The people in black suits were back again. There was a tall, blonde woman and a man with a long jagged scar on his cheekbone. Last week there was a couple a lot like them. The other couple wore black suits as well, and adopted the only other two year old. The boy's name was Braden Walsh. Most likely, this couple, the blonde and the scarred man, they were adopting a baby.

Miss Kent, the nursery watch, went to the door and greeted them. Elita couldn't hear what was said, but she led them to the office and shut the door. None of the other children paid attention, they continued to play, but Elita set down her worn teddy bear.

Deep down she knew that they did not want her, but something inside of her made her stare at the locked door. Suddenly the office door opened. The blonde woman stepped out first. Her eyes roamed the pale yellow room before settling briefly on Elita. Elita snatched her pink teddy bear from the ground.

The couple and Miss. Kent walked back to the door. Miss. Kent was smiling; her red stained lips brightened her whole face. Her red hair clashed with those lips. Elita knew she was going to shake their hands. Then the couple opened the door and left.

Miss. Kent's heels clicked against the white tiles as she walked towards Elita. She knelt down just in front of Elita. Elita thought she was going to yell. Instead, Miss. Kent picked Elita up.

"It's your turn Elita. You are going to have a Mommy and Daddy."

Elita dropped the pink teddy bear. Miss Kent walked Elita to her office. She got everything ready for Elita to leave.

The next day the black suites came and got her, "Mommy? Daddy?"

"Hush Elita," said the scarred man.

"Okay Daddy."

"I'm not your Daddy."

"But Miss. Kent said you were."

"No, Elita."

She was bright for a two year old, "Where are we going?"

"To a special place."

That was the end of Elita's childhood.



Fifteen years later

"Oomph," groaned Elita Kelly.

"Take a rest," said William Kasey

Normally Elita loved her afternoon street fighting class, but today her teacher was really laying into her. That was the third time he got her down. Elita normally had superb reflexes, but Will Kasey had her gasping for air.

"I'm fine lets go again."

Ever since Elita was adopted fifteen years ago by the Central Intelligence Agency, Elita's reflexes kept getting better and better.

"Sit down Elita," demanded Will.

"But"

"I am the ranking officer, Ms. Kelley take a break," he demanded.

Elita looked up at Will Kasey he looked the same as he did fifteen years ago. His brown hair now had streaks of gray. His brown eyes now had wrinkles around them, but agent Kasey looked the same. Agent Kasey still had the long scar on his cheek that he received from an enemy agent. He still had the domineering attitude. Elita knew that underneath all his gruffness, really agent Kasey was a big teddy bear.

When her breathing returned to normal, Agent Kasey walked back to the mat, "Ready Elita?"

"Let's go."

When he swung, she blocked, when he kicked, she moved aside. Left hook, blocked. Roundhouse kick to his side, hit. As Kasey staggered Elita swept his legs from under him. She put her foot on his throat as he hit the ground. Kasey grabbed her leg and flipped her. Elita landed on her butt, but was back on her feet in an instant. He threw another roundhouse punch, but Elita stopped it with her hand. She used that leverage to execute a kick to his side. When Kasey fell, Elita stepped on his wrist to keep him from moving.

"Good job Elita, but remember not to go easy on me. If I were the enemy I could have hurt you worse."

Elita nodded.

"You can go now tomorrow we will work on Judo."

Elita took her hair down from its bun. She needed a shower. First she had to go to her room and get decent clothes on. She pushed open the door of the gym and walked down the long corridor. The hall was brightly lit. All the doors were shut. Elita loved the quietness of the hall. When she got to the stairs she jogged up to the third floor.

Elita was just about to open the door to her room when she stopped.

"Hey Elita!"

She turned to see Braden Walsh walking down the hall. The bright fluorescent lights added auburn highlights to his dark hair.

"What's up?" Elita asked when he got closer.

"The director wants to see us in forty-five minutes."

"Do you have any idea why?" Elita was shocked.

The director of the Central Intelligence Agency wanted to meet with them?

Braden shook his head. When he did so, a lock of chocolate colored hair fell over his eye.

