Sara Raft: Agent Of Nothing, Part 3

I woke up in... a hospital, where else? Anyway, It was a actually nice hospital. Lots of food, there were flowers, and my room had a window. It was nice. Everyone was nice too. They didn't try to talk bout what had happened, and talked to me.

There was a cloud hanging over the place though. My arms, which had fifty-nine cuts split between them. I had got out with one minute left. My arms also hurt like crazy.

You know how positive I am now? I wasn't then. I acted like the hospital was another prison. I didn't talk back to the nurses and doctors. I was silent... and miserable. The hospital, was just holding me back, from what I really wanted to do. I was going to Alaska... I'll tell you why another time.

Then one day, Jill came to visit.

"Hey..." she said. I didn't say anything. "How are you?" I was silent. "I just came to visit... you know, to make sure you were okay?" I still said nothing. "I'm sorry that it happened. You don't blame me, do you?" I didn't but I didn't tell her. "Well, um... I'll see you... when you get out?" the she left. I felt terrible later, but then I was just silent.

"Thank you... for listening.

"It's my job, isn't it?" says Dr. Warren Ellis. My shrink, I'm lying down on a couch while he talks to me. Yeah, I need a shrink. "Though there's something I want to tell you."

"What is it?" I say.

"Well, throughout that entire story you just told me, you kept switching... personalities. First you were dead serious, then you were more lighthearted, then you were serious again."

"So?"

"That means you're trying to change yourself. That's not good, and most people who do that are trying to hide. Kinda like you're putting up barriers."

"That's... the stupidest thing I've ever heard." 

"I think its true."

"Can I go now?"

"No. First I want to do a exercise  with you."

"But I don't have any sweats." he just stares at me like I had just proved his point.

"I want you to describe yourself, like you had just met someone new... that's blind." I look at him, he looks kinda hipster. He's got glasses, a afro, and even a white tank top... which looks awful on him.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

"Fine. My name is Sara Raft. I am four feet, five inches tall. I have blue eyes, and auburn hair. My skin tone is a dark tan, and I have long fingers."

"Are you done?"

"Yes."

"OK... you sound like a zombie, but like I promised, my turn. My name is Warren Ellis, though I don't really look like a Warren. I'm bald (unfortunally) so I wear hats. I have green eyes, and tattoos that run all the way down my arms. One of them is a dragon. Do you see the difference, Sara?"

"Yes... can I go?"

"Fine." I get up, and walk out the door. Though I have to come back next week.

Sara Raft: Agent Of Nothing, Part 2

I woke up... scared. I was in a dark room, and I heard voices coming from another room "... And for every minute we don't get our ransom, we cut her. If we don't get it in a hour, she dies!" Cut? I looked at my arm... and wished I hadn't. Thirty red cuts ran down my arm. Then the pain set in, and it felt like my arm was on fire!!! I was scared. Really scared. My breathing got heavier, my heart started to race. I couldn't help what happened next: "HELP!!! HELP!!!" I SCREAMED! That's when they walked in.

"Ah, look she is awake."

"Yes, this next cut is going to hurt."

"Our ears." One of them bent down. He was carrying a knife. My heart picked up even faster. The blade touched me. Then it sliced in, slowly. I screamed "AUGHH!!!" I was almost crying. I wasn't less scared. "Why are you doing this?" I sobbed.

"Why?" said one.

"Because..." He bent down on one knee, on eye level with me. "...it's fun." said the other. They were crazy. You always here about these crazy people, but you never think about them... until you're their victims.

"Oh look, another minute has passed." I screamed.

"She seems to scream everytime we cut her." He looked a me like I was a science project. Part of his sick delusion.

"I can give you money." I said.

"We don't want your money." He said.

"We want their money, and we have the perfect hostage." said the other.

"You're one of the brightest minds of this generation. They'll do anything to get you back."

"Anything... look another minute." I screamed again as he cut me.

"You're right she does scream everytime we cut her." then everything became a blur. Another minute passed, I screamed. Another minute, I screamed. One minute, one scream. I was getting closer and closer to sixty cuts. That was when I'd die.

