As Jesse pulled the door open, Jesse and Matt both braced themselves for the worst. Instead, they were greeted by twenty teenagers, each sitting soundlessly in chairs that circled a glass podium on a small platform in the center. All eyes turned to Matt and Jesse as they entered the mediocre sized room. Uncomfortable from the stares, they both instantly took two empty seats near the entrance.

The ceiling lights dimmed, and a discreet trap door on the center platform opened. Out climbed a tall man, decked in a black suit complete with black sunglasses, a white tunic, and black polished shoes. The trap door slammed shut, and the man stood sternly before the podium, with his hands behind his back. A microphone then emerged from the glass podium, automatically adjusting its height to the man’s towering stature.

The man spoke, “I thank you all for being here tonight. I knew you would come.”

Matt whispered eagerly to Jesse, “That’s the voice that was talking to us when we first came into this building!”

The man’s head snapped in Matt’s direction. Matt uneasily discontinued his conversation.

As the man continued to speak, the platform he was standing upon began to gradually turn, giving him the possibility to see each teenager in the room, “I am Bond. James Bond. I know it is not the most original name for a spy, but it will do for me.”

Matt and Jesse exchanged bewildered looks. Jesse could not believe what he just heard. ‘Spy?’ He wondered, ‘Did he just say he was a spy?’. Similar thoughts were running through Matt’s head as well. They both then brought their attention back to James Bond, who was still talking.

“I am the head of WGG Headquarters. Here, we run a cooperation of spies of all ages. With all the evil in the world, it was about time someone started an agency to assist stopping crime. We are much more intelligent than the police force and control a more intricate network of communication than the police will ever have. With thousands of accomplished missions to our account, we are the top spy agency in the world. Yes…the world.

“You may be wondering how you even got an invitation to join WGG. We have a shortage of teenage spies at our cooperation. So believe it or not, we sent our top stalkers out to track teenagers all over New York. The stalkers recorded the every movement of the teenagers for precisely one week, carefully studying to see if they possess qualities of a good spy. If the teen passed the test, the stalker would gather as much personal information as possible, and transmit the results to the Board of Selecting Spies. We are very selective about who we send invitations to. You all should be extremely honored to be invited.

“Many of your parents, friends, or relatives may have heard of us from either the numerous articles written on the success of our agency, or word-of-mouth. Even though our company is known to the public, they do not know the details of how we accomplish our missions. It is dangerous if the identity of our spies is released, and we recognize that your parents or legal guardians know that you all here could become spies. That is why you each will receive a code name.

“Our number one rule here is that you may not release ANY, I repeat, ANY information about this place to ANYONE. Do not converse about WGG in public. Otherwise, we will be forced to erase any recollection of WGG missions and information from your memory and family members as well. We have our ways to go about this. I can not stress the secrecy issue enough. Whatever goes on here stays here. It takes hard work and dedication to be a spy, but I believe you all will succeed. Any questions?”

Matt sat in his chair in shock. It was difficult for him to grasp the concept that he had the chance to be an actual spy; A real genuine spy. Sure he played one in Spy Kids 2, but that was acting. This was real-life. He then tried to read the expression on Jesse’s face. Jesse appeared to be trying not to fall asleep, but the rest of the teenagers in the room showed no emotion. ‘How can they not all be stunned by this? This is so completely random and crazy!’ Matt thought worriedly.

“Do not appear to be so frazzled, Matt O’Leary,” James Bond said to Matt as the spinning platform came to a halt, “Every good spy experiences angst when they are first addressed with all this information.”

‘Great, he knows my name and can read my thoughts. What else can this guy do?’ Matt pondered.

“I would like all of you to arrive here tomorrow at 5 AM. We have a lot of work to do. You are now dismissed. Please leave two at a time, as to not make you all look suspicious.” James Bond finished.

Jesse and Matt were the first to leave the WGG building. They walked away from the spy headquarters, wishing they could speak about the strange event that took place. They knew they were forbidden, and did not feel like dealing with the drastic consequences. Matt then reached the street he lived on, “See you tomorrow at five?” he said to Jesse.

“Definitely!” Jesse grinned.