"Want to come in? I have to take a quick shower, then we'll go down together," she asked.

"Sure. I'll watch television or something," his eyes flickered nervously. Elita opened the door and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Just make your self at home Braden," she called.

A few seconds later Braden heard the steady sound of the water. He walked around the room. It was the size of a small apartment. Instead of cozy clutter Elita's room was practically bare. Except for a Walkman and a portable CD player, there was nothing else on her table. On Elita's counter there were three thick books. Braden picked up the top book it was a copy of War and Peace by Tolstoy, a classic. Braden read it when he was six. On her bed there was a raggedy pink teddy bear.

The shower stopped. Braden looked over at the bathroom door as it opened. Elita was standing in a ridiculously small towel, creating a puddle of water on the floor.

"Sorry! I have to grab some clothes," she walked to the closet on the other side of the room. She finished rummaging though it, Elita carried a pair of khaki drawstring pants and a white shirt. "I'll be right out."

"Okay," said Braden.

In the last three minutes, the room had gotten ten degrees warmer. Braden started walking to the chair near the small television. He had just sat down when Elita came out of the bathroom. Her dark hair dripping at the end of its ponytail.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Whenever you are," he replied.

Elita pulled on her cross-trainers and headed towards the door. Braden scurried behind her. Instead of taking the stairs like she normally did, Elita pushed the button for the elevator at the far end of the hall. She decided that instead of being sweaty and red faced she would rather be decent looking. After all Elita wanted to make a good impression.

When the elevator doors opened she pushed the button for the first floor. Elita could feel Braden looking at her. So she looked at the gum wad in the corner. He always wanted to talk. When the bell dinged for the second floor, Braden spoke up.

"Are you nervous?"

"No. you?"

"Yes, how can you not be nervous?"

"I don't know. I just wonder what he wants."

"Maybe we could go on a mission."

"Yeah, right. More likely we have another test."

Braden frowned. He looked like he was going to disagree the thought better of it. When the doors opened for the first floor he got off and went to the right. Elita followed him to a large meeting room. There was a long table with a computer at each chair. At the head of the table there was a large television mounted from the ceiling.

There was no one else in the room. Elita went to the seat at the head of the opposite end of the television. Braden sat on her left.

"So, how are things with your boyfriend Coltin?" asked Braden in an odd voice.

"Fine."

"That's great. When does he get back from Morocco?"

"Whenever he finishes up his mission. Probably Tuesday."

The heavy glass door opened again, this time Elijah Scott and Tacey hunter came in.
"Hey Ellie!" called Tacey. Tacey was a loud red head. She worshipped Elita. Every time Elita saw her, she would try to hide in any available office. But this meeting was unavoidable.

"Hello Tacey," she said in a bored voice, "hi, Elijah."

"Hey El."

Elijah was a decent looking boy. He is quiet when you first meet him, but he gets talkative the more comfortable he feels. Elijah had spiky strawberry blonde hair and the prettiest green eyes. His eyes didn't have any brown flecks like most green eyes.

"Are you two nervous?" asked Braden.

"Not yet, I am curious though," replied Elijah.

"I have so many butterflies in my stomach!" said Tacey.

Elita rolled her eyes, "It's not that scary Tacey. Were probably going to do another test."

The sound proof glass door opened for the third time. Instead of the last trainee, the director walked in.

"Hello recruits. Where is Ms. Martin?" asked Mr. Lamprey in a gruff voice.

"No idea Mr. Lamprey," said Braden.

"Well, we'll not wait for her. One of you can fill her in."

Mr. Lamprey opened the manila folder on his desk. Then the door opened again. In walked Virendra Martin.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Lamprey. No one informed me of this meeting," she flashed a smile.

"Sit down Ms. Martin, I don't want to hear your excuses. As I was about to say, you all have test well. Most of you are extremely well at the physical training," his eyes landed on Virendra who blushed, "but in spite of all your training, you need to learn one last thing."

His pause seemed to last forever. Elita looked at Braden. His knuckles were white. Tacey paled even more. Elijah looked scared. Finally her eyes rested on Virendra. The girls eyes narrowed and her cheeks were pink.

