Copyright © 2002 by Shawn Gardner. All rights reserved.

I clicked on the television at 9:00 in the morning to watch the news, and saw the best thing my eyes have seen in a whole three years! A theft...a big one!

My name is Agent 3667A, and I used to work for the CIA for six years, but was fired for going undercover on a secret operation. Now, I can finally go on a secret mission, undercover, without being fired! I'm sorry, I can't tell you my real name, but I'm not allowed to tell anyone.

The ancient artifact stolen was a very expensive piece of 2,000-year-old Aztec gold from right here, in the University of Britain! I'm not exactly in the university, and I'm not British, but I'm back on the case and no one, not even the CIA, is going to stop me now.

Now, I've got to get ready! I need a lot of equipment: rope, suits, magnifying glasses, fingerprint finders, and tons of other spy equipment that I still have back from my CIA years. I put all my supplies in a bag and sneak slowly out into the crisp British morning air to Heathrow airport.

I don't have a private jet anymore, and I don't have any money, and I have to get to America's CIA. I guess there is only one way to get there...stowaway.

I have to sneak into baggage and make sure I get to Washington, D. C. without changing planes (that would be too risky).

"Flight 880 to Washington, D. C. leaves in twenty-five minutes at Gate twelve. Please leave baggage at Gate sixteen baggage check."

That's the plane for me. I climbed into my bag next to baggage check sixteen and waited...and waited...and waited...and finally, I was picked up and put on the conveyer belt. One must be very patient to be an agent.

The plane took off and was coasting fine for about an hour before...

"Ahh, don't turn that way! The mountain...watch out!

"Ahhh, ahhh..."

Boooom! Crash!

to be continued...

THE END.