Agent Me

© 2012 by AJ Powell. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 08/09/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5977-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5975-7 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-5976-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012914562

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Contents

Acknowledgement

Prologue

Part 1 Agent Me: The Beginning to the End

Chapter 1: The Chase

Chapter 2: Head Quarters

Chapter 3: Field Work

Chapter 4: What Next

Chapter 5: L.E.T.S.

Chapter 6: Homecoming

Chapter 7: O’ Not again

Part 2 Agent Me: Revenge of the Past

Chapter 8: Replay

Chapter 9: T.R.O.U.B.L.E

Chapter 10: Midnight’s Mysteries

Chapter 11: Black Out

Chapter 12: Things Get Weird

Chapter 13: The President

To the Unknown

In loving memory of Jean Powell

October 8, 1944-December 1, 2010

Acknowledgement

I want to thank the following people:

S.D. Bell

T.M. Winey

J.P. Evans

Prologue

I guess you can say I like classifying people. So far I’ve come up with three types. One type are the people who let other do their share, I call these people type C; mainly because that’s the only grades they will ever get if they are lucky. The second type would be the people who do their share and their work. This group I call type B. The last type of people would be the type A people. The teacher’s pet and kiss ups, most of those kids are well liked and are athletic with a touch of arrogance. I am not afraid or ashamed to tell you that I am in type B. I am not aware of having any enemies, I have a great friends and I had great parents.

Yes, that’s right, I said had. Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m not an orphan; I just don’t have a mom. My mom was killed just a few weeks ago in July. My dad is still here with my but he isn’t the same. I guess I’m not the same too. I feel like more people are looking at me. I feel like I’ve changed so much that complete strangers notice. The few people in this town that I don’t know would be because my mom didn’t know them. She would take me with her and introduce me to everyone she knew. I never forgot a face, never. It was a trait my mom admired, she always told me use it to my advantage. Thank God that I listened to her that day. It came in handy when Samantha Bennet went missing last year and everyone asked around. The never forgetting a face came in when I remembered seeing a man with a thick, unkempt beard walked into the gas station where my dad worked. I told him to lock the doors and call the cops. We had established a code word if I really meant what I was saying. The word was revelation, and believe me when I said the word he locked up the store and hit the silent alarm under the counter without hesitation. When the cops showed up I told them I saw the man getting in a black van near our school. The police looked into it and found Samantha’s remains behind his house. I was praised for that and I learned to use my never forget a face to never forgetting a picture or a word or a phrase; anything was kept in my head. I didn’t know that was a dangerous thing.

Part 1

Agent Me:

The Beginning to the End

Chapter 1: The Chase

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home

Confucius

Every kid thinks nothing exciting ever happens to them. They think it’s always someone else who gets the glory every time. Like the evil older sister, or the mean head cheerleader, or the snooty, rich neighbor right across the street. Well that was me. Even my dad would say Nothing ever happens here.

People here minded their own business, never moved, and never changed. But one day walking home from school with my best friend Lily, everything changed.

What do you think of the new substitute teacher, Emily? Lily asked me. She was tall like me, and was now wrapped up in a thin jacket for it being an early afternoon in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina. School had only been about two weeks old and we were in the last week of the month. Everything was back into routine. Routine for us would be that Lily, who has been my best friend since dippers, and I would walk to school and back together each day. We were practically sisters and our parents were good friends.

What is there to say besides mean, mean, mean? She’s so strict even. I said.

Do you think she will have another note book check? Lily asked.

I don’t know. Did you pass yours? I asked.

No, I miss placed one work sheets, she gave me a B. What about you? Lily said

No. She found some gum in my locker and took it away, said I was breaking school rules. I wasn’t chewing it; she now owes me a pack of gum. I said. Lily and I started to laugh but then we heard a car coming up from behind. That was very strange for us, because almost everyone in our neighborhood got off work at five. There was a black van pulling up beside us with the door open and a woman in the door.

Are you Lillian Armstrong? the lady in the car asked.

Who wants to know? Lily asked. We said that a lot. Back a couple of years ago we tricked someone when they asked us if our names were Lily and Emily. We said no and they didn’t think twice about it.

Answer the question the lady barked.

Yes? Lily replied.

