To Swedan with Love?

           I slowly entered the Reception Room, half-nervous to enter the Director's office. "Good...um...afternoon, Mrs. Preston. Did the Director want to see me?" I asked.

         The secretary looked up with a disgusted look on her face. She didn't like me...at all. With Darrell, I understood why he hated me. I had no idea why Mrs. Preston hated me so much.

         "Oh right...yes, Agent Degard. I'll send you right in. Also, here's his afternoon coffee. Make sure you get it to him without making a mess like everything you do," Mrs. Preston handed me a tray with coffee, sugar, cream, and milk. Her nose was held high like she was so much better than me; it was so not true since her Prada purse was obviously a fake. She cringed when I got the tray, like I was a posionous acid or as if she was petting a porcupine. Then, she hurried me in, not wanting the Director's coffee to be late. Like it was even my job to bring it to him!

          The door to his office slid open gently, blasting a jet of cold air onto my face. I must admit, it was refreshing from the hot summer Sun from when I was trailing the popular girls. But then afterwards, it was extremely cold. 

          "Good afternoon, uh...Director...sir... You wanted to see me?" I said, setting the tray down on his desk. His chair was turned around, working on something. I sniffed the air and sighed... Although the cold air musked the smell, I could still smell a faint aroma of fresh-baked chocolate cookies. There was no concealing it, the Director was a big fan of food. It was amazing that he could control Aces and control his love for food at the same time.

           I sat down on the chair in front of his desk, waiting for him to finish his afternoon snack. A few minutes later, he turned around...with evidence that he was eating cookies on his shirt. Cookie crumbs, you got to watch out for them.

           I look at the crumbs with an exasperated look. "Fine, fine. You caught me. Here, have a cookie. This is our little secret, okay?" he said and handed me one. I smiled and took it; he was the best baker/spy ever.

           "Now with all seriousness, I suppose you know why you are here?" he asked. I turned pale again and sighed. "Yeah, I know," I said, wishing he would return to being the fun-loving guy again.

           "I know perfectly clear what happened during your mission. I know that you aren't healed yet, but I need you to return to your job. I know what you are capable of. I had left you advance to the Diamonds Division for a reason..." he said. "Because, a whole group of Diamonds agents had to go into the Witness Protection Program, and the Clubs Division was getting filled up?" I interrupted.

           "What? No! That's not why I promoted you at all! I saw talent in you. You had a lot of potential. Don't make me doubt all that now. Please, Kathy, give this a chance. You need to come back and accept the truth," the Director continued.

            "But, he's...he's...he's all I ever had, sir. He was everything to me. I can't possibly... ruin his life more!" I exclaimed.

            "You haven't read the case yet, haven't you?" he asked. "Yes...I have," I lied. "Then you know that if you don't take on the case, a ten nuclear airheads will go off between countries at war? Leading the countries into further conflict since they have no idea who sent the airhead and will blame each other?" he asked.

             "What!" I shouted, now bothering to read the case. "No... He can't possibly have that much power," I gasped. He had stolen ten nuclear airheads from several army bases around the world and was planning to detonate them... The result would result in World War Three; allies and enemies would change. The world would be consumed in chaos like a swarm of bees around honey. Things were not looking good for the future of the world.

               "Why would he even want to do that? What would he get out of this? Why are you putting me on such a serious case? Shouldn't the CIA be informed?" I asked, panicing.

               "Well, we aren't sure what his motivation is as of this moment. You're in charge of this because you know how his mind works. Believe me, I would put someone more professional on the case, but I'm quite sure that you know more about him than everybody here. And are you joking? The CIA would never understand. A sixteen-years-old with ten nuclear airheads? You'd be laughed out the their office before you could provide evidence. I'm sorry, Kathy, but you have to take on this mission," the Director said.

                I sighed. I knew that this wasn't going to end well at all. I would probably lose even more of the little things I had left, but I had to do it, for the sake of the world.

               "All right, how do I start this?" I asked. The Director smiled. "Well, we have an informant in Swedan. Further details will be given when you get to your hotel there. But for now, I think all you need to know is that is name is Justin. Here is your plane ticket and good luck. Oh, and Darrell will meet you there in two days to give you all your neccessary devices for the mission. And also, please actually read over the case during your flight. Thanks," he said and then turned the chair again so that he was facing away from me.

                I headed out of the office, thinking about the mission. I was just going to foil my ex-boyfriend's plan for World War 3. Totally a normal thing for an average sixteen-years-old to do, right?