"So just hang out with them, buy anything they think would look cute on you and just try and join in on any conversation they have if you can. The more you involve yourself with this group, the quicker you'll get accepted." Agent Cassie explained to me as she fixed my hair and makeup.

"Yeah sure." I said agreeing, "Is Eric here?" I asked, trying not to seem too distracted.

"He's out on a mission, he'll be back by the time your shopping trip is over," she replied as she walked me out of the building.

"Agent Becca on the move," she said into her spy device.

A male voice replied a second later, "Roger that."

"What happened to agent four three three two or whatever?" I asked.

"It's just an identification code for you but I think everyone knows who you are by now." She answered, grinning.

It was true. I had met a lot of agents over the past few days and everyone knew about the new teenage agent. Cassie grabbed car keys from her pocket and unlocked the limo.

"Agent Turner's on call for a different mission as well, you'll have me driving today. Press the green button when you need me to come pick me up. I'll be answering your line today." she said pointing at my spy device.

She opened the door for me and the walked around to the front of the car where she got in the driver's seat. "Okay let's go," she said starting the vehicle.

Within a few minutes, we had arrived at the shopping center. I saw the girls standing out the front of a store, eyes glued to their phones.

"Oh god there they are." I groaned. The reality of the situation was starting to hit me as I realized I would be stuck with them for most of the morning.

"Good luck Bec," Cassie said as she pulled over. I sighed as I opened the door.

I exited the limo when I saw Tasha and her friends waving at me. I stared nervously as I watched Cassie drive off.

"Hey!" Violet said walking over towards me. Charlotte followed her behind.

"Come on we have to go to Victoria's Secret!" she squealed. They all dragged me off, practically skipping with excitement.

I knew this wouldn't be fun. I walked quickly, following the closely behind at their excited pace.

We had walked into almost every clothing store down the block. Every time one of the girls saw one they liked they practically screamed as bolted inside. And at every store we had gone to, I had bought whatever the girls thought would be for me.

"Oh my God Amanda this would look great on you!" Tasha squealed excitedly holding up a fluoro pink tank top.

I grabbed the tank top from her with a fake smile plastered on my face. "Sure," I smiled.

Between Charlotte, Violet, Tasha and I, Tasha had bought the most clothes.

I sighed as I looked around the store. I didn't even know what store I was in. The girls were digging through the clothes racks like they had to find something good or they would die within the next minute. I sighed as I decided to look through a rack rather than watch them. But everything I had bought so far had been items they had picked for me. This shopping trip wasn't about me - it was about getting close to them.

I went over to the dresses looking at them all. I hated fashion nowadays. All these tight dresses that you had to be a size zero to wear otherwise you looked fat. I was pretty skinny from gymnastics but I never went near any of those dresses. I went through the rack ignoring dress by dress. Until, I saw something. I pulled it out. It was a short black strapless dress that didn't look like it would strangle me. In fact, it looked pretty good. Holding it in my hands I turned around to see the girls still digging around the racks. They were going to do that for a while. I decided to go into one of the change rooms and try it on while I waited for them.

When I entered I took off the stupid pink skirt and white tank top I was wearing and slipped the dress on. I sighed as I turned around and looked in the mirror. I took my hair out of the ponytail and let it fall below my shoulders. I kept staring at how it looked in the mirror, surprised by how much I liked it. Wearing dresses had been a rare occurrence for me. I had pretty much lived up to my athlete stereotype of avoiding skirts and dresses - this was definitely something new.

"Amanda!" I heard Tasha called. I sighed as I turned away from the mirror and peered my head of the dressing room.

"What would you think of this on me?" She asked holding up a red skirt.

I honestly didn't care at all. "Wow, that would look pretty!" I answered, not even paying close attention.

Tasha smiled. "I thought so. Hey, nice dress, you should get it."

I smiled and looked at the ground after she said that. Sighing, I went back inside the changing rooms to take the dress off.

In about ten minutes we were all at the checkout buying our clothes. Tasha was holding a pile of clothing while Violet and Charlotte only had a few items. I was holding the pink tank top Tasha had chosen for me and the black dress.

After we left that shop we had lunch at some sushi place nearby. Tasha spent the entire lunch talking about how her periods were irregular and how hot Mattie Jones was. I wanted to leave so badly. Thankfully, Tasha stopped talking when she looked up and saw a guy walk into the restaurant. "Oh hey Henry," she said as she hopped up. I turned to see Henry who was waiting for her. At least I knew what he looked like now. I sighed quietly to myself glad that I got something out of this trip.

"Well, I'll catch you later girls," she said waving as she walked off with her brother. Violet and Charlotte stayed silent when she left.

I cleared my throat. "You know, um I better go too, I have a thing," I said getting up hugging them both goodbye. I walked out of the restaurant grabbing out my spy device.

"Cassie, I'm ready," I said into it.

A while later I heard her respond. "Okay, thanks Bec, I'm on my way."

When she arrived we made our way back to headquarters, me informing her of everything that had happened on the trip on the way back.

When I walked into the RUA center, I headed straight for the gym. I opened the door and saw Eric waiting in there for me.

"How was today?" he asked as I walked towards him.

"Fine I guess, Tasha made me- oh my god, what happened to you?" I asked.

Eric had a bruises all over him. There were dark purple marks on his jawline, forehead, and ones that covered his arms. "It's just work. I'm fine," he answered bluntly.

