Echo
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I got a brown wig from my bag and covered my face with a bandana. I keep a wig in my bag at all times. I came out from hiding. The three men were facing me with knives pointing at me. I saw one of them was trembling with fear. He looks younger than the other based on his physic.

"Who are you?!" The guy in the middle spoke. He was the one briefing them earlier about their wicked plan.

"What are your plans for the Prince?" I heard the leader laughed. Does he find this amusing?

"Little girl, should you be waving your pompoms somewhere else? Why don't you mind your own business?" The guy with arm tatts came up to me and brushed my hair. I gave him a death glare.

"Maybe I take you to tango? How bout it?" He whispered in my ear. It shot shivers down my spine. Pathetic! I grabbed his hair which he screamed. I saw they were ready to attack me. The guy with arm tattoos was furious at me and began attacking with his knife. I disarmed him when I kicked his hand, causing him to lost control of the knife. While recovering from my attack, one of his goons attacked me. This time the guy had a metal tube. He almost knocked me, but I rolled over so he would hit the car instead of me.

"You b*tch!"

I grabbed his arm and twisted it. He screamed in pain. I didn't notice the guy with arm tatts was okay. He grabbed my hair and slammed me in the nearby car. I began to see dark spots, but that didn't stop me. He was about to attack me again. I got up, and in time, I grabbed his foot and tossed him to his partner. They both collided with each other.

I went on top of the arm tatts guy. I punched him.

"Who do you work for?" I punched him again. I looked over the younger goon. I saw he was scared so I didn't bother to chase him when he ran away. He is still a child; maybe he was forced by these two guys. I punched the arm tatts guy again and again. I deserve an explanation. He began coughing up blood. He had the guts to smile at me. I wanted to punch again, but I heard someone coming.

"It's over here!" His Highness's voice. With him were the school guards. I quickly got off the guy and ran. I picked up my bag before the guards, and His Highness finds out. I exited the school in the East to avoid the car picking His Highness up.

I wiped the buckets of sweat from my face. I also removed my disguise and stuffed it at the back of my bag. I waited outside the school until His Highness left school to go back and get my motorcycle. I waited behind a big bush of flowers.

After thirty minutes of waiting, the car passed by. I re-entered the school through the West gate again. I went to the parking lot and quickly got on the motorcycle. I should name the motorcycle. Storm? Black? I like Black. Yeah, I will call the motorcycle Black.  I tailed His Highness's entourage from behind. I left a three-car distance so he wouldn't notice.

I received a text from the division office here in Copenhagen. I noticed it when the text popped up on the screen of Black. My phone synced with Black automatically. They wanted to meet me, and there was a call waiting for me. I swiftly turn left to the highway and head down the office.

I arrived in a warehouse on the outskirts of Copenhagen. It was in the middle of a crop field. If I were a civilian, I would mistake the building for a barn. I parked Black at the back of a haystack. I went inside the warehouse, and I saw lots of agents busy running around with files. A large man stopped me in my tracks. He stared me down. I knew what he was going to do. He led the way in a storage closet and patted me down. Even for a couple of minutes, all agents who went outside will search all agents for traces of listening devices.

The storage closet was not normal; it can detect if someone inside has devices hooked up. He gave clearance and went outside. He left me alone. The text instructed me to find the conference room. It was easy because the conference room's walls are made from glass. There were a few people inside; the important man was sitting in the middle.

"Agent Echo from American division reporting for duty," I announced myself when I entered. I saluted as a sign of respect. He raised his hand to show that I don't have to salute him. He signaled his assistant to give me a chair.

*they are speaking in Dutch, but I translated it.

"You are American, yah?" His assistant asked me. He offered me water, but I rejected it.

"Yes."

"Fill us in on the mission." The Chief ordered me. I thought this was discussed on the phone by Charles or someone in our division. I will call them later. I gave a short briefing on the case. I cited all the information given by His Highness and our intelligence unit. The moment I was done briefing them, The Chief signed something and handed me the signed paper.

