Sorry - my Thursday-Friday is REALLY busy, so I have almost no time to get on the computer then...
I'll also play the "Commander" type guy, as well as Trist.

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*static*

The Mission:
The spies of a Top Secret organization are being sent to collect data from the enemy. The world is in danger of being destroyed, and the only way to stop it is if the spies find the documents, destroy them, and shut down the enemy's electricity.

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Tristan and the other spies sat in the observatory, listening carefully and taking notes as they were briefed by their commander about their mission.
Although Tristan had been with the spies from a very young age, loosing his parents to the enemy years ago, this was his first mission, and he was nervous about it. At least there would be others older than him on this, unlike the trials he had passed earlier.
Tristan sighed, and glanced at his watch. Two more minutes. He thought, starting to become a little anxious for the mission.
The commander closed his folders and tucked them away in the secret compartment of his briefcase.
"All clear?" He asked, looking around the room.
Tristan nodded. "Yessir."
"Good" the commander said. He turned his head and nodded to his assistant beside him. The assistant lifted a box on the table and started distributing pens to each member of the spy group. As he was doing this, the commander continued. "Each of these pens has a high tone radio transmitter built into it. There's over 1000 different frequencies you can use. We have a base of operations group here at the command center," he said, looking to two men across the table, "They will keep in contact with you. If at any time things turn... bad, you may hit the emergency button on the pen."
All the kids and adults around the table looked at each other. They knew the bad the commander was talking about. Only if things got deadly would anyone dare to press the button. The commander expected that of them.

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(Wait...Have some of the spies been captured already, or are these spies going to be captured?)

Is it to late to join? I love spy stuff and I really want to be in a story. I would only be able to update on fridays and sat. and sun. though. Would that be a problem? Also how detailed would our Bio's have to be and what genres will be in here, action( ), but what about romance?

~Mischievous Misty~
AKA:~M.M~

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(^nope, not to late to join! Go ahead!

Nauriel Rochnur: We're starting before they get captured. Just sort of getting to know each other and getting prepared for the mission).

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Cat smiled mischievously, and leant forwards, already anxious to be on her way. She was never one for sitting idly by, nor taking the commander too seriously.
"Shall we?"she asked.

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Tristan looked at Cat. He knew she was like that, but he was surprised she would talk to the commander like that. He was about to reply, but a fit of coughs took over.
"Tristan, are you sure you'll be fine?" The commander asked, eyeing Tristan.
"Yes, I'll be fine." Tristan reassured. His cough had become worse lately, but Tristan had been so caught up in the excitement of preparing for the mission that he hadn't noticed how much worse it had become. "Commander," he began, "Where is our destination, exactly?"
"Not far from here, don't worry. We'd rather not say exactly where you're heading."

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Louy sat on another side of the table, listening intently. She envied the other spies that would be going out. She was stuck back at the station.

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(Bio
Name: Jada Fae
Age: 20
Hair Color: Dark Blond, Reddish Brown When Wet
Eyes: Blue-Green with Golden Sparkles
Apperance: Tall, slim, Nice jeans, Black and Silver T-shirt, Black high Heeled Boots, Blue Jewelry, White Teeth, Great Smile, High Pony Tail.
Personality: Smart, Quick Thinking, Loyal, Fun Loving, Slightly Annoying, Arogent(only a little), Spunky, Friendly, and Helpful.
Job: Spy!
Favorites: Blue, Black, Purple, Silver, Green, and Red, Hand to Hand Combat, Guns, Hacking, Food ,Animals, Reading, and Writing, Being Prepared(all the cute little jewelry doubles as gadgets), Friends, and Spying. Oh and cute boys!)

The door opened and a tall girl with curly blond hair walked in the room. "Hope I'm not to early." She commented. Recving a glare from the commander she quickly took her seat. "So what did I miss?" she whispered to the person next to her.

~M.M~

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"Is something bad to be expected?" Henri said in a bored sarcastic voice. "So we get these plans and come back out. Are there any guards, surveillance cameras, security devices, etc?"

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Neil glanced up as Jada sat down next to him. "Not much." he said quietly. He pushed a folder towards her. "Most of what you need is in here. Oh- and," he pushed one of the pens towards her. "Don't push the button, unless it's an emergency."

((About how old is Jada?))

Khalil glanced at the pen. It was heavy for its size, but that was to be expected. He poceted it, being sure that a suddent jolt wouldn't set off the button. He was anxious to start: he hadn't been on a lot of missions, but the ones he had been on felt natural to him, like that's what he was designed to do.

Cavan grinned as he recieved his pen. The urge to press the button simply to see what would happen was somthing he was used to suppressing, but the childish urge was still there. He too pocketed it, to keep the thought off his mind "When do we depart?" He asked.

"As soon as we have everything ready." The Commander stated, "Which shouldn't be too long, only a day or so. I suggest you get your gear together and meet back here at 0600 hours tomorrow. In answer to your question, Henri, there will be guards and things you will have to get past. But Tristan here has found a way to get in without them seeing you. Tristan?"
Tristan got to his feet, still playing around to his pen. "I spent the last few days researching the place we'll be heading towards. They have an underground tunnel they use for extremely secret things, and not even everyone who works there knows about it. There's a lock we'll have to get rid of, but that's it."

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Kole leaned forward. "Is this tunnel guarded?" she asked. She leaned back in her chair again and put her hands behind her head.

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"As far as we know, no, it is not." Tristan said. "However, we will still have to be careful as it is probably guarded somewhere along the way."

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Jada glanced through the folder and pocketed the pen, after admiering the shiney, forbidden, button. "Well, what do we do if we run into guards? Blast them, run the other way, sweet talk them?" She asked batting her eye lashes to the bewilderment then laughing faces of the rest of the team. This was also Jada's first real mission. She may have been a liiiiittttttle gun happy.

~M.M~

By the way I updated the BIO, but Jada is 20 years old, even if she doesn't always act that way.

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Neil smiled to himself. He didn't remember how he had felt at his first mission, but he was sure he had been gun happy also. "Out of those options, I'd probably choose the first." he said.