I walked back to the garage, and was getting ready to ride out on my motorcycle when Bee rushed to the garage.

I looked her over and smirked. "You missed a button."

Bee didn't even bother to look. "I'm not wearing anything with buttons. You were seriously going to leave without me? I thought we were going over to Mango's."

I got off my bike and leaned it against the kickstand. Doc had used pressure sensors to rig it to deploy the kickstand as soon as I got off. Thanks, oh brother of mine. "I thought you were gonna be busy with Rafe for a lot longer, so I visited Doc before deciding to go home."

Bee crossed her arms and leaned back slightly, taking the stance of essentially every sassy person ever. "Nuh-uh. No way. It's been forever since we've had a girl's night. You can't weasel your way out of this one."

I grinned. "I hoped you'd say that." The girls walked over to Sophie's workspace. Sophie was the person who came up with all the disguises and background info for when agents go undercover. Not only could she transform people, she had the best taste of anyone I knew. Not counting me and Bee, of course.

Sophie opened the door after one knock, smiling widely. "Hey girls. Ready to be fabulized?" I took in her outfit and immediately decided to steal the look.

"You know us so well," Bee and I said in synchrony and then proceeded to laugh.

Sophie applauded. "Well done ladies. The only thing you need to do to get any more creepily in sync is to start dressing alike."

I looked at Sophie in horror. "Never. Never ever never. She dresses too much like -how do I put this nicely- a cheerleader."

Bee smacked my arm. "At least I don't look like I live on a motorcycle half the time."

I smacked her back, but Sophie broke in before I could respond, "Alrighty then, where are you gals goin' tonight?" I wonder if she purposely lets some of her southern twang break through. It's a decent way to disarm people.

While I had been thinking about Sophie's accent, Bee had already gotten her outfit together and was rocking it. She wore a white tube top with only one full length sleeve and a white snakeskin mini skirt. She had on three necklaces of varying length, large silver hoop earrings, and strappy white heels. The look worked well with her copper skin and dirty blonde hair. I wonder how many blonde jokes I can work in today.

Sophie grabbed my arm and handed me a pile of clothes to go put on while Bee did her makeup and Sophie did her hair. I had a pair of leather pants, a black sleeveless top, and a pair of black crushed velvet platform heels. Sophie chose well. In a little bag, there was a necklace with multiple gold coils, and dangly black beaded earrings.

I quickly put on the clothes and walked out, whistling when I saw Bee. "Damn girl, you're lookin' fine." Bee had on winged eyeliner, a smokey eye, and magenta maroon lipstick. There was a little side braid in her hair leading into a bigger braid, where Sophie had placed little pearl clips.

I sat down and did a light smokey eye and winged eyeliner on myself before turning to choose my lipstick while Sophie curled my violet-tipped hair. Eventually, I chose a dark red and applied a layer. I stood up and looked in the full length mirror on the wall. Well damn, I look hot. But then again, when do I not? She has to teach me how she curled my hair to fall in those perfect waves.

I turned and hugged Sophie before popping the lipstick I used into my black clutch. I grabbed my black leather jacket and put it on while I waited for Bee to grab a white wristlet from Sophie. I left when Bee realized she still needed to find a jacket.

I was in the garage and was listening to music in Bee's car when she came out wearing a denim jacket. She started talking about some news Sophie told her while I had been changing and had tuned her out. Apparently there had been some jewelry theft. Basically the usual. Before starting the car, I pulled magnetic strips off my newly updated batons, and wrapped them around my wrists.

We spent the entire car ride chilling, getting ready to have a blast once we got to Mango's. Mango's was pretty much the junior department's club. There were a few people who weren't agents who would stop by, but only like once a month. The club in itself was pretty cool. There was no point in carding since the bartender, Louie, could always tell if someone was underage or not. I still had no idea how he did it.

There was a dance floor and a different DJ every day. Aspiring comedians could always try to entertain us over by the stage. Some big comedians had been found at Mango's, too. Overall, a perfect hangout for us underage agents at the FBI's super secret junior department.

We pulled into a parking spot and got out. There was a long line of people trying to get in, but, like I said, Mango's was pretty exclusive. Bee and I walked up to the guard and flashed our badges. Junior department badges are pretty ingenious actually. For girls they were compacts with a special symbol printed on the top in a special ink that could only be seen through special contacts that the guards wear.

He nodded and waved us through. "Enjoy the night girls. There's a new comedian wannabe."

I laughed and said, "Don't worry Mannie. We'll take a video for you." Mannie shot us a thumbs up while Bee and I laughed and walked in, talking about the comedian.

Bee smiled mischievously. "Maybe the comedian will be hot."

