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MidReal Story
The Youngest Young Agents
Scenario:Okay so my name is Clover and I am different from my Sisters and Brothers I am shy, quiet, and read when my family is around but at night I am a parkour person with my friends and sometimes we look so simaler that we confuse others when we are in school. My friends are named Wish and Lucky, my sisters are Linda, and Carmen, my brothers are Sam and Theo, me and my friends use watches to communicate because we are the youngest FBI agents ever and on on high class undercover missions and her brother Sam is the only one who actually gets worried when she is gone for long periods of time because she is only 9 and she is adopted and has trust issues and is silent to her family and really shy and Wish and Lucky two sisters are also adopted by different familys but Clover has trust issues even with her friends but soon they learn that Clover can't talk at all and she uses ASL to communicate with her family and Friends
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Clover Walsh
She is a 9yearold girl adopted from China. She is shy, intelligent, and adventurous. At home, she is often quiet and hides in books, especially around her large and boisterous family. However, at night, she transforms into a confident young agent, leading her friends Wish and Lucky on thrilling parkour missions. Despite being young, she shows remarkable courage and skill. Her adoption has left her with trust issues, but her close bond with her friends provides her a sense of belonging and security.
Carmen Walsh
She is another of Clover's older sisters. She is caring, gentle, and understanding. While trying to get closer to Clover through shared interests like reading, she recognizes Clover's need for space and doesn't push too hard. Carmen acts as a bridge between the family's chaos and Clover's quiet nature. Her nurturing personality helps create a sense of security and warmth within the family dynamics.
Linda Walsh
She is Clover's older sister by two years. She is playful, loud, and mischievous. Often found teasing and encouraging Clover to come out of her shell, Linda sees Clover's shyness as a challenge to overcome. She is part of the large Walsh family and shares the responsibility of caring for younger siblings like Clover. Her outgoing nature often clashes with Clover's quiet demeanor, but she attempts to bridge the gap between them.
I have three sisters and two brothers.
I am not talking about my biological family, but my adopted family.
I have three older sisters and two older brothers.
My Sisters are named Linda, Carmen and the last one I don't want to tell you right now.
My brothers are named Sam and Theo.
I am the youngest of all.
I am a very shy girl, I don't talk much.
I am also very quiet, unless I am with my friends.
I love reading books, doing puzzles and stuff like that.
When I am at home, I sit in my room and read books all day, because I don't want to be around my family.
They are just too loud and annoying sometimes.
But they are also very sweet and nice to me.
They treat me like I am their own child, which is something I really appreciate.
But there is something you should know about me.
At night, when everyone is sleeping, I go out of my house and do parkour with my friends until the morning comes.
Yes, you heard that right!
I do parkour at night, when everyone is sleeping!
You must be thinking that I am crazy!
But it's not like that!
I am actually a young FBI agent!
Me and my friends are the youngest FBI agents ever!
We get secret missions from our boss every week and we have to complete them within a week!
I close my book and listen carefully.
I can hear Sam's snores coming from the other side of my bedroom wall.
He is sleeping in his room.
Carmen's music is still playing quietly in her room, which is on the other side of Sam's room.
I look down at my digital watch, which I am wearing on my left wrist.
It's blinking 11:30 PM.
Time to move!
I get up from my bed and go to my closet to change into my black outfit, which consists of a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers.
I take out my mission gear from under the loose floorboard of my room and put it in my backpack.
I then go to the window and push it open.
The window creaks a little, so I freeze for a moment to see if anyone heard it.
But no one came out of their rooms, so I climb out onto the narrow ledge outside the window. I can see Wish and Lucky standing in the shadows below me, looking up at me with their watches glowing in the dark.
They are waiting for me to come down.
I slowly edge along the ledge towards the drainpipe that goes all the way down to the ground.
It's a three-story drop, but I am not scared because I have done this many times before.
Balancing on the narrow ledge, I gauge the distance to the ground.
I can see Wish and Lucky waiting for me in the shadows.
The cool night air whips against my face as I edge forward.
My fingers find the familiar grooves in the brick, a path I've taken many times before.
Twenty feet isn't much.
I've jumped from higher.
Pushing off with my legs, I launch into the darkness.
Time seems to slow as I tuck my body tight, executing three precise pike flips.
The world spins in controlled rotation before my feet connect silently with the grass.
The mission has begun.
I straighten up from my landing and brush a bit of grass off my black mission suit.
My eyes meet the expectant gazes of my friends.
My hands move in practiced patterns, signing "Hi" followed by "What's tonight's mission?"
The streetlight catches Lucky's red hair as she steps forward, her voice hushed but clear.
Wish keeps watch, ever vigilant for any signs of trouble.
