I suddenly drop into a hole in the vent, and go down a hundred feet or more. I am bewildered about what is happening, but a sudden THUD knocks me unconscious.
I open my eyes to see a woman, thin, old, brown haired, with a big mole on her face, holding a clipboard and writing notes. I sit up, and see that I am on a mat in a circular room, full of tools, gadgets, and people.
"Lay down," the woman says in a thick German accent.
I don't. Instead, because I am frightened, grab a needle, and lunge it into the woman's arm. She falls down, and I run out, noticing I'm barefooted and shirtless. While I am running, I hear the woman yell in German. My guess is, it must mean "Security!"
Suddenly the corridor ends, and I notice I'm stuck. Then, in the other side of the hallway, I see guards running, UZI's in their hands. I think. Then I look up, and see a man with an eye patch in the vent. The door is open, and he yells, "Come on!" I agree,and jump up, and he pulls me up. As the guards come to where I was, the man throws a balls and closes the vent door. I hear a BOOM.
We crawl, and crawl some more.
"Who are you?"
"Jack Staker, but don't count on it being my real name, 'cause it isn't."
"What is it then?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Well, what do you do?"
"I'm with the CIA, and you just met the KGB."
"The museum said something about them. Wait,the museum is really...?"
"It's really a KGB headquarters. They lead kids in, and drop them down, and either make them spies, or lab rats. We've been trying to expose them for months. Now, since I saved you..."
"I could have totally handled it myself."
"Yeah, I could see that."
"Anyway, go on."
"Now, since I "assisted you, if you like that better, we can take this to court, explain your story, and bring in the SQUAT team and arrest them all later."
"How do I know that you might be a KGB too. "
"You don't. Hey, do you smell that?"
A funky, bad smell was felt in the vent. "Come on," said Jack uneasily. "Let's get out of here. " We crawled and crawled, the smell getting closer and closer. "We have to get out right now. Put your hands around my back. " He seemed to know what he was talking about, so I obeyed. Then, he pressed on his watch, and a zipping line with a suction cup went on to the end of the vent. Then, he pressed another button, and we moved very fast along the vent. Then, he used a metal crow bar to open the vent floor. He dropped down, and told me to do the same. But it was too late. The smell was already getting to me. "Come on, kid! Come on!" I was droopy, but I came down, nearly asleep. He put me on his back, and ran down. Two more guards shot at us as we ran through the window. We landed in a no roofed station wagon.
"Stay down, in the back, and let me do everything," he said, as he gave me a barf bag, poured something down my throat, and made me lay down in the back. I fell asleep.
But that sleep was short lived. In a few minutes, I woke up refreshed, but hearing shooting sounds behind us. "Wait, you're a CIA agent, and you're driving a station wagon?"
"Hey, glad you're sane. You wait, this baby can do a lot more than any other car."
At that word, the roof came off again(I didn't notice he closed it, and pulled out two wings. Then, as we left D.C. and skimmed down the highway, we lifted into the air, and dropped two missiles from our floorboard. The bad guys' cars turned around, tried to speed away, but it was too late. As I looked down, I saw the missile go off and the cars blown up. The men stood up, dazed. Then, as I looked back at Jack, I saw him put it on auto pilot, and turned his seat so if faced me. "So, now are you impressed?"
"Very. Nice job, man."
"Thank you," Jack said in a very different accent. It sounded like a girl's voice.
"Is it me or did you just...?"
Jack then took his eye patch out, took his 5 o lock shadow off, and took his black hair off to reveal blond hair. I blinked, but the image of a beautiful girl. "Jacky Staker to you."
I was speechless. Then, after an awkward silence, "YOU'RE A GIRL!?"
"Yes, frankly I am. "
I fainted.
Waking up, I went to the CIA director, telling of my experiences. He lets me go, but then tells me never to tell anyone else this story. (Oops!) Then, I say goodbye to Jack... (sorry, I still can't get over that)Jacky, and she tells me to call her. (Today I called her and I was asked which pizza I want. SHE gave me the wrong number!) Finally saying goodbye, I left and went back to the spy museum. Dad awaited me.
"Buddy, where were you?"
"Just, looking at the exhibits."
"Don't ever do that again!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't think about it."
So ends my adventure. Hope you enjoyed.
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