Then something happened. I heard a noise, a gunshot. The glass window broke, and one of them fell to the ground.

"Wh..." said the other, but he never finished. He was on the floor too. Both were dead. Then I passed out.

Sara Raft, Agent Of Nothing

You've got to understand, I didn't mean for my life to be like this... it just happened. "Sarrrrrra come out and play! I know you're there Sara, and if you don't do something, the hostages will die. And you do want that on you, do you?"

"No chance in hell." I whispered, but I was terrified on the inside. The kind of terrified that makes you want to lay down and cry.  Then one of the thugs looking for me, came over to my hiding place. I shot him, and he fell to the ground. Good thing dart guns aren't lethal. Though the asleep body was bound to attract attention. I had to move.

I was at what I call "The Crossroads". It's a moment in time where there are a bunch of different possibilities could happen. One of the guards could see me, the hostage taker could get a itchy trigger finger, or maybe I'd sneeze. Thankfully I was able to move and not be seen. I was behind new cover now, one step closer to the hostages. Then I was it from behind! Pain ebbed through my head, I said "Aw hell..." then... nothing.

"Interesting..." he says.

"It is... can I go now?" I say.

"Could you start from the beginning."

"I did."

"I mean... what led you there?"

"Oh... fine."

I was at my penthouse, getting ready to go out. Then someone knocked on my door.

"Who is it?"

"C'mon Sara, who else has access up here."

"My friend Jill."

"This is Jill."

"Why didn't you say so? I can't see through doors."

"Ha, now can I come in?"

"It's unlocked."

"Seriously?" Then she walked in. "Why aren't you dressed?" I wasn't

"I'm getting dressed." All I had managed to get on was my underwear. We were going to a charity auction, where they were selling Jill's work. She was a sculptor.

"Why are you never dressed when I get here? Also can I have food?"

"Why are you always hungry when you get here?"

"Cause I am."

"That's my answer to getting dressed."

"So can I have something."

"Anything from the cabinets." She went into the kitchen, and I finished getting dressed. I got into my red dress, then went to the kitchen.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Sure" we walked out, and got into Jill's car. We didn't talk because Jill says it distracts her. It was a long drive, I starting to get bored, but then... we were there. Almost immediately, Jill started to talk again, she was starting to look like she'd explode if she didn't talk.

"Did I tell you about my new piece?"

"No, what is it?"

"I tried to create a commentary on all these super guys that keep popping up." Supers was what we called people with powers. No one really knew where they came from, they just popped up one morning. "So anyway. The statue is split into thirds. The first third is blue and looks heroic. These are the supers that are heroes. The second slice is wearing civilian clothes and is painted gray. This is the side that hides there powers. The third part, is red and looks evil. These are the villains." 

"Wow... that was a really in depth explanation"

"I know... I wrote it."

"Heh." we walked in. It was really just a small art gallery, but they had table and a bunch of celebrities. One of these guys walked up to me and said:

"Sara Raft..." he said "...welcome to the party. I love your company, Raft Tech."
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"Thank you... who are you?" I tilted my head, like I was studying him.

"..." then he just walked away, without saying a thing.

"Who was that?" I asked Jill.

"Heck if I know. Hey look the biddings about to start." but it never got to start. The door flung open, like someone had kicked it! Then two masked men walked in and yelled "Everybody down!!!" He shot his rifle into the air. The sound was painful. "I said down!!!" Everybody went down on their knees. Then he looked around the room, and saw me.

"You." he said. "Come with me." my heart was racing, I was terrified, but I went with him. He took me outside to a truck. My heart was going faster and not stopping. Then he blindfolded me, which didn't still my heart. Then I was in the back of the van and driving away. Terrified.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Epilogue Part 2, Katherine Danvers

After the crowd dispersed, I met with my father. He told me I had been in there for seven days. Seven days later I was back in school, like it never happened, and being hunted. It seemed everyone wanted to be my friend, and hear about how I fell in love with a spy. You will not believe how many James Bond jokes I heard.