Though I can hear perfectly fine, this has become our routine - me signing, them speaking.
It started when they discovered my selective mutism last year during a close call with a security guard.
Now it's just how we communicate, no questions asked.
Lucky pulls a crumpled blueprint from her pocket and spreads it on the ground beneath the dim streetlight.
I crouch down, studying the layout of the museum.
Wish keeps watch, her eyes scanning the rooftops for any sign of danger.
My fingers trace the lines of the blueprint, taking in every detail.
The security cameras, the patrol routes, the ventilation shafts.
It's a complex system, but I've studied it enough to know its weaknesses.
I tap my watch to sync our timing.
We need to be in and out within ten minutes, before the guards make their next rotation.
"Ready?"
Lucky asks, her voice low and urgent.
I nod, rising from the blueprint.
I gesture towards the shadowy outline of the museum six blocks away.
Lucky folds up the blueprint and tucks it into her pocket.
"Remember, we're going for the artifact in the east wing," Lucky whispers, glancing at me with a determined look.
Wish nods, adding, "And don't forget, the security override is only good for five minutes once we trigger it."
I sign back quickly, "Got it, let's make history."
I lead the way, my feet silent on the damp pavement.
We stick to the back alleys, using the brick walls for cover.
At each intersection, I pause, scanning the streets for any signs of movement.
A flick of my wrist signals us to proceed, and we move as one.
The night air is cool against my skin, and the black fabric of our mission suits blends us into the shadows.
We're two blocks away from the museum when a police cruiser rolls by.
I freeze, pressing myself against the wall as its red taillights disappear around the corner.
"That was close," Lucky murmurs, her eyes wide with adrenaline.
Wish whispers, "We need to be more careful; they're patrolling more frequently tonight."
I sign quickly, "Stay sharp, we're almost there."
I crouch by the museum's heavy metal door, my fingers slipping into a hidden pocket to retrieve my lock picks.
Wish and Lucky keep watch, their eyes scanning the rooftops and the street beyond.
The streetlight above flickers, casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement.
My fingers work the delicate tools with careful movements I've practiced countless times.
A car passes by on the nearby street, its headlights momentarily illuminating us before it disappears around the corner.
Lucky tenses beside me, her breath catching in her throat.
But I remain focused, my hands steady as I feel each pin click into place.
The lock is an older model - same as the training locks back at headquarters.
It shouldn't take long to crack.
Thirty seconds pass, maybe more, as I manipulate the pins with precision.
Finally, I feel the satisfying shift of the final tumbler.
I ease the heavy metal door open just wide enough for us to slip through.
The hinges creak slightly, the sound echoing in the night.
The security panel beside the door glows red in the darkness.
Wish and Lucky keep watch while I pull the bypass device from my belt.
I connect it to the wiring behind the panel, following the steps from our training sessions.
My fingers move quickly, disabling the first layer of security.
Thirty seconds pass, and then the panel switches from red to green.
I slip through the doorway, Wish and Lucky close behind.
Our footsteps are silent on the polished floor.
Above us, the security cameras sweep back and forth, their red lights blinking in the darkness.
We press ourselves against the wall, waiting for the right moment to move.
I pull up my wrist display, the countdown timer glowing blue in the dark.
Thirty seconds until the camera blackout begins.
Lucky readies the artifact case key in her hand, while Wish positions herself by the entrance to the east wing.
When my watch vibrates at the ten-second mark, I raise three fingers, then two, then one.
The cameras freeze and power down, plunging us into darkness except for the emergency exit signs above each door.
Lucky whispers, "This is it, the moment we've been training for."
Wish nods, her voice steady, "Remember, the artifact isn't just valuable; it's the key to everything."
I reply softly, "Let's make history tonight—no mistakes."
I lead the way down the darkened corridor, our footsteps echoing softly on the marble floor.
The artifact case is just ahead, its glass surface reflecting the faint glow of the exit signs.
As we approach, words suddenly escape my lips - actual spoken words, not just whispers.
"We're making history tonight," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
But it's enough to make Wish and Lucky freeze in their tracks, turning to stare at me with wide eyes.
My hand flies to my mouth, shocked at hearing my own voice break through the silence.
I haven't spoken in years, not since that day.
When they start to question me, I quickly sign "later" and point urgently at the artifact case.
Lucky nods and moves to unlock it while Wish resumes her lookout position, but I catch them exchanging meaningful glances.
I watch as Lucky's hands work the key into the artifact case lock, her movements precise and controlled.
The glass display box sits atop a marble pedestal, barely visible in the dim emergency lighting.
When the lock clicks open, a soft blue glow emanates from within, illuminating our faces.
The artifact - a small crystalline sphere - pulses with an otherworldly light that reflects off the glass walls.
