THE DRANGOUSLY HANDSOME SECRET AGENT

EPISODE 13

As I drove past the lone road leading to my father's school, I smiled.

My strategy worked perfectly; the dark Range Rover automobile I was driving couldn't be tracked, although I was confident that my Ferrari could be easily tracked, which is why I requested Starr to bring the Range Rover car; I also hibernated my phone before turning it off to make it untraceable.

I shook my head in response to the music playing on the car speakers.

When I arrived at the school, I abruptly slowed down when I noticed a motorcycle parked at the main entrance.

I was relieved to see security refuse to let the rider in because it was a stain on my father's school's reputation.

I had no intention of allowing a cheap bike to smear my father's school.

I got closer to them, preparing to deny him access to the school, but the rider of the bike suddenly turned to stare at me, dread obvious in his eye, and I was awestruck by his beauty, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.

I was torn between allowing him in and not allowing him in.

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My peaceful sleep was interrupted by the sound of a screeching siren.

Then, with a bang on all doors and an order, they delivered the true message they were trying to convey.

As I began to hear the opening of doors, a deep voice stated in a stern tone, "get your tiny as**s out now."

Hannah had left my room completely dark.

The door to our room slammed open, and I feared we were about to get spanked for not getting out quickly enough, but it wasn't someone on mask, it was Hannah, who had found her way out, and I was able to see her thanks to the light that had seeped into the corridor owing to the opened door.

Before I raced after her, I quickly stood up from my bed and drew my mask down to conceal my face.

As I caught up with her, I gasped, "why didn't you wait for me?"

"You're slow," she stated sternly as we all followed two men in front of us as they took us to who knows where.

We were escorted into a room packed with various gadgets, but it was some candles set on a table that attracted my interest.

There were many compasses on the table, as well as various chains with a small cross as a pendant.

When someone clapped, all attention was drawn away from the table and toward the person who clapped.

It was the Lady who had been dressed in red previously, but she had changed into black leggings, a dark singlet, and a tennis shoe.

She was standing next to a water-filled device.

" Half congratulations to all of you because you've proven yourselves worthy of this movement by surviving the poison that claimed the lives of 19 people in your midst, though we're only looking for 5 agents among you, so there's no way of knowing who's still alive because the death toll is still rising."

She said this without exhibiting any regret for instilling terror in our hearts.

"But before the death toll rises any further, we're going to induct you all into THE SNIPER," she added, staring at us as if we were lost souls.

She addressed us all, "Why did you think we were carrying THE SNIPER?" yet, curiously, she kept her gaze concentrated on me as she spoke.

I felt my leg start to shake, she pulled out a revolver, and all I could hear in my brain was a bang, and I was out of the movement.

"It's because we're all wearing masks," a boy said abruptly beside me, and there was a bang, but I wasn't the one who was thrown out of the action; it was the boy who answered the question beside me.

He was down in a flash, and all the kids, including myself, screamed as we shifted away from the dead youngster laying on the ground.

The magic of making everything silence was done by releasing three more bangs into the air.

"We're not raising dumb thinkers here," she exclaimed, "part of your goal here is the ability to think quickly and positively."

"You, answer my question," she said suddenly, and I felt my spirit leave my body and rush to his heel. I felt my head become dead, like a formatted memory card that was empty like a politician's promise.

My leg trembled, and my underwear was damp.

That was the first time I'd had that reaction to a question.

I was the brilliant one who could always come up with an answer to any question posed to me, even if I had no prior knowledge of the subject.

My mother informed me that I have a high IQ score that allows me to achieve this.

But here I am, asked a simple question to which I am unable to provide a comforting response.

I quickly closed my eyes as I felt my lips mumble some words as I watched her point the gun at me.

"It's because we're going to abandon our true selves and hide behind the mask of another personality to complete our goals," a female voice remarked, and the bang sound stopped.

Even with our mask on, I could tell she was the one and she was the one who answered the question in my place. I peered through my left hand side eye and noticed the pistol not pointing at me but to another person. I traced the direction and saw that it was pointed to Hannah.

"Learn to follow orders, or I won't spare you next time," the lady, whose name we later learned to be Miss Eagle, said as she dropped her arm, "she got it right, here in THE SNIPER, you're no one, and that's why you're going to shed all the memories you brought in here with you, leaving only the experience you've come in contact with here only"

she murmured, peering at me, but I kept my cool and pretended not to be afraid. In fact, seeing Hannah's bravery and how she almost died as a result of my anxiety gave me a new lease on life.

Right there, I told myself that I would be the one to defend her, not the other way around.

" You first," she replied, peering at me, and I took a step forward, unconcerned.

I was forced to sit down under a device with a water-filled covering at the top.

It appeared to be a hair stylist's electric dryer.

A button was pressed, and a clear cover was placed over it, trapping my head inside.

The water began to pour into the area where my head was, filling it bit by bit and making me feel as if I was drowning. I closed my eye and prepared to fight for my life when I heard a tap on the gadget. I opened my eye and saw three people in front of me, each wearing a white lab coat and wearing a white mask that exposed their mouth.

"Focus," one of them murmured as another set a candle in front of me.

"Focus on it," one of them yelled as I tried to close my eyes, and I did as he said.

Behind the lit candle, a compass was placed, and the person holding it began swaying it left and right.

I concentrated on the two objects, and they began to duplicate themselves in my mind's eye before I entered a trance-like state.

When I opened my eyes, Miss Eagle questioned, "Who are you?"

Miss Eagle grinned mischievously as I replied, "no one."