Though I really did love Brian. Did, I... I just how do I know if he really liked me, or if it was all a act. A ploy to get closer to the president. Though I'll never find out, because I haven't seen him since we were hostages. He probably went back to the states.

The leader was executed though. We never did get to learn his full name, and now we'll never know. As for the country... we finally named it: Sorrow. Our name is a apology to the world.

                                                                                                          

                                                                                                          THE END

Infiltration And Retaliation, Epilogue Part 1, Brian Bagely

Once we got out, everyone there crowded Kate, like she was a hero. In a way... I guess she was. But while everyone crowded her, I slipped away and ran. I got to a small part where no one was there, then I called a helicopter. I was going home, going home. I didn't want to go home... but it was because of Kate, and we know why that wouldn't work.

In the heli, I was debriefed. The tape I had recorded had enough evidence to prove the country's innocence. The U.S. government apparently trusted them enough to let them decide the Leader's punishment. Which turned out to be execution, karma's a @#$%*.

When I got back home, I went to college to become a engineer. My family didn't want to see me. What was funny though was that I really loved Kate. She even managed to teach me something: you can't spend your entire life helping, you have to follow your dreams... unless your dream is to help. Then you're gold.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 8

I woke up in... a small, dark room, there was only one door... and it was locked. "Oh MY GOD!!! We've been captured. We're hostages!!!" I was yelling and screaming and panicking. This was always the kinda thing that happened to other people... then you realized you are other people to other people. My breathing became heavier, and heavier. It was getting hard to breath. The walls were closing in! "HELPPPPP!!!"

"Brian..." a voice said, but it wasn't just a voice. It was Kate's. "Brian?"

"Kate?" just hearing her made me calm down.

"Brian, stop. You need to calm down."

"But... but"

"It looks like we are hostages. We aren't dead. You need to stop."

"But... but... how are you staying calm?"

"Because you're here." There was silence.

"I'm going to die." I said.

"Why do you think that."

"Because I'm useless! You're the presidents daughter! They'll want you! I'm just your butler."

"Brian..."

"You know it's true." I heard her shift closer in the darkness. I still couldn't see a thing.

"Brian?"

"Yeah?" then I felt her lips on mine. We were kissing. Then I was blinded. There was a click, and light flooded the place. The door opened.

"What an adorable display of affection."

"You." she said.

"You?" I said.

"What?!You?! Nooooooooooo!!! that's what I wanted to hear. But I guess 'You' is fine." It was the spy leader. The crazy man, he had betrayed everyone. He said the words faster than I could hear them. "And guess what, hot lips? That insult was for you to share, by the way." 

I put my hand in my pocket and turned on my recorder. It was part of the spy package. Thankfully the crazy dude didn't notice. "So guess what, kiddies. You're in the rebel base. YAYYYYY!!! I'm, as you might have guessed, the rebel leader! That means I launched the nukes, I ordered the suicide bomb (I didn't do it personally, or else I wouldn't be here.), and I took you hostage. I also really like explosions... like Michael Bay!!! Me and him are almost brothers! Anyway you're hostages until your father..." He nodded at Kate "...meets my demands!"

There was silence while our brains caught up. Then Kate said:

"And those would be?"

"For his country to become part of America again! DUH!!!" He turned around and walked out. Then he said: "P.S. honey! Your boyfriends a spy!"

"What!!!" he walked back in. My face was turning red, and Kate looked halfway to tears

"It's true. You see it's quite simple. I found the spy leader, killed him, dumped his body on the Brick House doorstep, and took his place! I've been playing both sides, like a lonely person plays chess with himself!" Then he walked out.

"Kate..." SMACK!!! I was on the floor. My cheek stung. She slapped me.

"Get out of my life!!!"

The rest of our time there was spent not talking to each other. She hated me, she really hated me. One second we were in love. The next... she hated me.

I don't know how long we were in there, but one day we heard gunshots outside. CRASHHH!!! The door was broken down and troopers came in. Then we were brought outside. Now we were free.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 7

Honestly... I was nervous, about my... would you call it a date? It was my first date, and I had no idea how it worked. Brian had probably been on dates before... he just struck me as someone who had. I was hoping he wouldn't talk about them... that is, if he had them. For all I knew he was just as alone as me...