"You have to learn to adapt and blend in to your surroundings. I know you've learned to do this, but you are now going to be tested on this."

Mr. Lamprey stopped and turned on the large television. On it there appeared a picture of a large brick building.

"This is Warwick Academy. You five will go there for the rest of the semester. You must blend and adapt. We will be watching. Tomorrow you will leave. See Ms. Briggs for your wardrobe, your dismissed."

Elita was shocked. Their final test. Braden was the first to speak.

"Wow lets go," he stood up.

Elita got up as well. The two of them walked down the hall to Ms. Briggs office. Just before they knocked on the door, Braden spoke, "Here goes nothing."

He knocked.

This is the one one posted at foe.com, right? When are you going to add more? It's great! :notworthy:

Yeah, Jamie, you should post the rest of it. :)

i'm writing more, but yeah, it's the one posted at FOE.COM, i can give you a teaser though.

Virendra Martin didn't get up quickly like Elita and Braden had. She was still angry over Mr. Lamprey's remark. How dare he say her physical training wasn't up to par! Not that Virendra cared, she knew that the other four were favored over her. It still wasn't her favorite thing to admit.

Virendra slowly got out of her cushioned chair. She was excited about the test, but she wasn't going to let Braden and Elita see that. Braden and Elita never liked her, and Virendra had gotten tired of trying to impress them. When they went on this final test, Virendra decided that she would do better than any of the other four recruits.

She smiled to herself as she walked down the long steel corridor. Virendra always thought that it was odd, the halls looked like those of a hospital. This was the last time she'd be walking in these halls for a while. Her stomach was filled with happy and nervous butterflies.

When she reached Ms. Briggs door, she was reluctant to open it. Inside Virendra heard Elita talking to the Operations Officer. She gathered her courage and walked inside. Ms. Briggs was showing Elita how to put on a blonde wig. Braden was sitting on the corner of Ms. Briggs' stainless steel desk. Elijah sat on a leather chair in the corner, while Tacey sat on the arm of the chair. Ms. Briggs didn't turn her dyed brown hair in Virendra's direction when she entered.

"Sit down, Ren," said Elijah, "she is going to consult with all of us."

"We have to choose what group we're trying to fit in with," explained Tacey.

Virendra sat glumly on the chair behind Ms. Briggs' desk.

That's not bad at all... pretty good B)

thanks. I figured ya'll deserved a teaser

Yeah, but where's the rest of it. :P

right here :lol:

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Virendra Martin didn't get up quickly like Elita and Braden had. She was still angry over Mr. Lamprey's remark. How dare he say her physical training wasn't up to par! Not that Virendra cared, she knew that the other four were favored over her. It still wasn't her favorite thing to admit.

Virendra slowly got out of her cushioned chair. She was excited about the test, but she wasn't going to let Braden and Elita see that. Braden and Elita never liked her, and Virendra had gotten tired of trying to impress them. When they went on this final test, Virendra decided that she would do better than any of the other four recruits.

She smiled to herself as she walked down the long steel corridor. Virendra always thought that it was odd, the halls looked like those of a hospital. This was the last time she'd be walking in these halls for a while. Her stomach was filled with happy and nervous butterflies.

When she reached Ms. Briggs door, she was reluctant to open it. Inside Virendra heard Elita talking to the Operations Officer. She gathered her courage and walked inside. Ms. Briggs was showing Elita how to put on a blonde wig in another room. Braden was sitting on the corner of Ms. Briggs' stainless steel desk. Tacey sat on the arm of a chair. Ms. Briggs didn't turn her dyed brown hair in Virendra's direction when she entered.

Virendra sat glumly on the chair behind Ms. Briggs' desk. It was quiet in the room and Virendra relished the silence. A petite Asian woman flitted between the rooms. Once again she disappeared into the joint chamber. Virendra sighed. They all sat quiet in the waiting room as if trying to listen to what Elita was being told.

"I wonder what our individual assignments will be," Tacey said trying to fill the silence with small talk.

