Identity Unknown

"Being back here made me see how much it can get to you; the training, all of the lessons, even just the environment we are in. We aren't the same as everyone else. And everyone else can never know.'

After six months of searching for her father, Charlotte Goode returns to the Gallagher Academy. Exams and eager friends await, but something is wrong. When a phone call changes everything, Zach can offer the answer - but someone will stop at nothing to keep him silent. And when a double agent is revealed, Charlotte must choose who to trust - but time is running out, and the Academy's greatest secrets are at risk.

The stakes are higher, but is she ready?


2. Changes

I pushed open the mahogany doors, my shoes clacking against the wooden flooring of the grand hall. The smell of fresh bread wafted through the air. Girls chattered about classes and P&E techniques, excited about the new term.  I grabbed myself a glass of orange juice and took a sip, the sharp citrus washing down my throat. I felt someone nudge my shoulder and I spun round quickly.


"Hey," I said, eyeing him carefully. His tie was loose around his neck, his blazer a size too big. His shoes were polished impeccably, as usual - but something had changed.

He nodded. "Solomon kept you training?"

"Yup," I said, taking another sip and keeping my eyes locked with his. But then he broke my gaze.

"See you around," he muttered to the ground, before pushing through the crowd, away from me.

Weird. Zach had always been kind of secretive, mysterious; I guess all spies were a bit like that. But something was different. Something was wrong.

"Charlie!" someone called, distracting me. Bex waved me over to a table, a grin spreading across her face. I smiled slyly back at her, grabbed a croissant and slipped onto the bench next to her.

"So?!" she asked, her voice rising.

"Sooooo," I said, dragging out the word nonchalantly. But before Bex could respond, the headmistress took her place at the podium.

"Welcome back, girls," she beamed. Her hair was piled perfectly on top of her head, a flawless manicure upon her fingernails. Headmistress Morgan continued with announcements and changes in staff, but I couldn't concentrate. But suddenly she had my full attention.

"Mr Solomon, our Covert Operations instructor, has taken a break, and in the meantime, Agent Stevens will be teaching his classes."

The name pounded in my head. He was here.

Someone shook my shoulder, and I flinched.

"So, what happened?" Bex questioned eagerly. "We didn't hear from you all summer - you must have found something!"

"Sure," I said smoothly, placing a scrap of croissant onto my tongue, letting the sugary pastry dissolve. I kept my gaze steady, watched her eyes flicker to behind me. She tried to cover it up, but I saw the slight tilt of her chin, the twitch of her mouth. 

"What?" I mouthed.

A hand clamped down on my shoulder. I felt the smooth nails of a fresh manicure dig into my skin.

"Miss Goode. My office. Now." said the headmistress. 


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