I had asked someone  who worked there to get me clothes and she had. I was already changed. I walked over, and looked at myself in the mirror. Myself looked back at me. I was dressed in a red dress, which looked good with my dark skin and hair. I did look good, call it vanity or not. I did notice how short I was, compared to the other kids at my private school. It didn't really bother me, but I was teased for it. I was teased for lots of things.

But that didn't matter now. Brian had just walked in yelling "Back!!! Back I say!!!"

"Are those reporters still out there?"

"Yup. Ready for our date?"

"You say that so causally."

"You mean I can't be casual? Is that why nothing lasts longer than one date?!... It all makes sense now."

"Stop that."

"Fine, can't I have my life revelations?"

"No you can't. That's my job."

"Got it." we walked out the door... and was blinded. Cameras. I hate cameras. I also hate yelling, like how the reporters were yelling.

"Miss Danvers, who is that?"

"Where are you going?!"

"What are you're thoughts on the bombing?!"

I just told them:

"No comment."

"Is that you're boyfriend?!"

"... Maybe... now go away! Or I'll get a restraining order!" Me and Brain kept walking, where we eventually got to the car he had taken to get here. His face was red... so was mine.

"Sooooo... we're maybe in a relationship? he said.

"Yeah... but it got them to go away."

"True. You handled that way."

"You get used to it."

"I guess so. You know lots of people want that."

"The paparazzi?"

"They all want to be famous."

"I'd give anything to not be." at this point we were at the restaurant. It was actually a nice one. I wondered how he was going to afford it. We were seated and had our orders taken, then we started to talk again.

"So how...' I stopped to think. Then I said: "... your childhood?"

"Well... honestly?" I nodded.

"Crap."

"What? How?"

"Well... how about an example. I was thirteen and not in a good way. I had some bullies chasing me. Just these snot nosed kids that were stronger, so they thought they could beat me up. 'Hey Brian!' sneered one of them whose name... I forgot. One of the others joined in and said:

'Yeah! What are ya running home to play nurse to your dad?!' I wasn't afraid of them, but kinda annoyed.

'It's not my fault he's sick.' but they kept teasing. 'Listen dumb buts I don't want trouble'

'Well we're giving it to you!' then they started to hit me. My dad had brain damage, and needed lots of help. I spent a lot of time in hospital waiting rooms. I guess that's why I do what I do: because helping is the only thing I know how to do." I just looked at him, it was sad, but That couldn't be it.

"Is that it?"

"What?"

"I mean, I understand you had bad moments, but it's impossible to have a completely bad childhood."

"No it's not, I'm the exception."

"That's just your problem! You focus to much on the bad! You focus on it so much that you forget the good!"

"But..."

"Listen, my Mom died of cancer. I was really sad, but I still managed to have good memories."

"Like... my first sculpture. It was a glossy one of a phoenix. I showed it to my dad. Who loved it. It was my first work, and you know what my dad did? He helped me sell it. And it got put in a museum, it' still there."

"Wow... but there are the bad moments right?"

"Yeah... I get teased at school."

"Your private school? Aren't all the other kids rich there too?"

"Yeah but I still get teased."

"They're just jealous."

"Yeah." By the time that conversation ended our food was there, and we had finished eating. Brian paid and we left. It was actually kinda of fun, I really didn't see what the big deal was. We just talked and ate.

Once we outside, I turned to Brian and said: "This... was nice."

"Yeah, I had fun."

"Me too." He actually leaned in, we were about to kiss. BASHHHH!!! Pain exploded through my head, and I fell to the ground. Then everything was black.
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Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 6

I walked out of that room as fast as the reporters would clear. I had not only just asked my boss on a date (a strict no-no), and I had lied to her at the same time. I lied, I wasn't going to reunite with old friends, I was going to a abandoned warehouse to meet up with some other spies. Secrets and lies, the story of my life. I was going to the meeting to swap info with the others, and boyyyyyyy did I have some juicy info!

