~Forgotten~

~Back Again~

(I do not own the characters, only the plot.)

We started driving to the nearest CIA outpost.

"So, what have you been doing in the past 9 years?"

"Uhm?"

"Tell me."

"Fine, but only after you tell me what you've done."

"Well, in those years I was an agent."

I laughed.

"Thats obvious."

Erica had changed a lot since I met her. She had turned from the Ice Queen to someone who would willingly open herself up to people she was close to, which may not seem like much, but for her it was huge progress.

"Well, what have you done in these years, Agent Smokescreen?" She said tauntingly.

In the 3 years after me and my friends graduation, our nicknames from spy school had stuck and became our codenames.

"Well, I took an entire organization down by myself, and drank a lot of coffee to do it."

She smirked.

We were pulling up at the outpost, and she instantly went back into her old, cold demeanor that was enough to scare the living daylights out of anyone she faced.

She pulled out an ID card and slid it through the scanner at the old warehouse's back door.

"Beep. Please speak so we can verify your identity."

"Agent 12654 reporting with Agent 13879, otherwise codenames Ice Queen and Smokescreen."

"Access Granted."

We walked into the so called old run down building to find the inside was shimmering white, with dozens of other agents rushing around and tapping on their phones, yet every eye seemed to be drawn to us.

The entire hallway fell into utter silence.

Whispers broke out.

"Is it really him?"

"I think so."

"He's S-s-Smokescreen!"

The whispers turned into conversations.

"He is Smokescreen!"

"Agent 13879!"

"With Ice Queen behind him!"

"Agent 12654 and 13879 beside each other! I've never even imagined meeting one of them, but both here!?"

Everyone hushed back up when I said,

"Does anyone here have a drink and a snack? I'm starving."

"Of course, b-but are you really h-him?"

I never knew I had become such a legend of a lone wolf after all those years I was rogue.

"Yeah."

"Wow."

The meek agent walked away.

I didn't know why they all thought I was so special.

I gave Erica a look that was basically just a question.

"You were already the 2nd best agent before you left. Then, after you left and trained you didn't really officially leave."

I nodded. I still kept my CIA ID card in my pocket along with my keys to my cabinet safe along with some pocket money at all times.

"So, they actually for once started giving you credit, and when you started taking down Croatoan, they knew it was you and made you number 1, in front of me."

I smiled, as the CIA itself now thought I was better than the Erica Hale.

"Don't get full of yourself." She slapped me once again. "Ow!" She continued talking. "These are the idiots that can't even tell which side is the right side to be on."

"But you do work for them?"

That ended the conversation.

I smirked.

Returning to my thoughts, I was contemplating the fact about why I didn't deserve that title.

I'm not the best. Why do think so highly of me? I let my friends die. I didn't deserve to be in the CIA. I didn't deserve to be anything.

My stomach rumbled. I went into a slight pink, as Erica rolled her eyes.

"I thought such a great spy  wouldn't go hungry?"

"Hey! Even you get hungry sometimes!"

"Does that mean I'm a better spy than you?"

I laughed. It seemed to spread to everyone in the room.

Erica started giggling.

My eyes widened.

"Erica Hale can giggle around other people?"

Slap.

"Ow."

It was great to be back.

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