"Asheley Grace!"
I turned around to see my best friend and fellow spy, Heather Jones, running to catch up with me. Heather has curly brown hair, a million freckles, and cheerful brown eyes. She may look like a cheerful and innocent girl, but really she is the most ruthless spy I know. I have seen ex-Nazis cower before her( true fact). However, she and I have been close as sisters since the KGB adopted us from an orphanage when we were little because of our unusually high IQs. Since then, we have trained side by side as spies for the Russian government.
"What's up?"Heather asked as she caught up to me.
"I'm going to see Lieutenant Kofsky," I told her. "He summoned me."
"Let's hope your assignment doesn't have anything to do with protecting cute guys!" Heather laughed. "Remember the last one where you had to protect the president's teenage son? I had to listen to you talk about how hot he was for a month!"
I rolled my eyes. Heather loves to tease me about my boy craziness. Okay, maybe I do have a problem. But what teenage girl( spy or not) doesn't? Laughing, we walk together under a massive chandelier. The KGB headquarters, the place I call home, is truly an amazing place. Above is a huge domed ceiling painted with angels and weird monsters from Greek mythology. The walls are gilded and covered with mirrors and paintings that hide secret passageways. But all around me, are computers and monitors of the latest high tech. Spies( adults and kids alike) rush around answering telephones, monitoring cameras, and haking forein goverments. A typical day at the KGB, where the ancient meets the supermodern. I move aside a painting of the Sirens and look into a scanner that scans my eye. After a moment, what looked like a gilded wall opened to reveal an elevator. We step inside and I look into another scanner. "Sublevel 10," I say into the machine. The doors close and the elevator shoots downward. " Maybe you'll get that promotion you're hoping for." Heather says. "Gosh, I wouldn't that be great." I say
As a tech manager, I could use my brains to hack and spy on other agencies, without any dangerous missions. "You should get the promotion." Heather says. "You're the smartest person in our age group."
Just then the doors open, leaving me no time to reply. I find myself in a long red carpeted hall.
"Well, I'm off to Culinary and Poisons. Good luck!" Heather dashed off with a wave.
I walk up to a huge oak door and press the intercom. "Special Agent Asheley Grace Peterson" I say.
The cameras angle toward me, then the door opens. " Welcome, Agent Peterson," an automated voice says as the massive door swings inward.
A tall, balding man sits at a desk in the middle of the room. "Lieutenant." I greet him as I slide the chair facing him. "Agent Peterson." he replies with a nod. "Now for your assignment. What do you know about the band One Direction?"
"A world-famous britsh boy band." I answer. I should know. I'm crazy about their music.
"Correction, an international spy group that works for the British intelligence agency Scotland Yard." Lieutenant Kofksy states dispassionately.
I almost fall off my chair. "WHAT?!"
" One Direction is a spy group undercover as a boy band." Lieutenant Kofsky repeats.
I pull myself together and try to look professional again. "What does this have to do with my assignment?" I ask.
"Well, One Direction has been collecting information on Russia for a long time, through their many young female fans here. Our sources have found that they are planning on making concert tour to Russia sometime late this year. A rival spy group on our soil is simply not acceptable. Especially one that has as much classified information about us as they do. They must be eliminated. That's where you come in. Your job is to infiltrate their group, gain their trust and find out any information that they may have. Then, you must eliminate them. Now tell me why I can't just have a hit pulled on them while they are on onstage at one if their concerts."
"Because it would cause a war between Russia and England." I stated, my spy training coming back to me.
"Exactly. So you must find a way to assinate them in an inconspicuous way, whether it be poison, or made to look like a suicide. To do that, you must know alot about them.
" I see." I said. "What is my cover?"
"You will be undercover as a British fan. To gain entry into their circle, you will make Niall Horan, the Irish singer, fall in love with you. After all," He looks at me.
"Love is the most sure way to bring down the most seasoned operative, and the biggest weakness of the stronest enemy." I recite the words I know by heart.
"Very good." Kofsky says. "Here is a profile of each of the boys." He pushes a stack of folders towards me. "I'll leave you to memorize them." He gets up and starts to leave the room. "Oh, and Agent Peterson?" He turns around.
"Yes sir?"
" I hear you want a promotion to tech manager. If you complete this mission successfully, that can be arranged. And I don't need to remind you of the consequences of not completing a mission." With that, he closes the huge door.
"Death." I whisper to the door.
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