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I'm not a regular eighteen year old girl.

My name is Amelia Jackson. And I'm a spy working for the Central Intelligence Agency or most commonly known as the CIA.

You may think it's cool to be a spy. You get to go secret places, infiltrate evil businesses, have awesome gadgets, drive sweet rides and go incognito. Those are true but there's more than fancy things involved when being a spy. When you're a spy nowhere is safe.

I was thinking about how my life would've been if I wasn't a spy while I was driving towards headquarters. As an eighteen year old girl I would have been a senior in high school since I was born in January. I would be having fun with my friends, passing my exams, getting ready for graduation, planning for college and the most important thing of all…getting ready for the ultimate prom! But unfortunately my life has been different.

When I was a little kid I always dreamed of becoming a spy. Little did I know at the time that my cousin was a spy for the CIA. Since he knew my ambition of becoming a secret agent he persuaded my parents to allow me to take martial arts class, code-breaking class, sky-diving, swimming, biking, and weapons training. When I was sixteen years old my cousin took me to the CIA main headquarters and they hired me. I was so happy that I was a spy that I succeeded in all my missions.

Two years working as a secret agent and I was never bored. It's impossible to be bored when you're trying to save your life and the entire world. I survived for two years which is a record for their newest and youngest agent. Failure never struck me because I'm a very careful person. And I intend to keep it that way.

I was entering Orlando, Florida and I was driving on the streets. The main headquarters is located in a humongous building on the outskirts of town. Orlando is mostly amusement parks and tourist attractions so it's really busy. But its closer to the CIA's headquarter and closer to my home.

Home. It seemed like a long time since I've been there. I don't mean like staying there, because I was there yesterday. But I mean my old life. My home was having fun in my community. Hanging out with my friends, going to school, and even doing community service at the library in order to graduate high school. Alas those don't matter anymore. Now I have a private tutor which fits with my duty of being a secret agent.

My parents weren't fond of the idea of me being a secret agent. They're concerned for my safety like any parent would be. But after a lot of convincing and the fact that getting paid will help with getting into college they finally agreed as long as I promised to be safe. Though, they still call me constantly and make sure I'm all right. I'm their only child and they'd be extremely devastated if anything happened to me.

I was on the outskirts of town and I finally spotted the headquarters. The place looked like a mansion. The bricks were pink and it seemed to stretch out for miles. There are twenty feet high electric fences surrounding the place and guards everywhere. The place is always being watched twenty four-seven and there are cameras everywhere.

I drove my cars towards the gates and they let me through because I showed them my identification papers and because I correctly punched in the password. I parked my car near the front of the house and walked through the door. After series of security measures they allowed me to go to the lobby. I signed in and the lady told me to go on the elevator and go to the third floor.

The mansion was amazing on the inside as well. The lobby was huge with an enormous crystal chandelier in the middle of the ceiling and gold everywhere. The couches were gold, the floor was gold, even the ceiling was gold. This place must have cost a fortune to be built. Then again the leader of the CIA is extremely rich.

I got into the elevator. I pressed my hand against the scanner and then it allowed me to hit the third floor button. If I didn't do so then I would have been electrocuted.

I got off the elevator and knocked on the first door. A deep voice said to me to come in. I walked into the room and sat in the chair right in front of the man's desk. His name is Abraham Williams and he's the leader of the CIA.

Abraham Williams is a middle aged man. We don't know his age but you can tell just by looking at him. He has light brown hair and green eyes. He was tall and in good shape. Williams is a strict person and we aren't allowed to call him anything besides Agent W or Sir.

"Sir, you called?" I said.

He turned around and said, "Yes Midnight, you have a very important mission."

Midnight is my codename as a spy. No one ever calls me by my first name. It's either Midnight or Jackson. This is used for safety measures. Everyone in the CIA has a nickname.

"What's the mission?" I asked.

He got up and walked around the office. Williams prefers speaking to us about missions while walking around. It's a strange habit of his.

"We have received intelligence that a new group is trying to steal all the nuclear technology in order to destroy the earth. The leader of this group is named Dr. M." he said.

Williams took out a piece of paper with a picture of man. This man was tall and was wearing all black. He has black hair and green eyes. You couldn't see his face because he had a ski mask on. Underneath the picture it said: Dr. M.

"Wait, doesn't he have a different name?" I asked.

"No one knows. This is all we know," he replied. "Your mission is to hunt down Dr. M and kill him. Don't worry about his followers we can take it from here. You're leaving here right after lunch and you'll be having help."

"Please not a partner in the field," I pleaded. Partners always slow you down because you have to make sure they're safe. I prefer to be solo.

"Not exactly," he said. "Our newest recruit will help you from here. He'll be giving you updates and will stay in touch with you in case you need any help. You have to follow his orders."

"But how is a new guy able to boss me around!" I exclaimed.

"That's an order Midnight. You must listen to him. I will be making sure everything he tells you is reasonable." he said.

"But what if he tells me to do something that I shouldn't do," I told him.

He sighed. He knew I was their most stubborn agent but he can't kick me out because I'm their best agent. I'm the youngest which gives me a huge advantage over all the other agents.

