Chapter 17

“My fellow agents, may I introduce you to Kara.” The director never talked like that before. Every head turned her way again and she turned red with embarrassment. Kara was puzzled, though. Agents?

            “Kara is to be our new agent!” the director exclaimed. What the heck is he talking about?

            “I would like to show you an example of why I like her. These videos are from the security cameras at around ten fifty-five,” the director pointed at the screens and every head turned to look at them. They watched as she knocked out armed guards and escape.

            “We just don’t know how she managed to get out of the elevator and up to the house all by herself.” The director noticed Kara’s smirk and glowered, “Every one of these guards are in the infirmary. One has a gash in his head, cuts, and a broken arm. All of the rest have a couple bruises and a bump on the back of their necks.”

            “The first one you mentioned tried to shoot me! You saw it in the video! I couldn’t help what I did!” Kara brought out her voice.

            “You will speak when spoken to!” the director yelled. Kara looked at Ben and saw that he was burying his head in his hands. She felt bad that she had let him down.

            “Sorry, sir.” Kara said but the director moved onto another subject.

            “Do you know why you are here?”

            “No.”

            “Do you know who we are?
            “No.”

            “Not even a guess?”

            “Well, you have agents and you are the director so you would probably be the FBI, CIA, or some weird type of gang. Most likely you are a gang of some sort because the CIA and FBI would never hire a teen.” Kara replied and all of the agents looked at each other. She shifted nervously in her seat.

            “You almost had the right answer. We are the CIA and we are hiring a teen… you.” The director looked at her and saw that her mouth had dropped wide open.

            “I love seeing people’s faces when I say that.” He chuckled. Kara would have said something but she wasn’t necessarily spoken to. She couldn’t believe them, didn’t believe them. What would the CIA want with me?

Author's Note

I know this chapter is super short but I didn't want it to be long.... Just keep reading! Please!