"Well, we have to learn to adapt and blend into our surroundings. To me, it seems asnine to infiltrate a school for no reason. We could learn to blend and adapt anywhere. Why a school. It sounds like a bunch of bull to me," Braden replied.

Virendra agreed, but didn't reply. She knew that Braden and Elita were best friends and that Braden disliked her. By agreeing with him, he would think she was kissing up, which she could care less about. So she kept quiet and didn't say a word.

"I agree, Braden, why do they want us to go to a school. I don't believe it's to learn to fit in. We could do that at the Farm. There is an alterior motive," said Tacey predictably, she always agreed with Braden and Elita.

Before Braden or Virendra could reply, Elita and Elijah came out. Each were lugging a large suitcase the size of concert speakers.

"Hey, Elita. So, what's going on in there," Tacey said gesturing towards the other room.

"Basically we're given a role to play. I'm going to be a preppy cheerleader, rah rah!" Elita said. Braden snorted and Elita glared at him. "As I was saying, they give us a wardrobe and pretty much you make friends with people. Thankfully this school doesn't make us wear uniforms."

"That's all? Sounds dumb to me," said Braden frowning.

Virendra looked at Elita. Even after getting mussed up by Ms. Briggs, she looked perfect. Her dark brown hair was gleaming and her blue eyes were sparkling. Virendra hated her.

"Well, that's our op, so we may as well do it. We leave tomorrow morning," Elita said giving her this-conversations-over look. "anyways, Braden, you and Virendra are next."

Virendra frowned. She hoped to go in alone, she would even settle on going in with talkative Tacey, but not with Braden Walsh. Virendra's stomach flipped. She could do this, she thought to herself. It's no big deal.

Braden got up and started to walk into the other room. Sparing Elita on last look, Virendra strode in after him.

The room was large. There was a wall of mirrors across from them. Next to the door was a large wardrobe closet and in the middle of the room there were two large barber-style chairs. Virendra sat in the one on the right. There were racks of clothing between and next to the chairs as well as wigs of all colors and styles and all kinds of makeup. If she was here for any other reason, Virendra would love it. Instead she sat quietly, looking at the bright arrays of clothing and other supplies. It looked like the set of a movie and she was the star.

"Hello, hello, I'm Suzie Briggs and this is Miko Chai. Miko is the CIA's personal wardobe handler and makeup artist. Everytime an officer goes on a mission that requires some kind of disguise, Miko provides them with the neccessary equipment. Together, Miko and myself will turn you into another person. With our help, we'll provide you with everything you need to fulfill your operation."

Miko was the Asian woman that Virendra seen earlier. Ms. Briggs, or Suze as she liked to be called was nothing like Virendra expected. She imagined a sour faced old woman, but Suze was a twenty something brunette with steel colored eyes.

Braden was the first victim, as Suze jokingly called him. He was to become a jock. Miko had brought racks of Ambercrombie and Fitch and American Eagle clothes over for inspection. Anything that was his size ans sporty was packed into Braden's luggage.

"This is the wig you are to wear," said Ms. Briggs holding a longish blonde wig for his inspection.

Virendra looked over to see his reaction. Like she predicted, Braden was apalled.

"I will not wear a wig," he said gritting his teeth.

"You will wear the wig and you will like wearing it, let me show you how to put it on, Mr. Walsh," her eyes narrowed menacingly.

Virendra had to supress a laugh as Braden flinched and reluctantly allowed Suze to put on the wig. Braden continued to glare at Suze, but she ignored him and continued to brief him while putting on his wig.

"you're main job is to infiltrate Warwick Academy and become the 'big man on campus' type."

Virendra tried not to laugh again, but failed as she snorted into her hand.

"Is there a problem, Miss Martin? Did i say something to amuse you?"

When Virendra shook her head no, Ms. Briggs went over to talk to Miko.

"Are you ready for this, Virendra," Braden asked quietly.

Virendra hid her suprise and turned to him. "Yes. I've been ready for a long time."

Half an hour later, Ms. Briggs finished with Braden. It was Virendra's turn.

"Okay, Miss Martin, it's your turn. Your assignment is to be an outcast. You'll be outfitted in second hand clothes. This is your wig," Suze said holding up a dark brown layered wig.

