Mission in New York

I’m Cleo Rodriguez. I’m 15 years old. I live in Paris. I’m like your normal rebel girl. I have brown hair with blue highlights. I never leave home without my denim jacket, helmet, and roller skates. Oh, I forgot. I also work for the CIA. This story is about my latest mission.

I was rollerskating as usual. I had to practice for the upcoming inter-school skate competition. Right when I was going to practice my original move, the Triple-Flip Slide, I got a text alert. I thought it must be my mom telling me to come home in time for dinner or my best friend Rose. Unfortunately, it was Beverly, my updater on missions. She said that I would have a mission in New York on 14^th November. I thought about refusing. Then, she said I was going to be working with Brian Roberts. That caught my attention. I have had a major crush on him since our first mission together. I immediately agreed. I practiced a little more and went home. I struck the date off my calendar. I was counting down to my skate competition. I then saw the date of the competition. It was 14^th November. Oh no!

I started freaking out. How was I supposed to both the competition and my mission! I could fake an injury to get out of the competition. But the whole school was counting on me. But if I didn’t do the mission, something bad could happen. I was in a dilemma. Then I remembered. Rose was a substitute for me. She was my best friend so she knows about my ‘other life’. I called Rose and told her. She agreed. I was elated. Now that the competition was sorted, I could focus on my mission.

Fast forward to the day before my mission, I was packing my gear and some spare clothes when I got a video call from Rose. I was going to thank her when she showed me her leg. It was sprained. I was flabbergasted. Now there was no option but to do the competition.

I then remembered. There was a girl in my class who could practically be my twin. We used to be very close but drifted away. We looked very similar and had a similar style of skating. In fact, We both invented two moves, the Triple-Flip Slide and the Slip Slide. The only setback that she had purple highlights. But she could tuck it in her helmet. I called her and told that I had badly injured my leg while practicing and I needed her to cover for me. She agreed. Yes! Now I had to leave for my flight.

In the morning I met up with Brian to discuss our plan. I tried to listen but I kept thinking about the competition. The Anti-Hero group was planning to set fire to the Empire State Building! We finally agreed on a plan. We would act like tourists, ask them what they were doing, get a little flirty and then kick some butt. It didn’t quite turn out the way we hoped. The others were warned of us. So we would be kicking their butt earlier than we hoped. We had-slammed, knee-jabbed, kicked and punched. I cornered one, got out my dagger and stabbed him.

The mission was complete. I ‘also won’ the competition. The life of a CIA agent is not easy.