live. What she was doing might have been considered petty, but she enjoyed it.
Soon enough the door opened. Both H and Mr. Carter turned their heads to see who it was. All Mr. Carter saw was a man in a suit flustered at seeing someone else in the conference room. H saw S and knew the mission was over. "It's alright. We're almost done here. Arn't we Mr. Carter?"
H said turning her attention to the older man. "Ah, yes." He said surprised. H ran his through some more paper work until she was sure he forgot all about S. Then she wrapped it. "Thanks for your assistance." She saw Mr. Carter out and made her own exit. When no one was watching she dumped the papers into a shredder. They were only fakes. She turned her vest inside out so that it was a pale blue. Then she quickly turned her pencil shirt into a pair of shorts. She wiped off her make up and left the building.
A few minutes later saw H hailing a cab. She had him take a circular route to the agreed upon meeting spot. Sure that she wasn't followed, she got out of the cab after paying the cabbie. "Thanks." No one remembered a polite girl who was average looking.
"Hey there." H said as she saw S. "Did you bring it?" Since they were out in public she was careful to speak as a teenager would to their friends. "The teacher's going to lecture us if you didn't." If the mission was a success they'd turn in their find and head back to the Academy.
Agent S walked behind a tree, changing out of that suit attire and into a t-shirt and some short pants, with tennis shoes to match. He also dumped the briefcase but had a binder and stuffed the papers, even the pictures in there as well. He came out from behind the tree, looking around as he pulled a string and his clothing, shoes and briefcase went up into the tree. Now, he looked like college student, even though he really wasn’t. He smiled as he walked through the park, waving and greeting everyone as a normal human being would. He walked underneath a bridge, where it was shaded and no one could see them. He propped his foot against the wall and waited for H to show up.
When she finally did arrive, he nodded as he showed her the binder and seen that she also changed her appearance. “Now…” He said while looking both ways as he then looked back at H. “What happened in the conference room?” Agent S questioned her while putting his foot down from the wall then slowly turned heel and started walking.
He was listening to every word that H spoke and nodded, waiting for her to finish so that he could show her what he found.
H laughed at S's question. "I had some fun." She smiled broadly. "Nothing wrong with fun. I made him go over numbers for the dreaded accounting department with the lure of sex." She laughed again. "Pig. He was such a sucker. I feel sorry for his wife, and his mistresses. One day he will get them killed." Mr. Carter was stupid enough. Not that H cared about him. It wasn't in her nature. She only looked out for herself, and S. But he was special to her.
H kicked at the side walk like a normal teenage girl. They were trained to be able to act normal. But she never felt normal. Not even when she was on the outside. But she was good with that. Normal was so, boring. To do the same monotonous things every day for the rest of your life until you died? That was not for her. She couldn't imagine wanting to live a normal life. No, the Academy had ruined that for her. She was a spy through and through.
What H didn't like about her life was the control. Or rather the lack thereof. She was told what to do and when. Where to go. What to wear. What to say. What to eat. What to think. Like she was nothing more than a breathing doll. One day she's be able to make her own decisions in her life. If she lived that long. The Academy wasn't for the weak. H wasn't weak. She would never be weak. She was a survivor. She wouldn't die under someone else's thumb.
"So, I take it we go it?" Of course S got it. They wouldn't have left without the assignment. The punishment would not have been pretty. The Academy didn't tolerate failure. Though failure was a better option than exposure. Kids who blew their cover never came back. No one was stupid enough to believe they lived through their mistake long.
Agent S shook his head at H's words then spoke. "Good to have a female partner." He said while smiling at her then clearing his throat while laughing mockingly at her. "Did we get it? Did we get it?! Ha!" He looked from left to right then opened up his binder, showing her the papers then pulling out his camera from his pocket and showing her the photos. "While you were in there getting your groove on, I was actually working." He winked at her while putting everything away, seeing her movements made him question somethings about her. "H, you okay?" He asked in a sincere tone while raising his hand up to rest on her shoulder. "Come on..." He then grabbed her by the hand, escorting her across the park. "We should report back." He spoke through clenched teeth because he was smiling, trying not to make things obvious.