"If that's the case then don't listen to him," he said at last. "But don't be foolish. Remember the fate of the world depends on you, Midnight."

I got up and was about to leave until he said, "Wait, I forgot to tell you. Go to room 408 on the 4th floor. There you'll get your gadgets and will meet your partner. Good luck."

And with that I went back on the elevator and got on the fourth floor.

I walked down the corridor of the fourth floor searching for room 408. After some walking I found the room and knocked on the door. Someone opened the door and I gasped. The person who opened the door is someone I knew really well.

He was my best friend from school Allen Brock.

I hugged him. "Allen! It's so great to see you! How did you get a job in the CIA?"

"It's great to see you too Amelia," he said. "Well it's a pretty long story. Let's just say that it was no fair that you were having all the fun so I decided to join the fun. It's cool that we'll get to work together just like old times."

I nodded. I felt sort of guilty. Before I became a spy we used to always work together along with my other best friend Jenna. But now that I'm a spy I rarely see them anymore. The only people who know I'm a spy besides my family is my two best friends.

"Come on in," he said. "You have some gadgets that you need to get."

I followed him inside the room and he led me to our gadgets maker Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith is in his thirties. He's fat, has red hair and stormy grey eyes. He's the best gadget maker the CIA has ever seen. Smith's gadgets are always really cool.

"Hello there Midnight," Mr. Smith said. "I have some cool gadgets for you." He took out a box and opened it.

"Okay so here's a lock picking tool, a gun, a poison dart gun, and a cellphone that allows you to hear conversations from fifty yards away. You also have a motorcycle which will be given to you before you leave. I know how much you love to use motorcycles." He said.

"Thank you so much," I said. I grabbed my things and placed them in my backpack. Then Allen and I went to the CIA's café to get lunch.

We both ordered pizza and Pepsi and sat at the farthest table in the cafeteria.

As we finished eating Allen said, "We have received intelligence that Dr. M's headquarters is located in Paris, France. You will disguise yourself as a worker and kill him from there."

"Okay," I told him. "But what work do you mean?"

"Dr. M's headquarters is disguised as a factory. They manufacture computer parts in order to get money but that's where they plot out their evil schemes."

"What's the place called?" I inquired.

"It's called M's Computer Factory, located near the river Seine." He replied. We got up and went to the lobby for my departure.

At the lobby Mr. Smith and Williams were discussing something. As soon as they saw us they stopped talking.

"Midnight," said Williams. "I see you aren't disappointed who your partner is?"

"You could have told me!" I said. "I wouldn't have complained if I knew who it was!"

"Surprises are essential in your life," he replied. "Now here's your motorcycle and your ticket to Paris. Don't forget to buy a disguise okay?"

"Don't worry I won't," I said.

"And here's your fake identification papers," said Mr. Smith.

"Thank you," I said.

"Good luck. We're counting on you," William told me.

After I said goodbye to all of them I hopped on my motorcycle and drove to the Orlando International Airport.

When I went into the airport I went through security. Luckily Smith's gadgets are able to disguise themselves during security. No one suspected a thing.

I went to the bathroom and wore my disguise. My identity would be a twenty year old lady named Hannah Lafayette. I was currently wearing skinny jeans, a purple top, and tennis shoes. I don't have to change my clothes now but once I get there I must wear professional clothing. I wore a red wig to hide my blond hair and green contacts to hide my sky blue eyes.

I got out of the bathroom and boarded the plane.

The plane ride was really boring. Nothing unusual happened which was very strange because something would always happen when I'm on the plane. I got out quickly and retrieved my motorcycle. Once I was outside I was outside I hopped on my motorcycle and searched the streets for the factory.

Paris really is the most beautiful city on the planet. I could see the magnificent Eiffel Tower, all the wonderful shopping places and I could smell the delicious chocolate croissants they make here.

As I was on the river Seine I searched for a factory. After a few minutes I found it. It was located at the end of the river Seine. Before I went to the factory I went to the nearest restaurant and used the restroom. I changed into professional clothes.

I was now wearing a plain black skirt that reached past my knees, black high heels, a plain white long sleeved top and a black jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked completely different. I never wore professional clothes except when needed to on missions.

I left the restaurant and got onto my motorcycle. This might have been strange that I was dressed in professional clothes and was riding a motorcycle but I didn't really care. I made it to the factory and parked in their parking lot.

The factory was big and the bricks were the color grey. There was so much smoke coming out of the chimney that I'm surprised that Dr. M hasn't been charged of polluting the city.

I walked inside and the secretary asked for identification papers. I handed it to her and then she gave me a key card. With this I have access to most rooms since I was an employee. She told me to go to room 105 which was at the end of the hall on this floor. I thanked her and walked away.

I used my key card to open the door and I found a young man sitting at the table. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was typing on the computer and as soon as he saw me he told me to sit down.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Hannah Lafayette," I replied.

"You're the new person," he said. "Dr. M stationed you to work as janitor."

"Pardon?" I asked. Did he just say janitor?

"You'll be working as a janitor," he replied.