Besides info, we spies would finally get to meet each other. The U.S. had kinda sent us in blind. There was one person I really wanted to meet though: whoever the hell was in charge. I mean, someone had to be... right?

But when I walked into the warehouse... there were over fifty people there! There were that many of us! "How big of an operation is this?" I thought. Then I... I started to feel nauseous. Like I was going to puke. So instead of socializing, I stood in the corner. I never liked crowds.

A couple minutes later, some guy jumped up on a podium pushed to the back of the room. He yelled

"Why hellooooooooooooo everyone! As you all know this is our first meeting, and as you don't know: I brought the donuts! But let's get down to business... I have no info for you! Do any of you have info? Do you? Do you?!"

I looked at my watch, he said all that in five seconds, and as if on cue everyone started to look at each other. Each of them kinda expected someone to say something. Then I stood up and said:

"Sir, I have some intelligence." I tried to put on my best no nonsense voice.

"OKAY!!!! Son, come on up and take your prize!!!!" the crowd parted as I walked down there, It felt like I was god! He stepped down from the podium and I stepped up. I kinda stood there, staring at the crowd. Then, I swallowed and spoke:

"Umm... hello? Well uh... my name is Brian Bagely, and yesterday... um... well simply put: I'm the reason the president's daughter is still alive. And the president gave me a pass that would get me anywhere in the Brick House. Y'know, this country's version of the White House. He gave me it as a sign of his trust, and I believe we can use it to finally get some answers. Thank you." Everyone clapped and cheered. Not really for me, but because this meant our mission was almost over. I stepped down and the leader stepped up.

"BRIAN BAGELY, EVERYONE!!!! Son we'd give you a medal but we don't have anything! NOW!!! Does anyone else have anything to say?" No one else said anything. "OKAY THEN!!! Get out of my sight y'all! And keep on spying!!!" He walked out but everyone else stayed. Then someone got up on the podium and said:

"Everyone, I'd like a moment of piece for our fallen brother. Stan Kirby, he gave his life, for us to the truth." Everyone bowed their heads, and it stayed that way for twenty minutes. Then he continued "Stan had been posing as a army general, then his cover was blown and he died But he was one of the bravest people I ever met, thank you."

He was finished now, and then everyone shuffled out the door, silently.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 5

The next day was spent in a hospital. Nurses and doctors swarmed around me, but no one stopped to talk to me. No one brought me anything to do, people cared for me, but no one paid any attention to me. To summarize: I was lonely.

Though not for long, soon Brian and my father came to visit. Both at once.

"How ya doing Katie" asked my father

"Good, thank you."

"I brought you something." it was a clay kit. A exceptionally good one. It even had putty knives.

"Thank you father." Then I set to work, making my next masterpiece, right on the hospital sheets.

"I have someone to thank too." he said "Mr. Bagely... thank you for saving my daughter."

"Aw it was nuthin!... I mean you are quite welcome sir."

"Seriously, thank you. I would be lost without her. I would like to reward you." it was nice to hear him say that he'd be lost without me.

"I don't need a reward."

"Please... take this. It's all access pass to the Brick House. It'll get you pass all the security. It's the ultimate sign of my trust."

"Wow... thanks."

"Bagely..." I said "... May I talk to my father... in private?"

"Uh... yeah... I guess... I'll just go stand... outside." I could tell he looked hurt, but this conversation with my father needed to happen. He left and I started to ask:

"What really happened?" my father answered:

"It was the rebellion, they had one of their own members commit suicide... with a bomb jacket."

"Has their been any other activity?"

"None they've been silent since... why are you asking all these questions?"

"Because..."

"Because?"

"Because I'm scared! Scared that it will happen again. Scared that one of us will get hurt... that you'll get hurt."

"Oh Katie... I don't know what to tell you. I..."

"You have to go... don't you?"

"I'm sorry."

"Go. The country needs you to lead."

"I have something else to tell you."

"What?"

"The paparazzi is outside... just... be careful."

"How'd you get past them?"