Virendra tried not to look disappointed in her assignment. It figured that she got the worst deal. Why couldn't Elita get the role of the outcast. It took all her acting and training to not break down in tears. She just sat there and let Ms. Briggs drone on.

* * *

Elita couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, then turned and tossed. The excitement of putting her training to use was giving her an adrenaline buzz. She decided to get up and do something. Anything to get busy. All she'd been doing was daydreaming about her mission.

She decided the best way to use up her energy was by running it off. If it was any other time, Elita would box it off, but she hadn't had a nice, relaxing run in quite awhile. Elita walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of running shorts and a tank bra. On her way out the door she grabbed her Walkman.

The CIA's gym was open twenty four hours and she was thankful for it. She wondered if other agents got like this before a mission. Elita went to the warm up area and started to stretch. She turned her Walkman to the local rock station and turned it up. As the rock music filled her ears, Elita noticed a lone figure running. Elita finished her streches and started to run. As she got closer to the person, she noticed that they looked vaguely familiar. Once they ran under a light, Elita knew who it was, and she sped up to meet them. It was Braden.

Elita caught up with Braden quickly, then slowed to keep in step.

"Hi," he said, his breathing even.

"Hey," Elita replied.

The had run another mile before they spoke again.

"Couldn't sleep either?" asked Elita.

"Nope, I'm too buzzed. Had to release energy."

"Same here," she said then concentrated on her running.

The radio station Elita was listening to turned on another slow song, and Elita got fed up and changed the channel to the techno station Elijah loved.

Once she finished with her three miles, Elita walked another lap, then warmed down. Her leg muscles were burning, but she didn't care. She felt a little better.

* * *

Braden followed Elita to the mats to strech after their run. He felt replenished and more relaxed after he ran.

"Braden, do you plan on going to bed now?" Elita asked him after they were done stretching.

"No, i'm still to buzzed to go to bed. I'm way too excited. I can't believe we leave in eight hours."

"I know."

"Well, if we're not going to bed, do you want to go watch a movie? Or maybe go to the cafeteria. Or we can go to one of our rooms and prep for our mission," Braden blushed, but Elita didn't notice.

Elita was looking over Braden's shoulder towards the door. A smile creeped across her face and seemed to brighten the room. The only time Braden had seen her this happy was when -

"Coltin!" Elita ran past Braden to the door.

Braden turned around to see Elita happily hugging the tall dark haired Agent Coltin Potter. His heart fell and smile faltered.

"Hey, Lita," he said.

"Coltin! We didn't expect you until Tuesday How did you get back so early?"

"Someone owed me a favor," he said mysteriously.

Braden wanted to puke. He started to go out the other door around the corner when Coltin called him.

"Hey, Walsh!"

Braden turned around. He wished he looked as suave as Coltin who was wearing what appeared to be a new Armani suit. Automatically, he felt ashamed of his sweatpants and tank top.

"Yeah?" Braden replied wishing he was anywhere but here.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on my girl, man. I appreciate it."

"Yeah, whatever, it was nothing," Braden replied turning to leave before he seriously harmed the older agent.

"Hey, Braden," called Elita. "Do you mind if I take a raincheck? I'd really like to spend time with Coltin before i go."

Braden glanced at Coltin whose hazel eyes were trained upon Elita. "No. No, El, I don't mind."

"Thanks, ma-," Coltin started, but Braden was already out the dooe.

He felt nauseated as he went to his room. Braden decided to watch a movie, to get his mind off his mission. He chose Le Femme Nikita, Elita's favorite movie. For some reason, she liked the druggie turned assassin.

When Nikita went to dinner for her birthday with the government official, Braden finally fell asleep, his hand still ohlding the movie case.
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It's great Jamie. B)

thanks. ^_^

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Tacey Hunter didn't go to sleep, and not by choice either. Once she found out that she was going to be a skater punk, the CIA arranged for her to have a skateboarding lesson. They expected her to learn overnight.