They edged towards the end of the street as he looked at H. "You know what to do to get us back." He looked at her with a smile then let go of her hand, watching her do her handy work as he just stood back. Agent S was on the level of H but she was by far the best in the class. He was almost there, just needed some improvement on his cocky attitude and his smart mouth. When he first started in the academy, he was a tough kid to handle. He didn't follow any of the rules nor listened to what anybody said. But that was when he met H. She changed his entire perspective of the academy and they have been partners ever since.
She was special to him, and vice versa. If anything happened to her, he couldn't live with himself but he had to stay strong, just for her and more importantly, himself.
S's hand felt warm in hers. She let him drag her across the park. When he finally dropped her hand she sighed.
"Home again, home again, jigity jig." H muttered under her breath. She heard the line during one of her training days on how to be a normal child. It was from some movie, but she couldn't recall which one anymore. She looked at the road and held out her right hand parallel to the ground. Then she dropped it and bent over to fix the straps on her heals. A run down looking Ford pulled up to the curb.
J was driving. He was a year younger than H. Which put him at sixteen. He had a mop of blond hair and bright blue eyes. His face was recognizable anywhere. Which is why he tended not to go undercover all that much. He was more of a behind the scenes guy. Or a driver, like today. H stood up and hopped into the back seat, leaving the door open for S. The drive to the Academy would take about a half an hour.
"Did you get it?" J asked as H slipped into her chosen seat.
H rolled her eyes. "Of course dimwit. Focus on your job, not ours." H folded her arms across her chest and glared at him until he looked away.
"Hey S." J mumbled.
H secretly always wanted friends, but J annoyed her to no end. She couldn't stand him. Which was a shame because he was a good kid. Not like S. Who was a bad boy through and through. Then again, maybe that was why she liked S so much. Attitude and snark included. Not even the Academy could take that from him. H smiled at her partner. When he first showed up at the Academy she thought he'd be like the others. But he never let them change him. Nope, that was her job. She taught him to keep his head low while they were looking. Probably saved him from more trouble with the Academy then he realized.
The Academy looked like a normal private school. It is surrounded by an old brick wall. The main building was made back in the 1800's, and also made of brick. Willingshire's School for the Gifted. That was what the public saw. As far as anyone was concerned it was a normal school. Even the inside held the illusion of a normal school. The Academy was under Willingshire.
There was a total of five stories underground. The numbers went from five to one, descending order. The first floor were the dorms. The second and third floors were the training rooms. The fourth floor was off-limits. The fifth floor had all the instruction rooms. Occasionally, if some normal person came over, they'd use the school proper. But that didn't happen very often. H liked those days. In the Academy everything was sterile. Willingshire was old, dusty and disorganized. Everything the Academy frowned upon.
H got out of the car after it pulled into the garage and came to a stop. She stretched her arms over her head. "Where did they find that crap car?" She began going through so easy stretches. "I stiffened up in there."
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Agent S loved hearing H say that. He thought it was stupid and ridiculous to say but funny hearing it from someone else. When an old run down Ford pulled up beside the curb, S leaned in and whispered to H. "I know we're suppose to be normal but..." He waved his hand dismissively towards the Ford then continued speaking. "This is too much. We could at least get a decent vehicle." He said as H got in the car before him. J asking questions that doesn't pertain to him as S laughed at H's words.
"Hey, J." Agent S spoke with the roll of his eyes as he stared out of his window, thinking about what was in store for them when they got.
He pulled the camera out of his pocket again and started going through it. "Oh.." He said while reaching in his other pocket and pulling a small microchip. "I forgot about this bad boy." He handed it to H so that she can view it over the hand it back to him, which he would placed back in his pocket.
They arrived at the school, which was nothing but an old ran down school for gifted, or that is what people thought. He liked the smartness of the school, which is why he wanted to become a spy. He liked how the structure of the school was but good thing the dorms were on the first floor, so that he could crash whenever he got inside, which is what he planned on doing. His eyes narrowed towards H as he smiled then looked back outside his window as they drove up the driveway and into the garage and came to a complete stop. He also loved that the academy was organized and hated disorganization, even dust and dirt. Which he hated as well. It made him feel disgusting and sticky. Yuck.