"Told them I'd raise the price of paper."

"Did they scream?"

"Loudly."

"Heh. Bye Dad" he walked out and Brian walked in.

"Man it's like a sea of piranha out there."

"That bad huh."

"Yep, but I didn't tell them anything."

"Good soldier."

"Whatcha working on?"I looked at the clay I had been playing with, it looked like a lizard with wings.

"A dragon."

"Cool! You feeling okay."

"Fine... why do you ask?"

"You stopped talking all proper and you're also using contractions."

"I honestly did not notice."

"Anddddddd... you're proper again. Got any favorite movies?" It was obvious he was trying to take my mind off things, so I kept talking.

"I like the Star Wars movies."

"That's cool. You like Star Trek? My favorites are James Bond. Being a spy always sounded cool. I also watched Back To The Future. A classic, all three movies. Even when the third made no sense! I also..."

"Hey! Why not let me talk?"

"Oh... okay. Why don't you tell me about your sculptures?"

"You talk a lot when you're not a butler."

"That's a sentence you here every day!" I glared at him. "Shutting up now."

"So you wanted to here about my sculptures? To be completely honest with you... I've made so many I can't remember them all."

"I've never had the problem. I don't do the work, so I can't forget it."

"You are not funny. Anyway, I did manage to sell some."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Cool!"

"You keep saying that, I don't think you know what it means."

"Hey... you know what? We should do this again."

"You're leaving?"

"I have a meeting all the way across town. Some old friends wanted to meet up."

"That's okay go on ahead."

"That wasn't what I was going to say. I was going to say: when you get out... would you like to get some dinner?"

"Oh... yes. They say I'll be out tomorrow."

"Perfect, see you then." Then he left. Outside of my door I heard "Out of my way you parasites! Miss Katherine is still not better!" The noise outside quieted down, and then I was alone...again.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 4

I ran. Faster than I had ever run. It was all a blur, the man, the bomb jacket, all of it. I was carrying Kate down the street, she bled, I ran. I ran right to the hospital. Things were still a blur here. I yelled god knows what, and a bunch of doctors came out. They wheeled here away to what I'm guessing is a surgery room. For all I know they could have taken here into a back-lot.

The blur stopped, I was in a waiting room, alone. No one there but me. There were magazines, but I didn't read. There was vending machines, but I didn't eat. I had thoughts of course. "Where's Miss Danvers?" was one "What's happening?" was another and "And where is her father? Wouldn't he be here? And worried like me? Does he even know?" was too. Finally I thought "I wish someone would tell me what's going on." Almost like someone heard me, a doctor walked in.

"Oh my god! I... is she okay?" I jumped out of my seat, almost yelling.

"She is fine. It was only a piece of debris, but..."

"But?"

"She is ready for visitors, do you want to go in?"

"Are you kidding? YES!!!"

"Okay, follow me please." Everything was a blur again, but this time it was because I was so excited. All I remember is a couple of hallways, and then we were in her room.

"I'll leave you two alone." and the doctor left. Kate was just sitting there, a bandage half her face. I kinda just stood there, wondering what to say, then I finally said

"Are you okay?"

"I... I am fine. Are you okay?"

"I hate hospitals, but I'm fine none the less."

"Why do you hate..."

"No reason! So the doctor said it was only some debris."

"Hurts like hell."

"Heh, I bet."

"Do you have a phone?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I need to call my dad."

"Okay." I handed her the phone. "Do you want me to leave?"

"If you don't mind. You could go back home if you want."

"Thank you." and then I left.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 3

"You can begin by doing your job."

"Ummm... my job is for you to tell me what to do."

"HAHA, that is actually funny." I don't know why I laughed at that. It was not that funny. Something about Brian just made me laugh. "Heh. I need to go to the marketplace."

"What for?"

"Clay. May we go there?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Because, since my father made you my bodyguard, you have control over where I go."

"Hmm... any danger?"

"Not unless you're allergic to animals."

"I guess."

"Let us go then." The marketplace was close to our home, about one block away. Because of this it didn't take long to get there. The marketplace itself is different.