I shook my head at her. "Bee, you have a boyfriend. And so do I."

Bee pouted prettily. "There's no harm in looking. Speaking of boyfriends, Alex I think someone's waiting for you."

I turned and saw Brandon waiting by the bar looking bored. I snuck over and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and broke out into a grin, before scooping me up in a flash.

He set me down again after a lingering hug. "Hey Allie, I didn't know you were stopping by today."

I grinned at him. "Tonight's girl's night. Besides, when do I need a reason to come to Mango's?"

He looked at me fondly. "True. Very true." One of Brandon's friends came up and started chatting with him.

While they were talking I noticed a half-empty mocktail next to Brandon. I was wondering who would've left it there, since Brandon was holding his drink, while I asked Louie for a mocktail. Letting it go, I turned around and told Brandon I was going to dance for a little bit. I ran onto the dance floor just as they started playing I Don't Belong In This Club, by Why Don't We. I danced my heart out, and when the song was over, I headed back to the bar.

Louie nodded at me, signalling that it was safe and nobody had slipped anything into my drink. Finishing it off, I listened to Brandon's friend describe the jewelry theft Bee was talking about earlier. "It was hella weird. The dude broke into a jewelry shop and took some worthless jewel, ignoring the big-ass diamond right there."

I interrupted the story, ignoring the dirty look Brandon shot me. "Do you know what kind of jewel it was?"

The friend looked at me condescendingly before answering, "Some jewel named after a bone. Femur? Tibia? Spine? Skull? I don't know for su-hey!" I accidentally-on-purpose knocked his drink onto him as I raced past. I found Bee over by the stage, laughing at the comedian. Looks like another rising talent.

"Bee! I made a breakthrough in my case. I need your keys, stat!" Bee grabbed her keys and tossed them to me. I raced out the door, waving bye to Mannie.

My mind raced as I drove through empty streets back to the office. Another mysterious theft. First a key, then a pair of doors, now a piece of spinel. What possible connection could they have, other than seeming irrational? My mind whirled, and I almost missed the building. I quickly parked in the garage and made it through security as fast as possible.

I rushed to Rafe's office and slammed the door open, interrupting what looked like a very serious game of Brawl Stars. "Rafe, I think we have a serial thiefer on our hands. I want a team of agents to catch this guy."

Rafe looked up from the game over flashing on his screen. "Serial thiefer?"

I crossed my arms. "Yes. Serial thiefer. Do you have a better word for what this guy is? He or she is stealing a series of things. Therefore, this person is a serial thiefer."

Rafe shook his head. "Burglar? Just plain thief? You know what, never mind. What makes you think there is a, um, serial thiefer running around?"

I uncrossed my arms and walked over to his desk. "In the case I'm on right now, a key went missing from a heavily protected antique store which housed multiple far more valuable pieces. There was another case where someone broke into a famous museum and stole a pair of doors instead of any of the other famous items being housed at the museum that night. Then there's the latest theft, where someone broke into a jewelry store and stole a piece of spinel, instead of the more expensive diamonds that were there. I think there's something fishy going on."

Rafe stood up. "I have had quite enough of your conspiracy theories. I need tangible evidence, or at least another unexplained theft. For all you know these could be entirely unrelated. Now go home."

I walked away furious. I hopped on my bike and rode out of the garage. Rafe you dumbass. You just can't open your damn eyes to see what's right in front of your face. I drove out past the suburbs to my home. The JDA.

Now, you see, to the outside world, JDA stands for Janice Davenport Academy. An exclusive boarding school that produces world leaders and other assorted important people. The residents, however, know the truth. The JDA is the Junior Department Academy. An academy that recruits, trains, and houses agents of the FBI's Junior Department.

Since things can get a little rowdy, us all being hormonal, field-ready teenagers and all, the agents who have graduated literally live in a castle on a hill. Although it's technically a different building, it is still part of JDA, so that's what everyone calls it.

I drove up the hill where JDA's dorms sat. I parked in the massive garage, and headed to my room. I trudged through the halls, tired out from my long, frustrating day. I paused by the display case housing the JDA rule book, and silently laughed to myself.

Every day, the JDA rule book was open to a different page, each page holding a rule. Today, the page it had been opened to housed Rule #46: Do not try to kill each other with orange peels. Amused, and my black mood slightly lifted, I walked the rest of the way to my room. The instant I opened my door to step inside, I sensed someone there, and whirled, throwing one of my knives at the intruder.

The intruder stepped out of the shadows, holding my knife. "Woah. Chill. It's me, Victor, the guy you almost had killed?"

I held another knife threateningly. "What do you want?"