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old to be considered for
the program. I started six months ago with a few others. It’s
always been a dream of mine, to become an agent.”
    Something was nagging her. “Why did Agent
Barnes call me a Drifter ? What is that exactly?” She had a
feeling it wasn’t a good thing.
    “A Drifter is a Seventh who’s been on their
own for a very long time and lost to the agency,” answered Tristan.
“Like you, they have no idea that there are others like them in the
world. Usually, if the agency hasn’t found them when they’re really
young, they start to believe they’re crazy. They eventually go
insane.”
    Zoey looked away. “Sounds great.” A shiver
rolled down her back. She couldn’t help but wonder if that might
have happened to her.
    “So…how many more operatives are there? Are
there some at this hive place where we’re going? Is that where you
train, at the hive place?”
    “Yes, there are a few of us.”
    Zoey couldn’t help but be fascinated.
    “So if you don’t become an agent, what else
is there?” She imaged herself as an agent battling monsters like a
ninja.
    Tristan laughed softly. “You ask a lot of
questions.”
    Zoey did her best to hide her excitement in
her voice.
    “I’ve been waiting all my life to ask them.
I feel like my head’s going to explode if I don’t ask them—you have
no idea.”
    Tristan watched a car roll by and disappear
around the corner. “Well, it depends on the Seventh. Some try to
live normal lives, away from the agency, but even they get
basic combat training to protect themselves from dangerous
illegals. It’s really up to each Seventh to decide what he or she
wants to do. There’re loads of opportunities for them. They could
teach, own a business, do research, or even work in
management.”
    “Am I going to be an operative, too?” she
asked. She knew that her eagerness showed on her face. Just the
thought sounded too good to be true. How could she be anyone
important? Her stomach twisted.
    Tristan didn’t answer right away. “I’m not
sure exactly. Management will decide, I guess. Sorry, but I really
don’t know.”
    Before Zoey could ask more questions, Agent
Lee moved towards them, holding up his cell phone.
    “Just got a call from the agency,” he said,
and then he lowered his voice. “You won’t believe this—an interloper’s been stolen at the Boston hive. Sounds like the
thieves put up a pretty big fight, too—lots of casualties, very
violent, eight agents were killed. They’re sending
reinforcements.”
    Agent Barnes’ face darkened, and he stood
silent for a moment. “There’s only one reason why someone or something would want such a dangerous device. The interloper
was securely bound. Nobody should have been able to get it. How did
they get past security?”
    “I don’t know,” answered Agent Lee,
perplexed. “I’ve been asked to investigate.”
    “The interloper’s location was a heavily
guarded secret,” Agent Barnes said. “It was well hidden and
protected. Whoever is behind this had inside knowledge. I’m sure of
it.”
    Agent Lee looked grim but said nothing.
    Zoey wondered what an interloper was. It had
to be something of great importance. She longed to know what it
was. The situation sounded really serious. People had lost their
lives because of it. She was itching to know more about this
device.
    As she opened her mouth to ask Tristan, a
black SUV with tinted windows pulled up to the curb. Agent Barnes
walked up to the vehicle and opened the back door.
    “In you go, Little Red,” he said and
gestured to Zoey. He still looked angry. “It’s getting late, and we
have a long drive out of the city.”
    Agent Lee snapped his fingers at Tristan.
“We should go. I hate these kinds of things—now everyone’s a
suspect. Keep your eyes open for anything unusual, even if you
think it’s minor.”
    Tristan got up. “See you later, Zoey,” he
said and started to walk away.
    Zoey jumped to her feet. “What? You’re