There are about ten blocks of stalls, and there is at least one for everything. Groceries, games, cats, are just some of them. Brian looked a little lost, almost like he had never been there before, but I knew exactly where to go. The art supplies stall. For once Brian was silent, as I walked to the stall. When I got there the owner, Hilda said:

"Katherine, so good to see you. Here to get your clay?" She was a thin, old, woman, but she was sweet and loved her work. I even owned some of the paintings she did.

"Yes ma'am"

"And who's this."

"This is Bagely, he's our butler, and here to help us."

"That's nice. Your clay is five dollars." We traded, I gave her the money, and she gave me the clay. As we walked away she said: "Come back soon."

We kept walking, stopping to look at stalls. When Brian finally said what had on obviously been on his mind.

"What do you need clay for?"

"What do you think?"

"Sculpting."

"Correct."

"Could I see some of your work?"

"... It is private."

"Oh... why don't you trust me."

"I... it is..."

"Forget it that was out of line." but he was right. I didn't trust him, I didn't trust anyone. I think that's why I did what I did next. he said.

"Do you think I could get a book?"

"Do it on your free time."

"But ma'am... I don't get any free time."

"It is a problem, is it not?" Then I just smirked at him and walked ahead. When I looked back he looked hurt, but I... I do not know why I did that. He honestly did not deserve that.

Then someone yelled:

"For the rebellion!"

"Miss get down!" BOOOM!!!!!! I was thrown behind something, there was heat coming from all sides. Then everything was dark.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 2

"Miss are you ready for your walk." The president and his daughter looked at each other like I had walked in on them with their pants down. Eugh, that came out wrong. They kept talking, but I couldn't hear anything. Finally Kate walked out and I followed. "What was that about?" I asked.

"What was what about."

"That look you gave your dad."

"You're is not to question why, you're is but to do and die. I believe that is what we pay you to do." she flipped her hair out of the way, kinda like she was saying she was better, then she walked ahead

Geez not only did she not like me, but she also quoted poetry at me. Why is everything so freakin' hard? Please tell me it's just a way of learning. I ran to catch up.

"Why do you even need a bodyguard? You're just walking in your manor gardens. Afraid a bug will be packing a revolver?"

"You're is not to question why..."

"Mine is but to do and die. Believe it or not I can quote poetry too. Now can you finally give me a straight answer?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I could have you freakin' hired for talking to me like this. So if I were you I'd shut up!" She walked ahead and left me behind again. That was kinda scary. I had never heard her talk like that before. I ran to catch up again.

"What was that?"

"Have you not already asked that?"

"You kinda blew up back there. I thought you acted prim and proper and all that."

"Maybe I don't act that way around lowly workers." Ouch. I could almost hear the studio audience going "Oooooooooooo." I really needed to stop there but I didn't.

"Let's start again."

"Let us."

"Well then, I'm Brian, your butler. Is there anything you need me to do Miss...?"

"... Katherine, and I need you to do your job."

"Um... my job is for you to tell me what to do." She laughed, a small laugh but it was a laugh. It was also a start.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Story Part 1

The story began a long time ago, but my small, part started in my father's office. This is where I came in, where I became a player. I had gone to my father's office to ask for... I... I do not remember, but it is not important. When I walked in though, my father had his hands on head. Almost tearing out his hair.

"What's wrong Dad?" I asked? He just looked at me. "I mean, Is anything wrong Father."

"Yes Katie... something is very wrong."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I... I don't think so."

"Do you need to talk about it?"

"... You're a good girl. Do I tell you that enough?"

"Do you want to talk about?"

"... Last night someone hacked into our database and stole some government secrets."

"What kind of secrets?"

"Now Katie, if I told you... they wouldn't be secrets." My father, ever the jokester, but it kinda, I mean though it hurt he didn't want to tell me everything.

"Did they leave anything? Calling cards? Mistakes?"

"A video, here watch." he opened his laptop, clicked a few things, and then a video started to play. A man a appeared on the screen. He was tall, but had this wild look in eye, and a beard that wouldn't let you see his face. Then he started talking.

