Spy in the Fourth Grade

Chapter 1
Licensed to Learn and Kill

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Chapter Description: Meet Carla Donovan, who works for an secret government agency which has assigned her an odd undercover mission which could change her life forever.

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ONE WEEK EARLIER

Carla hadn’t been assigned to a mission since stopping a drug cartel four months ago. She had been behind her desk, just typing out research reports. Despite finishing her last five missions gracefully, her follow agents were being assigned all dangerous work, this mainly because it was still her first year with them. She knew her first months were gonna be behind a desk but her first months were going after the Russian mafia.

She was filing her reports when she heard a knock on her cubicle.

“So how it behind a desk?” said Agent Dowell

“I expected to be harder.” said Carla.

“Well, it?s what all of us go though, we?re not always flying though enemy lands and taking out the bad guys.”

“I know, if you guys putted that in the manual, if you did, half of the recruits probably would’ve went to [CLASSIFIED].”

“Well, I got good news for you kiddo, you name has been dropped on the possible agents to be assigned on a mission.”

“Really?”

“Yep, your briefing will be in 30 minutes so if I were you, think up your acceptant speech and set your head to yes nods.”

“Thank you, Dowell!”

As Dowell left, Carla finished up her reports and went to the briefing room.

As Carla arrived, Chief Hunt was there with a man with a white suit you see doctors use.

“Chief sir.”

“Hello Miss Donovan, sit.”

“We?ve received a Intel that there could be a possible sign of weapons reaching these United States.”

“Are you certain, sir?”

“Certain, we?ve located the possible suspect, named Michael Peters.” he said as he gave Carla the objective folder.

“We have to keep to low key and cause less panic as possible. We have to make sure if this intel is correct and if so, stop the activation of these weapons. We already enlisted two agents but they can?t get close to them without harming their cover and I think they?re already being suspected. We had to think of another game plan and then, came the regression plan.”

“The regression plan sir?”

“Yes, if we can?t go through the back door, we go to the front...with a Trojan horse. That?s where the Rewind serum comes into play.”

“Allow me to explain, Miss Donavon.” said the Doctor.

“In your DNA are telomeres that as they grow smaller, you age. Me and my team have developed a serum that grows telomeres back and reverses the progress.”

“In other words, we can reverse the aging process and use it to our advantage. This is the next step in disguise since plastic surgery, make up, masks, voice changing and false identities and you have been bestowed this honor as our third regressed agent.”

“Wow sir, it’s an honor but I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.” Carla said.

“If you want more time, there won’t be much of it. You got 24 hours to make a decision.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carla arrived at her home, thinking about what could be her most difficult mission yet, going back to childhood. It’s difficult for Carla because she hadn’t had a childhood to begin with. Her parents died when she was nine, she went to two foster families before ultimately becoming emancipated at 16. She grew up alone, living in the streets before becoming a cop. After four years, she was surprised that the agency took notice at her record and enlisted her to join the agency.

She never grasped her childhood so her going undercover as a 10 year old won’t be comfortable for her. But she hadn’t been in action for four months and she wanted to get back into the scene.

“Maybe I’ll do it then” Carla said as she sipped her glass of wine. She walked around her apartment which she never got comfortable in. She’s always on assignment and never got comfortable in her government assigned apartment. She then plopped against her couch and fell asleep.

Then she woke up in an empty classroom. She looked around as she noticed the room was a lot bigger. There were desks that somehow were just as big as her. They were toys littered throughout the floor. They were pictures and papers attached to the wall. She had no idea what was going on. She then noticed something as she passed by a mirror. It was a reflection, an odd one. It was her, but she was wearing her old school uniform. And even more oddly, she looked about 7. She held her hands on her face.

“Is that me? It’s been so long.”

She then ran towards the door and entered the room. It was the intelligence wing where she worked at when she’s not on assignment. She looked at everyone, not noticing her. She had the sudden feeling of going to her desk to work. Everyone talked to her like she was still an adult until suddenly, the office changed into a classroom. The class was being learned on Regression 101 and the teacher was herself.

“Okay, raise your hand if you think this is a good idea?”

The class raised their hands.

“Carla, since it’s gonna be you and you’ll have to do it. What’s your answer?” Teacher Carla questioned.

“I have a choice not to do it.” Little Carla said. Then suddenly, her world started growing again, she noticed her hands were smaller and then, Teacher Carla pulled a mirror to show Carla was regressing to a baby.

“Noooooooooo, I don’ wan’ o become intwo a bawby!” the regressing Carla.

She screamed which became crying. At that point, Carla woke up from her nightmare.

“Holy shit! Maybe I should stay away from the wine. I don’t know, it’ll be the hardest thing I’ve ever did. But if I don’t, millions of lives could be harmed. I have to do what’s right.”

After she took a shower and got ready, she left her apartment as she drove to the Agency. She had butterflies in her stomach, a shiver down her spine, basically she was nervous of probably becoming a child again. She stopped as The Chief waited for her.

“I’ll do it sir.”

“I knew you would make the make right choice. But we have to hurry!”

“Wait, I can’t even go to my office?”

“We already set up shop in the neighborhood, we have let people know about the ”family” moving in next door.”

“Okay then?” she said puzzled.

“We have to get moving so at the end of the day, the “Stone” family will move in to their new home.” said the Chief.

Carla and the Chief went into a secret white, empty room with a chair and the Doctor.

“Aren’t we rushing this a bit too much?” Carla said.

“You accepted did you?” the chief said.

“Yes but...” Carla said but before she was finished, she was escorted to lie down in the chair.

“Now this won’t hurt a bit.” The doctor said as he held a syringe with the youth serum. He prepared Carla like he was giving a flu shot. He injected the serum into Carla. It was all said and done in 50 seconds.

“Now you’ll have side effects but they’re harmless as the regression progresses.” Said The Doctor.

“Side effects?” Carla questioned.

“Yes, vomiting, runny nose, and migraines but it’ll come to pass after the regression ends. The side effects mean its working.” The doctor answered.

“Goody.” She said.

“Regression we believe will start in a hour after the serum takes over the whole body.” The doctor says as he leaves the white room.

“Chief, I’ve been meaning to ask you something, you said I’m the third regressed agent. What happened to the first two?” Carla questioned.

“They were sent to similar objectives as yours; they succeeded them and went back fine and dandy.” Chief answered but he answered it so awkwardly as if he rushed it.

“Okay then...” Carla said as she was freaked out at the Chief’s behavior.

Carla then went to the agency offices. She was given one hour of free lancing before her mission resumes and the regression starts. She wanted to know what she was getting into, she could’ve done yesterday before the injection but she was told to leave and think about her decision to accept the mission. She wished she could’ve done her research first but too little, too late.

But moving aside that, she went into the agency files to search for the Regressed Unit, she found it but didn’t have clearance. She wondered why but then she felt her stomach churning like she was in a amusement park ride. She dashed to the bathroom and into the bathroom stall. She then threw up on the toilet for three minutes. As she came too, she washed out her face was she noticed her sleeves from her suit got larger, she was freaked out only to see the refection on the restroom mirror. It’s was her but the worry lines were gone, her skin brightened, her hair was more reddish, she remembered that face was staring at her, that was what she looked like when she was in college. She couldn’t believe it. The regression had begun.

 

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