Unto say : We become spies

I wipe my hands on my skirt nervously as I walk out of the class.

"Do you know him?" I whisper to cam.

She shakes her head frantically, her pigtails swinging.

"Follow me to my office. Quick!" Mrs Okafor says.

I stared at the horse patterns on her pink Ankara gown absent mindedly.

The huge man stomps behind us. Like our bouncer or something.

Juniors glance and whisper as we walk past.

My stomach does a cartwheel when Mrs Okafor opened the door.

We walked into her uncomfortably tidy office.

Theres a faint smell of isol in the air.

The small office reminds me to f a clinic. The walls were painted cream and the wooden desk and swivel chair were a light shade of brown.

Mrs okafor took a seat behind the desk.

"I know you are curious as to why you've been called here."

"Curious is an understatement." I said in a low voice.

"I called both of you because I know you both are very intelligent girls."

And probably cos I went to her once for a counselling session. And she seems to think we're friends.

"Let's cut to the chase. There's a teacher in this school. Mr Banjo. He teaches government. I'm sure you know him."

Me banjo teachers government. And he's a really nice man in his sixties. He's really rich, and is a part time lecturer at a private uni.

"What's with him?" I asked.

"We are looking for Intel on him. He is a suspected person in relation to a series of kidnaps...."

"No way! Mr banjo is just a really nice old man." Cam cuts in.

Mrs okeke turned to her.

"I understand that you both share some sort of bond. You're his favorite student. Correct?"

Cam nods

"That's why I need you."

"I'm sorry ma but..... we're not Kim possible. Are we working for the FBI? Ma I'm sorry. But I don't think we can. You can find someone else. Not to be rude ma."

She sighed.

"Cameo. Your brother was kidnapped and found unconscious some weeks later. He's in a coma."

"I'm sorry I had to break it to you this

way. But I need you to understand how dangerous this is. He's our prime suspect."

Cam stared blankly at the ground.

"I'm sorry honey."

Cam nods.

"He's going to be fine right?" Cam manages to whisper.

"Yes. Yes he will."

But how? And why would old Mr banjo be a kidnapper?

It sounds so strange to me. I mean.... he's just plain old Mr Banjo. With his series of well ironed trousers and flatcaps.

" I know it will be hard. Which is why agent W Is here to help."

Up until that moment, I hadn't noticed any other presence in the room.

And please. Agent W? What is this? A James bond movie?

"Hey" I hear.

I let out a small scream,and jumped back, stepping on the toes of the person behind me and almost falling.

I turned and fell, expecting the hard impact of my head to the floor. But I never felt it. Instead I felt a strong arm around my waist.

My eyes meet an incredibly beautiful pair of light brown ones.

I blink rapid ly as my heart comes to a stop.

Who is this hot specimen of a man? Or is it boy?

He interrupts my reverie letting me fall to the ground with a loud squeak.

The idiot doesn't even try to apologize. Instead, he turns to cam.

"Agent W at your service." He said to her.

I sat up and using my hands as support, pulled myself up.

"That was rude of you know." I said, wincing.

"I'm agent W." He said to me with a mischievous smirk and a little salute.

"And you're a dickhead" I murmur.

"Agent W here is enrolling in your school as a science student. He's going to be in SS2 as well."

The 'agent W' dude is fair in complexion with brown curly hair. And damn he's fine.

Thick brown lashes, almond shaped, almost amber colored eyes, straight nose, plump pink lips and a nice jawline. I also notice he has nose ring on. (More like a stud actually). And a sexy eyebrow ring. Nice.

"How old is he?" I ask placing a hand on my hip.

"Old enough to know that not everything is a joke."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I ask, annoyed.

"You do look like a joke so yes. I doubt anyone ever takes you seriously".

Ok that really got to me.

"You son of a...."

"Just stop with the bickering!" Mrs Okafor half shouted.

"You will report to me every Friday during last periods. Understood?"

We nod.

She hands us flash drives each, a pen voice recorder, memory cards, and a phone.

"Official business only." She says to us.

We nod.

"Back to your classes then ok?" She says, pausing to pay cam's hand. Three of us left the office and we're met with the school over bell.

"Umm.. I know nowhere in this place o....."

" Deal with it." I snarl before taking cam's hand , and walking away briskly.

What a low budget James bond.

A cute one, I have to admit.