"Why helloooooo Mister President!!! And greetings from the rebellion!!! Thanks for the info, this is real juicy reading materiel!!! Don't know what I'm going to do with it but hey!!! The message got through to you. But we have another problem!!! You see when I/You/Your Government/not actually me but a small stealth team, nuked The USA I thought that'd be enough to start a World War 3! I was wrong though! You can expect more attacks from me/the rebellion! P.S. I found a US spy in my ranks this morning, I'd watch my back if I were you. Byeeeeeeee!!!"

I looked at my watch, he said that all in twenty seconds. My father just looked at me again.

"I think that just raised more questions, than answers." he said.

"Hmmm, about the spies: The United States said they didn't believe us about the rebellion, how is there spies then?"

"I really don't know. Where else could there be spies."

"Nobody knows."

"Hmm."

"...Um..."

"What is it."

"Why did you just... share all this."

"Because you asked." I gave him a stare that said everything.

"Because I have no one else. No one to talk to. No one to confide in. No one to share the burden of the crown with. Except you."

"How poetic."

"It's true." we were then interrupted by our butler, Bagely.

"Miss..." he said "It's time for your walk."

"I always walk alone."

"You're father said..." I looked at my father.

"It's very dangerous, especially now."

"But what if he's a sp..."

"Just go with him, please. For me."

"Okay." then I walked out followed by Bagely.

Infiltration And Retaliation, Introduction, Part 2

Hi my name is Brian Bagely. I was born in the USA, but I look pretty Hawaiian, tall, dark hair, tan skin, everything. My looks are probably why I'm here in the first place. Though I have a question: how do you get people to trust you?

I'm an agent of the US government, sent over here to spy on this country. They were looking for anyone Hawaiian that wanted to be sent over here, so I joined up. It wasn't like I had anything else to do, but the reason I'm here is completely different.

About a few months ago, we were nuked by this tiny country, which was horrible by itself, but when we ask why. They give us a bull@#$% story about rebels. But of course, what does the US do? Send in the spies! Don't fight back, send in spies! I was recruited and sent in. My cover is the butler (cliche I know) for their president. I know there are others, but I don't know who they are. That's how uninformed we are.

Everything was fine until the idiot posing as a army general, got himself killed. Making them suspect other spies. Making my job a million times harder!

Which brings us back to the question: how people to trust you? Do try to become friends? Save their lives? Give them stuff?

I will say this: there is something going on. Something is happening, rebels or no rebels. Someone is keeping that something a secret though. So how d uncover secrets, when someone watches your every move. How do you get that someone to trust you? And why am I asking so many questions!?

Infiltration And Retaliation, Introduction, Part 1

Who do you trust? That's the question to ask. I'm not talking about which friend to trust with a most guarded secret, but invasion of ones home and who to trust then. Though I'm most likely getting ahead of myself. Let me give you a history lesson.

It is the year 2041, and, though we do not have flying cars, things are different. You see, about nine and a half years ago, oil was found on half of the Hawaiian islands. The United States government wanted to stat drilling, but the people who lived there wouldn't allow it. Instead of giving away the sweet, precious, oil they spilt off, and formed their own government. Making a new country. We lived well for eight year. We were treated well by the other countries, and The United States shared no hard feelings. We traded with other countries, and even built a monorail system that connected the islands. Then one day it all came apart.

On the tenth year a small group of rebels broke into our weapons stock-hold, and launched a missile that destroyed a small town. Twenty-Five-Thousand-Six-Hundred-Eleven died that day. We told The United States president what had happened, and about the rebels. They said they believed us, but evidently they did not. Very recently a high ranking, military general died, and in his wallet we found a United States I.D. tag. This meant he was a spy, and we presume there are more. Maybe they wish to reclaim us as land, or maybe they just want revenge. Which brings us back to the question: who do you trust?

Now before you ask why I am trusting you, I do not, but you are the only one I can talk to. My name is Kate Danvers, I am the daughter of President Mark Danvers, and I have one question: who do you trust? I hope it is you.