She had the coolest wig though. It was a blue-green color and spiky. Tacey tried to concentrate on what her trainer was saying. She was just so happy she gotto be normal.

When she ot her alias earlier, Tacey couldn't help but think that there was something going on. She had put her crate down and started to go through it. At the bottom was a used Birdhouse skateboard.

"I don't know how to skateboard," she muttered to herself.

As if on cue, her phone rang.

"Hello, Tacey Hunter."

"Tacey, this is Brad. I'll be your skateboarding instructor. If you could meet me at the outdoor track in an hour, we'll start your training."

Tacey couldn't believe it. The agency seemed to read her mind. She had an hour to get ready. There was not point in showering just to get hot and sweaty. Instead, Tacey decided to pick out clothes and grab a quick bite to eat, then just show up early.

It seemed best to wear a pair of cargo pants that the agency provided her and one of her workout tanks. She pulled her red hair into a semi-loose bun, then went to her fridge and grabbed a candy abr.

Breakfast of Champions, thought Tacey. On second thoughts, make that Dinner of Champions.

Tacey munched on the Snickers bar as she put on her shoes. Once she was done, she grabbed her skateboard and was out the door.

Now, two hours later, Tacey was learning board lingo. Such as grinding, ollies, and shredding.

When Tacey first came down, she was suprised to see that her trainer, Brad was already there. She was even more suprised to see how gorgeous he was. Brad was about twenty-five. He had dark brown hair, croppedso close to his head that it looked like fuzz. His eyes were as dark as chocolate. There was a days growth of stubble on his face.

"Hi, I'm Brad, you must be Tacey."

Tacey nodded at a loss for words. As she got closer, she noticed a small scar leading into his hairline.

"Today I have to teach you the basics of skateboarding, and make you as good as possible."

"Are you an agent?" Tacey blurted out.

"Yes," an odd look crossed his face. Then it was gone. "Now, let's see how you do with moving on the board."

Now, Tacey has bemone passably well at ollies and turning around. Tacey did another olly before she stopped to ask Brad if it was alright to take a break.

"Brad, can we take a break? I'm starving."

Brad frowned. "Why didn't you eat before? Oh well, we can come back afterwards. Let's go."

Brad started to skate away from her.

"Wait up, the caf's the other way!"

"Who said anything about the cafeteria? Follow me," he yelled back.

Tacey had no choice but to follow him.

* * *

Elita still couldn't believe that Coltin was home. He was so beautiful, in a masculine way of course, but still beautiful. He was a nice as he was handsome. Elita glanced at him.

I may be in love with him, she thought.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Coltin in his deep voice. Elita sighed.

"I don't know. I was going to watch a movie, I guess."

"Whatever you want, Lita."

Elita thought quietly for a minute. "Let's go watch a movie. We'll go to my place," she said.

Elita led the way to her room as Coltin followed quietly. She was still too pumped up to sleep.

"What's new?"

Elita turned to look at Coltin. He had his arms behing his back staring at his Prada shoes.

"Nothing. Just the normal. Except for this operation."

Elita opened the door to her room. As she walked in, she flicked on the light, Elita gazed around the room. She couldn't believe in a few hours she wouldn't be here for awhile.

"Would you like something to drink? I have Coke, Sprite, apple juice, and water," she asked.

"Coke would be great."

Elita grabbed a coke and a water. "Here."

"So what are we going to watch?" Coltin asked. "Anything you want."

"Anything I want...hmm...Le Femme Nikita," said Elita grinning. She loved the movie. She also had every copy of that show on tape.

"How did I know you were going to choose that?"

"You know me too well."

Elita remembered the countless times she had sat here with Braden and watched this same movie. He even bought a copy. Elita smiled to herself.

Elita sat on the couch next to Coltin and settled in for a long night of quality time with Coltin. She ignored the hollow feeling in her heart.
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Elijah Reed was the only one of the five to fall right to sleep. After making a Chai tea, he put on some techno music and went to bed.

He dreampt of his mission. A raver. It was so easy for him to portray, yet no one knew how easy. No one knew Elijah was a dj at a nightclub near headquarters. DJ Enigma. It fitted him well. Elijah was a curious mystery.