Agent S got out of the car right after H. He cracked his neck, knuckles and lifted his arms over his head, hearing H's question. "Probably the car graveyard." He said with a laugh as he slowly started walking into the facility. "S. H. In here, now." A voice came from upstairs but it was no one but Agent O, their boss, the person they reported to. He let out a soft sigh while looking towards H. "He better not start with us this time." He said in a low tone as he rolled his eyes, heading towards the elevator. "Yeah, I'm lazy right now." He told H while waiting for her to get on before pushing the respective button.
H turned her head as a familiar voice caught her attention. Their teacher, or boss as S said he was, Agent O, was standing at one of the glass windows overlooking the garage. He was immaculately dressed in a suit. H always though he looked a little ridiculous. His broad shoulders were better suited to a t-shirt, not a hundred dollar Armani suit. His square face fit a pro-wrestler better than an agent. His muscular body would have made a power weight lifter drool in envy. But the intimidation factor was what made O scary. He stood in his suit and you knew when he looked at you, that he could snap you like a twig if he wanted. Like the suit was a shield for normal people from O. A shield that didn't protect H from his wrath.
Agent O never liked H. Whenever she did something the slightest big wrong he was always right there, pointing it out. He was a grade 'A' jerk. Of course the stick up his butt probably came from the fact that he was outted as an agent years ago and could never leave the school. Sometimes payback is a bitch.
"Yessir." H said over S's sigh. She was used to S making uncalled for noises that could get him in trouble.
"Shhh." H shushed S as he mumbled to her. Not that she didn't agree with what he was saying, but it would get them into trouble. That is, if they weren't already in trouble. The Academy always listened to their students. She followed S into the elevator and the doors slid smoothly shut. The elevator whirled and then stopped. Not like it had far to go. The doors pinged open and H stepped out.
Agent S looked at H as she shushed him, forgetting that the whole academy could hear anything and everything that was said. When H finally stepped into the elevator, he pressed the respective button as the doors slid shut. The elevator moved up then came to a sudden stop. The doors opened as he waved his arm for H to go ahead of him. 'Here we go.' He thought to himself while entering Agent O's office, holding the door for H to come in after him. When she was in the office, he let go of the door and it closed by itself. Agent S sat down in a nearby as Agent O still had his back turned towards them. "Did I say you could sit down?" He asked as S got up out of the chair then turned to H before looking ahead. "How was the mission? Was it a success?" He asked as Agent S nodded then spoke. "Yes Sir, we got all the major details that you asked for, even photos and a disk drive with the saved documents." Agent O turned around and looked at H, pointing at her. "And what were you doing while he was working alone?" Agent S looked at H then tried his best to defend her. "Well Sir, she was keeping the client busy..." He interrupted him. "While you did all the work."
Agent S was getting furious by the second with this clown as he took the camera, binder that contained all the paperwork inside and disk drive and sat it down on O's desk. Agent S wondered if H was just going to sit there and say that towards her or not, he held his tongue but god knows that he was thinking some very choice words. Agent O looked over the items then nodded and smiled. "Impressive, Agent S." S pointed towards H. "Couldn't have done it without her." Agent O frowned then shrugged his shoulders. "Oh yeah, good job, you." He mumbled while leaning back in his chair, glancing at the two. "Are you guys ready for your next mission?" Agent S nodded with a smile as he nudged H with his elbow, happily. "Before I say what it is, S, why the sigh earlier?" Agent O pointed out as S eyes widen and he gulped hard. "Well, I'm tired, been working non-stop lately." S responded as he was always blunt towards anybody. "Ah, so you need time off?" O questioned him while stroking his chin.
"No Sir, just waiting for you to tell us our next mission." Agent S said while rocking on the balls of his feet, keeping his teeth on his tongue, literally because he was fixing to explode at any given moment.