I read the paper, and it was a pass from the bureau. I will give this to anyone, and they will tell me everything they know about the case. I have access to their files here at the department.

"Arthur, let her meet our head investigator for the Royal Case." The Chief then went out of the room. I got up and followed his assistance to the intelligence office. Their intelligence room was inside a bookshelf. To pass thru, they have to scan your iris. As soon as the scanner recognizes you, you can go inside. That is the situation here.

I saw many people inside. I read about the Denmark department's supercomputers. It is the fastest one yet. Faster than ours. Many agents are focused on the large screen, which has the satellite image of the Royal House.

"Conan! She's here." I noticed a man mid20s; I had to guess. Black hair and lots of ear piercings. I extended my hand. I noticed he had a face tattoo that looks good for his jawline. This man is the definition of a textbook baddie. If my cousin sees this man, he will melt.

"Great! Thank you, Andrew, and bye-bye!" He gestured for Andrew to leave. I can't help but smile. He looked at me and handed me a file. It was stamped confidential. I flipped through the pages, and I saw lists of names and some basic information about them. Conan gestured me to go to the front of the big screen to see an aerial shot of what I suspect is a cave.

"We speculated that it is a terrorist group from the US. Intel spotted their leader at the Hanstholm port this week. They were smuggling weapons in fish crates." The screen then showed crates of imported fish with guns beneath them. It was El Kraten group. Our agency didn't care where they were every time. It was not our priority. We would monitor them if it were necessary for our missions. I didn't know they transferred here.

"How did he get away? I assume as soon as he steps foot in that dock, he would be arrested. He is wanted, right?"

"He paid the port security to keep it hush."

"What do you think his motive was?" The terrorist group is not at war with Denmark. In fact, they should threaten the US and not the Royal Family. Something does not add up. I read the file on their leader and his whereabouts this couple of months.

"We haven't pinpointed that, but I think they are planning to attack. Here are the dates of activity of the terrorist group, and this is the timetable for the threats against the Royal Family." The dates lined up, but it is still just speculation. All of this could be coincidental.

"Why not arrest the terrorist right away?"

"Their main target is your government and not Denmark's. They haven't attacked any of our buildings nor centers. They can stay as long as they don't do anything. Those are our laws." he explained it.

"What's the other theory?"

"May 6th, this was leaked in an underground website controlled by a team of hackers." It was a handwritten letter claiming to want to attack the Royal Family and threatening His Majesty's welfare.

"We are still trying to track the address of the account that posted it, but the one posted that seems to be an expert hacker, and he or she left no trace." I sighed. These theories seem to hit a dead-end right now.

I can't help but wonder what if the appearance of the terrorist group and this letter is just a mere distraction to lead us away from the real danger. Conan gave me all their files and promised to keep me updated on new findings.

It is getting late, so I decided to go back. I have to make up an excuse for my late appearance in case someone asks. I put the files in a box and tied them to Black.

"Good Evening Ms. Solander." the palace guards greeted me. They heard that the Royal Family requested an audience with me. I had to drop off the files at my place and change clothes before heading to the main palace.

I changed out my school clothes and to my not so comfortable clothes. Charles made me buy all sorts of clothes because he commented on my clothes that they were agent-like clothes. He bought clothes that someone my age would wear. Whatever he means by that.

"Goodevening, Echo!"His Majesty greeted me. All of them are eating when I came in. I was seated at the far corner of the table, opposite the Royal Family, where I was comfortable. I was happy to eat at the guest house, but Her Majesty insisted that I join them in every meal.

My dish was served by the maidens at the back. I felt bad they had to wait for me when they could be having lunch right now. I tasted the food and it was amazing. It reminds me of my mother's food back home. I sent a thumbs up to the people at the back and I saw them smile.

While eating, His Majesty was called by his head butler. He excused himself to go to his office to deal with personal matters.

"Echo, why didn't you ride with Fifth right here?" I took a sip from my water. His Highness left the dining room and I immediately followed him.