For the last few years, he'd been secretly teaching himself to dj. Luckily the CIA's rooms were soundproof. The last thing Elijah needed was someone to know his secrets.

In his drea,. he was at the club spinning a rock mix. A pretty girl was swaying back and forth infront of him. When he finished his set, she gestured for him to follow her. She led him to a nearly empty room and ordered them both cokes.

The girl was part latina. She had beautiful golden skin and mysterious eyes.

"Hi, I'm Elijah," he said.

"I'm Lupe."

"So...what's up?"

"There's something I have to tell you."

"What's that?"

She gestured for him to come closer. "Goodbye."

Then she stabbed him in the stomach.

Elijah woke with a start. What was that all about, he thought. Probably all the caffiene.

Then went back to sleep.

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wow...what happens next? I think its very good :D

thanks. i got to type up more. ^_^

tomorrow, i promise. arash side tracked me.

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Elita still couldn't believe that Coltin was home. He was so beautiful, in a masculine way of course, but still beautiful. He was a nice as he was handsome. Elita glanced at him.

I may be in love with him, she thought.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Coltin in his deep voice. Elita sighed.

"I don't know. I was going to watch a movie, I guess."

"Whatever you want, Lita."

Elita thought quietly for a minute. "Let's go watch a movie. We'll go to my place," she said.

Elita led the way to her room as Coltin followed quietly. She was still too pumped up to sleep.

"What's new?"

Elita turned to look at Coltin. He had his arms behing his back staring at his Prada shoes.

"Nothing. Just the normal. Except for this operation."

Elita opened the door to her room. As she walked in, she flicked on the light, Elita gazed around the room. She couldn't believe in a few hours she wouldn't be here for awhile.

"Would you like something to drink? I have Coke, Sprite, apple juice, and water," she asked.

"Coke would be great."

Elita grabbed a coke and a water. "Here."

"So what are we going to watch?" Coltin asked. "Anything you want."

"Anything I want...hmm...Le Femme Nikita," said Elita grinning. She loved the movie. She also had every copy of that show on tape.

"How did I know you were going to choose that?"

"You know me too well."

Elita remembered the countless times she had sat here with Braden and watched this same movie. He even bought a copy. Elita smiled to herself.

Elita sat on the couch next to Coltin and settled in for a long night of quality time with Coltin. She ignored the hollow feeling in her heart.
* * *

Elijah Reed was the only one of the five to fall right to sleep. After making a Chai tea, he put on some techno music and went to bed.

He dreampt of his mission. A raver. It was so easy for him to portray, yet no one knew how easy. No one knew Elijah was a dj at a nightclub near headquarters. DJ Enigma. It fitted him well. Elijah was a curious mystery.

For the last few years, he'd been secretly teaching himself to dj. Luckily the CIA's rooms were soundproof. The last thing Elijah needed was someone to know his secrets.

In his drea,. he was at the club spinning a rock mix. A pretty girl was swaying back and forth infront of him. When he finished his set, she gestured for him to follow her. She led him to a nearly empty room and ordered them both cokes.

The girl was part latina. She had beautiful golden skin and mysterious eyes.

"Hi, I'm Elijah," he said.

"I'm Lupe."

"So...what's up?"

"There's something I have to tell you."

"What's that?"

She gestured for him to come closer. "Goodbye."

Then she stabbed him in the stomach.

Elijah woke with a start. What was that all about, he thought. Probably all the caffiene.

Then went back to sleep.

* * *

Braden woke the next morning at 6:50. He had exactly ten minutes to get to the Op Office. His head throbbed for no reason and the banging wasn't helping. As he looked around the apartment to see what was pounding, he noticed the television was on and buzzing. That wasn't what was pounding, yet he turned it off.

When he straightened up, his eyes settled on the door. Moments later he heard someone yelling to him.

"Braden! Get up! We're going to be late!"

It was Elita.

"Hang on, let me change," he said going over to let her in. "Come on in, I'm going to change before we go."

"Make it fast. We've got seven minutes," she said checking her watch.