What kind of work was that? "What happened?" I asked.

"It's fine, I just got ambushed by a few Russian spies." he explained in the most casual way that it was possible to deliver that sentence.

My mouth dropped. "Russian spies?" I looked at him in shock.

"I'm fine, I got away. Apparently, four Russian men in their thirties couldn't take me down," he said shrugging. I stared at him still not feeling sure what to think. "So what happened today?" he asked trying to change the subject.

I could tell he wasn't too keen on the idea of continuing talking about whatever had happened to him today but I was still in shock from seeing him in such a state. It wasn't as bad as it could've been but he'd definitely taken a few blows from whoever had been throwing punches his way. But the fact that he had dealt with four killer trained spies all by himself was impressive. If this is what he looked like, I hate to see the damage he did to them. I cleared my throat, deciding to allow him to have his way and change the topic back to our case.

"Just another annoying morning with them. Here." I said handing him the shopping bags.

He looked at me confused. "Give them to wardrobe or something." I instructed "I don't want them. They're not really my style."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "This was supposed to be one of the perks of being an agent." He looked through the bags.

"It's fine," I said. "I have to go see Cassie and give her a full report." I started walking out of the gym.

"Wait," I heard him say. I turned around to see" him walking towards me. "You should at least keep something."

I looked at him smiling. "No, seriously it's fine. I don't think any of that stuff is really my style."

"Just one thing." Eric urged. He looked into one of the bags and searched around until he saw something. "Keep this," he said handing to me the black dress I had tried on earlier. "It's a nice dress," he said simply.

I felt stunned. I'd almost forgotten about that dress due to all the other stuff I'd had to buy. It had been the one thing I'd actually liked and tried on for myself.

"Thanks," I said shyly grabbing it from him. He immediately put down all the bags next to the desk he was working at before returning to the desk where his laptop and files were being temporarily kept. I gave him one last glance before I walked out of the room.

Shopping down. Entire high school drug bust case to go.

Within half an hour I was finished talking with Cassie and in the computer department filling a report. We had to give regular updates on how we were going with our cases. Like daily logs, those things people did when stranded on desert islands or in apocalyptic conditions. Thankfully, I didn't have to talk into a camera - I just had to type.

I had been assigned my own laptop for the case and I was typing away on it.

Log #23:

Went shopping with undercover as my alias 'Amanda Ryan' with possible suspects and friends 'Tasha Bridowen, Charlotte Goodwin and Violet Dashington.' No signs of suspicion were detected and no mention of alleged drug NT. The only productive event that took place was the meeting of Henry Bridowen, twin brother of Tasha Bridowen, presumed to be in knowledge of who deals the drug. Henry is also a suspect himself as it has been confirmed by many different sources that he has access to NT. Shopping trip overall successful as I am getting closer to the unsuspecting girls.

I closed the laptop lid as I felt satisfied with what I had written. I now knew that I could identify Henry if I needed to and that the girls trusted me more. It had meant that this stupid shopping trip had been worth something.

"Agent Becca, to report to reception, Agent Becca to reception." I heard over the intercom. I sighed as I stood up abandoning the laptop and walking out of the empty computer room I had been in. Well, almost empty besides one agent who was typing away frantically doing research on something. They reminded me of the kind of student you saw frantically trying to finish off an assignment that was due next lesson. So basically, they reminded me of me.

As I entered the hallway I was feeling relaxed and calm not like the way I did on weekdays. I was finished my undercover work and I could just explore the whole unit.

I walked over to the front desk where the young perky blonde sat that I had seen on my first time inside RUA. I hadn't actually spoken to her yet so I walked over to her curiously.

"Hi um, you called me?" I asked pointing at the intercom above us.

"Oh yes," she answered suddenly remembering. "I just wanted to let you know that your locker number is 304 and give you your combination," she informed me as she handed me a piece of paper.

I opened the paper to see a six digit code. "Uh, my locker?" I asked confused.

She nodded happily. "All agents get their own locker. Sorry it took so long, we were setting things up."

"Okay," I said still confused. "Thanks," I said before turning around and walking off with a puzzled look on my face. I had seen the room of lockers before but I didn't realize I would be getting my own. And what did the receptionist mean by still setting things up? That made no sense to me as I was given my spy device and laptop as soon as I started. How hard was it to organize a locker?

I walked into the locker room that I had walked past countless times and held up the piece of paper. Locker 304.... I found it after looking around for a moment. The lockers in here were huge. I punched in the 6 digit code and a few seconds later the locker unlocked allowing me to swing the door open.

I dropped my jaw in shock to see that it was full of items. Was I in the wrong locker? No, the code worked so this had to be right one. I just didn't realize that they had already filled it with stuff for me.

I explored the locker finding all sorts of devices that I had no idea how to work. I didn't play around with any of the stuff for too long as I was afraid I would break something. I shut the door after placing everything back carefully. I would have to wait until I found an agent to explain everything to me but for now, I was too scared to even click a pen in fear that a bullet would shoot out of it.

I walked out of the locker room impressed with how organized everything was. This was just a high school mission and I had so much stuff, I wondered what kind of things Eric was given for his dangerous missions. So far I had only learned how to fight combat but I was eager to learn about using these items.

Even though this job was at most times confusing and upsetting, sometimes I did truly enjoy it for what it was. Kind of like gymnastics.

If it was even possible to compare the two.