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Fitz's POV

"So...Biana and I are going to work with these idiots?" I ask, completely dumbfounded by the old man's plan.

"I would not call your teammates idiots, Mr. Vacker," the old man, AKA Mr. Forkle warned me.

"In fact, I'm probably smarter than you so you really can't be talking," Dex piped up.

"Shut up Deck."

"No nicknames either!" Fork Man said.

"But what if we have to use code names?" Sophie asked.

"Then I guess it's fine."

"What's fine?" Keefe questioned, walking into the room.

I don't exactly know why he was out of the room in the first place.

Fork Man sighed. "I guess I'll just have to explain it all again to you, Mr. Sencen."

"But I don't want to sit through—"

Fork Man held up a hand and Keefe stopped talking. "Like I was saying, all of you were gathered here because the Black Swan, the spy organization I work for, currently needs help. We suspect a man who goes by the name Jamie Bishop has stolen some of the most priceless artifacts in the world. We need our help to get them back. Each of you has a unique talent that will help you get through this mission. The Vacker twins, their wealth and high standing in society to get anywhere they want. The Songs—"

"Just say Tam and Linh, gosh," Tam interrupted.

"Fine. Tam and Linh, Marella, and you, Keefe, are stealthy, so we'll be relying on you four to get the stolen objects. Sophie will be on watch duty, since she is not exactly known for her grace. Dex is the person who will hack into security systems, shutting down cameras and alarms."

There was silence as Keefe processed that.

"Also you get paid. A lot."

"Wait, so I have to work with a bunch of stupid people?" He asked.

"I am not—" Dex began, but Fork Man cut him off.

"I already had this discussion with Mr. Vacker. We do not call out teammates names unless you are given code names," he informed Keefe.

"Why us?" Linh asked. "There are plenty of good criminals who are adults in town, why can't you recruit them?"

"Because," Fork Man replied. "All of you are small enough to fit in vents and small passageways. If we collected adults, they could not fulfill those duties."

Everyone, it seemed, began to think. 

"Where are we working?" Sophie asked.

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Sophie's POV

Mr. Forkle drove us to a...dark alleyway.

Amazing.

Mr. Forkle lifted a manhole cover up and gestured in.

"Wait," Biana protested. "Im not going in there! I'll get my dress and my nails and my hair—"

"Unless you want to wade through a marsh looking for a metal reed that's actually a secret entrance marker, this is your best bet," Mr. Forkle told her emotionlessly.

Biana grumbled something about secret hideouts and stupid, nasty entrances. I moved quietly to her side.

"I don't like it either, but we'll be getting a shitload of money, so..." I told her.

"Yeah, but you know what doesn't help?" She asked. I shook my head. "Im claustrophobic. I cannot handle that tiny little tunnel."

"I'll help you," I said. "I'm scared of the dark, so maybe we can help each other."

She smiled at me. What a gorgeous smile.

Keefe went into the hole first, followed by Marella, Linh, Tam, Dex, Fitz, Biana, and then me. Mr. Forkle moved the beginning of the line, showing us where to go.

At one point in time, I gripped Biana's hand and didn't let go for the entire rest of the journey. She squeezed my fingers when she got scared, and I moved closer to comfort her. By the end of our lengthy walk, our hands were intertwined and we were practically leaning on each other.

Fitz's POV (of the walk)

I went down third to last, with Biana and Sophie behind me. I heard them promising to help each other or something before we went down, so I don't really know.

One thing about me is that I'm scared of germs. I'm a germaphobe.

And we were walking through a very disgusting, very contaminated sewer.

I wasn't paying attention to the person in front of me, so I may or may not have unconsciously grasped their hand in fear when a piece of mold riddled wall came too close to me. Oh well. As long as it wasn't Dex's hand I was holding.

I didn't like him.

"Fitz, what the heck?" Cam Dex's voice from ahead. "Why are we holding hands?"

Oh...

Well...

"I don't like this place," I whispered. "And I can't exactly hold Biana's hand, since she's holding Sophie's, so you're the only other option."

"Oh."

Still, even as he said it, his fingers fell between mine, interlocking our hands.

"I don't like this," he muttered.

We said nothing for the rest of the walk, but his hand remained in mine.

I didn't really know what to think about that.

Marella's POV (of the walk)

Linh was right behind me, and I was all too aware of her presence.

And I  was feeling protective today.

So when she reached out to touch the wall, which I knew had dangerous spores on it, I grabbed her arm, looked her in the eyes and said "No, that's dangerous."

Same thing happened again, when she tried to touch the water flowing beside us.

I got tired of trying to stop her, so eventually I just pulled her in front of me and hugged her protectively from behind as we continued walking.

Tam leaned in and whispered, "Take good care of her. You clearly mean a lot to her, so don't break her heart or disappoint her. Or I will personally come after you."

"I'd like to see you try," I murmured in return. "But I won't let her down. Promise."

Finally, we reached our destination.

Third Person POV

Mr. Forkle held his palm to a a random wall. It opened, revealing a lobby of some sort, furnished chairs and high ceilings, giant chandeliers and tiled floors. And a receptionist desk.

"Errol Forkle, with the eight, heading to the training room," Mr. Forkle said to the receptionist. She nodded.

"We have to log what everyone is doing, when they are doing it, and who is doing it. Just in case something comes up and we have to evacuate or some similar situation, we can get everyone out quickly," Mr. Forkle explains to the high schoolers.

"Where are we going?" Linh asked. "You said...the training room?"

"Yes, Miss Linh. Even though all of your skills are exceptional, they need to be trained to fulfill the role you will play. Learn how to fight, learn how to defend, learn how to improvise if something goes wrong."

Everyone went quiet as they processed.

Mr. Forkle stopped at what seemed like a random doorway, turned to the group, and said "Welcome to the training room."

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