And are you Emily Hall? the lady asked me. I couldn’t breathe. Nothing like this had happened before. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn’t move. I could tell Lily was getting closer to me, that or I was moving closer to her.

Yes? I quivered. My mouth suddenly got really dry and my feet felt like they were glued to the ground. Were these the people I felt were watching me?

Get them boys. The lady in the car said going from pleasant to commanding. Suddenly two men pop out the back of the van.

Run! I yelled and Lily and I took off. I heard the woman yell at her men to get back in the car. We were still two blocks from Lily’s house and mine was one another block and then one block to the right.

Kim’s house Lily asked. We ran and ducked behind a house.

No, and it will take too long to get in our houses once there. I said.

We should cut through, Sarah’s house is close by and the yards don’t have fences. Lily said.

Let’s try it. I said. Lily and I cut through a couple peoples yard coming out behind Sarah’s house. We started banging on her front door. No one answered. Molly’? I asked. Her house was a few doors down. We took off and got to her house. We started banging on the door. No answer.

The buses haven’t left school yet Lily said.

Let’s hide between some of the houses, maybe they won’t be able to find us and leave. I said.

What do they want with us anyway? Lily asked. We both looked at each other and at the same time said. What did you do? Me? I didn’t do a thing.

Look there they are. Lily said. We saw the van again.

We could run back to school. I said. Lily and I took off back to school. We passed a school bus that was from our school but we kept running. We got back to the school parking lot and found the school was still very much alive. We saw the Principal.

Hey, we are being chased by these people in a black van. Lily started.

And they knew our names and they were trying to catch us. I continued.

So we ran but no one was home so we ran back here. Lily finished.

That is a great creative writing topic; you should hold onto it, you both could get two wonderful papers out of that.

No this is real, we aren’t making this up I said.

Come on girls, nothing is wrong, you guys are just imagining things, make sure you drink plenty of water and get a good night sleep tonight. He said and walked away saying, Black vans, what wild imaginations. I’ve got to send out a curfew time to our parents . . . We saw the van turn on to the school road.

Maybe we can lose them behind the school. Lily said. We started running when we heard one of our teachers call our names. We stopped and slowly turned around.

Yes Mrs. Hill? I asked.

Why are you girls running? She asked.

I left something out by the fields during free period Lily said.

Ok, have a great day, but please don’t run. Mrs. Hill said.

Ok Lily and I said back. We jogged out to the fields and as soon as we were out of sight, we ran. I turned and saw that some of the men were on foot chasing us. What do they want? Lily asked.

I don’t know but I don’t want to find out. I said. We saw the track team start running by; we stopped so they could pass. That was our mistake. The men caught up to us and had a hold of our arms. The men turned us around so that we were looking at the woman.

You guys put up a great fight. My men needed the exercise, but you see we don’t want to hurt you guys. We need your help. The woman said. I wiggled and fought to get free.

Let us go I said.

Why, we just caught up to you? the woman said. I turned my head and saw that the track team had stopped and they were looking at us. Maria started walking over to us.

Emily, what is this? she asked.

Help us Lily said. Maria, being a skittish one already, stopped and started shaking.

Ok, I’ll go get help. She said and she took off to go find someone.

To bad they won’t catch up. One of the guys said. I bent down and kicked backwards. The man let go and hit the ground. I then helped Lily and we took off again. Leaving our stuff where it was, we kept running and didn’t look back.

Maybe we can get inside the school; they will never find us there. Lily said. We went to the doors and got inside. We then ran up the stairs to the Science class room. Our teacher was still in there and she was very friendly. Can we hide in here? Lily asked.

Sure, who am I not telling? she asked.

The three people in black I said and we shut ourselves in the closet. We started to get our breathing under control. We heard our teacher stand at the door and started to yell. Our teacher moved from Ireland about ten months ago and still had a thick accent.

You wild child, stop running through these halls! she yelled. We then heard some more voices.

Who are you yelling at? the voice said.

Two of my students, the lasses went running by and peeked into the stairwell. She said. Mrs. Marlon was by far the best teacher in the school. She had fun in class but yet she knew when to be strict. I don’t know if it was the Irish accent or that she was just fun, but everyone loved Mrs. Marlon. I knew she wouldn’t give us up.

Two girls I heard the woman say.

"One of them was, I don’t know about the other lad. My bet is some of the detention