"But I thought I would-"

"Take it or leave," he interrupted.

"I'll take it," I said disappointed.

"Your uniform and supplies is in the closet. You first have to clean the cafeteria then work up from there. Good day Mademoiselle Lafayette." He said going back to his computer.

I went to the closet and got my things and walked out of the room to the restroom. I changed my clothes and just sat on the floor.

I can't believe it! I'm a spy not a janitor! I can't wait to get back home and have a talk with Williams. That's it! Instead of doing what I'm supposed to do I'll just kill Dr. M right now. I'll pretend that I need to clean his office.

I got up and straightened my clothes and walked out of the restroom.

I went up to the secretary and asked her for a blueprint of the factory. She eyed me suspiciously but when I told her I need to know where everything is located she gave in.

I looked at the blueprint and found out that Dr. M's office is located on the 103rd floor. I pushed my cart of cleaning supplied and went on the elevator to the 103rd floor.

I got off the elevator and found the room. The door had his name on it. I knocked on the door but there was no reply. I tried my key card but it didn't work. I took out my lock picking tool and unlocked the door. I got in and found him sleeping.

I got out my gun and was about to take aim when my cell phone vibrated.

"Great what now," I mumbled. I accepted the call.

"Hello," I said annoyed.

"Amelia, where are you," Allen said.

"In his room about to assassinate him," I whispered.

"Don't!" he said.

"Why not?"

"Because he's not the enemy, Agent Q is!" he exclaimed. Agent Q is head of the military department. If he's the enemy then that's bad news.

"You sure?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yeah I'm sure! You don't believe your best friend?" he said. His voice was sad and he was pleading.

I sighed. "Where is he?"

"He's boarding the plane to Orlando right now. Get to the airport immediately and kill him." And with that he hanged up.

I dashed to the elevator, went to the first floor, ran to my motorcycle and quickly drove to the airport. I purchased a ticket to Orlando, Florida and was waiting at the gate.

I spotted Agent Q and saw him walk into the bathroom. I went into the bathroom after him and I didn't care who saw me. Luckily for me no one was in there beside him.

I took out my gun and didn't hesitate. I shot him and he dropped dead on the floor. I ran out of the bathroom and went inside the female's bathroom. I took of my disguise and got out of the restroom.

The place was crawling with security. They didn't allow anyone to board the plane so I had to go to Orlando a different way.

I called Allen to get me a ride and thirty minutes later I saw a helicopter outside. I sneaked off outside and the helicopter dropped a ladder. I got in and the pilot flew back to Florida.

After a couple hours we made it to the CIA's headquarters. It was very early in the morning. The helicopter landed on the lawn and I ran inside.

Once I got inside I found Allen waiting for me. That's strange. Usually Williams is there to greet me after a mission.

"Good job Midnight," he said. "Thank you for killing off your friend."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. He's probably joking around with me.

"Come with me," he said.

I followed him to the elevator to the eighth floor. There we walked inside a room that I never seen before. This is the control room.

The room had big screen computers all over the place showing different places around the world. On one of those screen they showed a picture of the White House, governmental buildings and my house. Wait my house? That's creepy.

Sitting in the chair next to all the remote controls was Dr. M.

How could I have been so stupid? Allen was working for Dr. M!

I quickly took out my gun but Allen took it away from me. He held my hands tight and I was unable to free myself. He picked me up and put me in the chair. He tied my hands and feet to the chair.

"Hello Amelia," Dr. M said. "I'm happy to tell you that you failed."

"You're never going to get away with this!" I yelled.

"I already did thanks to you. You killed Agent Q who was guarding all the nuclear technology and now I have full access to them." He replied.

"What happened to Williams and Smith and all the other agents?" I asked.

"They believe that you're in danger in France and they all rushed to you. How sweet," he said amused. "Now who should we bomb first? I know your house."

"NO! Please I'll do anything! Don't hurt my family!" I yelled. Tears were now strolling down my face. This is whole problem is my fault, if only I hadn't been so stupid!

I turned my head to Allen who was standing right next to me. "How could you?! I thought you were my friend!" I shouted.

"I'm sorry but this was what I always wanted, world domination. Besides you left me when you became an agent, I had no one to have fun with anymore! And for your information, Dr. M is my father!" he replied.

"Typical, you don't value friendship! You're just like your father!" I shrieked.

"Enough!" Dr. M yelled. "Enough with this drama. Don't feel bad, we won't kill you yet. First we'll bomb your house then the White House."

I closed my eyes but Allen kept them open. Dr. M pressed a single button and my whole house was vaporized. I was screaming and crying so badly. I couldn't believe it! The death of my family just because of me!

Dr. M clicked the next button and bombed the White House. "Welcome to the newest era! Dr. M is ruler of this country and in a few days the entire world!"

He and his son were laughing hysterically. I was still sobbing.

"Allen!" I shrieked at him. "I hope something happens bad to you!"

"Take the girl," Dr. M said. "Have fun in prison!"

Allen untied me and I tried to escape but he injected a needle in me. I wasn't able to move. He grabbed and me I was crying so hard. This is the end of my life.