* * *

Elita sat on the couch and waited for Braden. It wasn't like him ot be late. She looked around the apartment. It was impeccible as usual, except there was a movie case on the ground. She picked it up. It was Le Femme Nikita. She placed it on the table.

Just then Braden walked out of the bedroom. He was shirtless. Elita's mouth seemed to produce twice as much saliva as she looked over his well defined stomach and arms. She looked back at the movie case.

"Sorry, I decided to wear one of the shirts they gave me," he said walking to his luggage case and picking out a plaid shirt.

"That's fine, just hurry. What did you do last night? Stay up and watch Le Femme Nikita too?" she asked teasingly.

"You watched Le Femme Nikita too?" he echoed. "I mean, yeah, I did."

"Cool. So, I wonder what's going to happen. Four minutes, Braden," she added checking her watch.

"Ready," he said pulling on running shoes.

"Okay, let's go," she said picking up her luggage.

Together they walked down the quiet halls to the Operations Office. Ms. Briggs was there in a dark blue dress leaning against the counter sipping coffee. Everyone else was already there sitting quietly, luggage at their feet.

"Now that we're all here, I'll tell you what is going to happen," said Suze placing her coffee on the counter and walking to the head of the room.

The nodded and she continued.

"We'll spend the next week entering you all into Warwick Academy. It is located on the outskirts of Washington DC. School lets out at three in the afternoon and curfew is ten on weekdays and midnight on weekends. You will all be boarding. It will seem suspicious if you all joined at the same time. Virendra is the first person to go, followed by Elijah. Then Tacey, Braden, and Elita. You all should try to fit in and also, try to meet once a week in private to share information. You will be there for roughly six months," she paused. "In that time, you are to befriend and blend. You've all had relatively sheltered lives, you need to see how people really are."

When Tacey started to say something, Suze put her hand up to silence her.

"You all have pretty much only known agents. But there are many types of people. You need to learn this first hand, we cannot teach this. You could easily be fooled by an agent who is a good actor and puts on a guise. Teenagers today are a lot like actors and actresses. They put on acts and masks to hide their true selves. You'll each be provided with a car for personal use. This school is basically a junior college. You can come and go as you please as long as you keep your grades. Also remember this school is filled with spoiled rich kids. Play your roles. You're dismissed, a car will be around front to drive you to the safehouse. Remember where it is. Good luck," with that, Suze left.

One by one, they left the office heading to the front of the building. There was a large black van infront.

Elita and Braden snagged the far back seat, Tacey and Elijah sat infront of them. In the first bench, all alone with the luggage was Virendra.

Elita pulled out a copy of Sense and Sensibility from her bag and read.

* * *

I love it.

thanks. :unsure:

I think its really good ^_^

thanks....i dunno....i'm not sure if its really good... :unsure:

yea it is

of course it is we're talking to Oasis aren't we? LoL

lol, thanks.

come on write the rest...lol sry

please please please please write more! i love this story. you are really good at describing things. leaving this rift between ren and the rest really makes me want to find out what happens to her.
KBG

thanks. i hope to have it updated by monday.

monday, ok! i really love this story. i like how you describe things
KBG

yea I really like this story too.

is it monday yet? blah! i hate sunday, it should be monday! STORY!
KBG

Your story is great! How close are you to done the next part?

almost done. it will be long though

its TUESDAY! i need more story! yay! i like long chapters. i was wondering last night why there wasnt a smart type character. like math club and speech person. just wondering.
kbg
MORE MORE MORE!

I agree with kbg...MORE STORY!! and I LIKE LONG CHAPTERS...lol I"m such a freak..

me and hope are going crazy here! we are desperately seeking more story!
KBG

Long chapters are good! I can't wait!

ok, tomorrow.... i need more story... i miss it!
KBG

MORE MORE MORE!!!

I need help...I've become addicted to fan fic. I REALLY LIKE THIS STORY!! PLEASE MORE!!!! :bounce:

Do you think you could PM me when you've updated?

School ;) I don't have to go for another week :P

i'll pm everyone. i have been busy with school.

i understand and will cease being a spaz
KBG

same here...but I dont want to go <_<