Wish gasps beside me, breaking protocol.
I raise my hand to silence her, scanning the shadows for any movement.
A faint scuff of boots against tile echoes from the west corridor.
I snap my head toward the sound, locking eyes with Wish who heard it too.
Without hesitation, I snatch the glowing sphere from the case and slide it into my reinforced backpack.
The fabric seems to warm against my skin where the artifact touches.
Lucky starts to whisper something, but I cut her off with a sharp hand signal.
The guard's flashlight beam sweeps across the far wall, getting closer.
I grip Lucky's hand tightly and pull her into a sprint down the east corridor, my backpack thumping against my spine with each step.
Wish is right behind us as the guard's beam hits the wall where we stood seconds ago.
The sphere's warmth pulses through my pack, matching the rhythm of my racing heartbeat.
We dash past glass display cases, our footsteps echoing despite our training to move silently.
At the end of the corridor, I spot the maintenance door we marked on our blueprint.
The guard's voice calls out "Hey!" just as we reach it.
"Did you feel that?" Lucky pants, glancing at the backpack as we skid to a halt.
"Yeah," I reply, breathless, "it's like it's alive or something."
Wish fumbles with the door handle, urgency in her voice as she says, "We need to find out why it chose you."
I burst through the maintenance door, Lucky and Wish right behind me.
We spill out into the alley behind the museum, the cool night air slapping us in the face.
Red and blue lights flash at both ends of the alley, police sirens wailing in our ears.
The sphere pulses faster against my back, almost as if it's urging us forward.
I grab Lucky and Wish by their hands and pull them toward the fire escape ladder.
Our original exit plan was to use the sewer tunnel, but with cops closing in on both sides, we have to go with our backup route - over the rooftops.
We mapped it out just in case something like this happened.
The ladder is rusty and creaks under our combined weight as we climb.
Police flashlights sweep the alley below us, casting eerie shadows against the walls.
We reach the third floor and I motion for Lucky to step onto the platform first.
She does, but her foot slips on a rusty rung, sending her stumbling forward.
My heart leaps into my throat as her foot misses the next rung and she falls backward, her hands grasping for something, anything, to catch herself.
Without thinking, I lunge forward and grab her forearm, my fingers locking around her wrist.
The sphere in my backpack pulses rapidly against my spine as I brace myself against the railing.
Lucky's wide eyes lock with mine as she dangles in the air for what feels like an eternity.
Then Wish reaches down and grabs Lucky's other hand, pulling her back up onto the platform.
We all breathe a sigh of relief as Lucky regains her balance.
"Thanks," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly.
I nod and take the lead again, testing each rung carefully before signaling for them to follow.
The metal creaks beneath our feet as we climb higher and higher, passing broken windows and crumbling brick walls.
Finally, we reach the rooftop and step onto the flat surface.
We pause for a moment to catch our breath, the stolen sphere still pulsing in my backpack.
I glance at Lucky and Wish, then motion for them to follow me.
We start sprinting across the roof, the city skyline stretching out before us like a twinkling canvas of lights.
We leap over a narrow gap between buildings, landing hard on the gravel surface of the next roof.
Lucky stumbles slightly, but Wish grabs her arm and keeps her upright.
We keep running, jumping from one building to another as the police sirens fade into the distance below us.
"Do you think the sphere's trying to lead us somewhere?" Lucky asks, her voice barely audible over the wind.
Wish glances at me, her eyes sharp with realization. "Or maybe it's trying to tell us something—something about why it chose you."
I don't answer, focusing on guiding them through the maze of rooftops.
The sphere's pulsing grows stronger, almost as if it's urging us to keep moving.
We leap over another gap, this time wider than the others, and land hard on the gravel surface of a dilapidated warehouse.
The building creaks beneath our feet, and for a moment, I worry it might collapse.
But we keep running, the cool night air rushing past our faces.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, we see the safe house in the distance - a nondescript building with a flat roof and a single chimney stack.
We sprint toward it, our footsteps echoing off the walls.
As we approach the edge of the rooftop, I motion for them to slow down.
We creep forward cautiously, peering over the edge to make sure no one is waiting for us below.
The alley is dark and deserted, except for a police helicopter hovering above the rooftops nearby.
Its spotlight sweeps across the buildings, casting an eerie glow over everything. We duck down behind a chimney stack and wait for the helicopter to pass.
My heart races as I peer around the corner, watching as the spotlight moves closer and closer.
Lucky gasps beside me, her hand clutching my arm tightly.
Just as the light is about to sweep over us, it veers sharply away, moving toward another rooftop in the distance.
We breathe a sigh of relief as it disappears into the darkness.
"That was close," Wish whispers, her voice trembling slightly.
I nod in agreement and motion for them to follow me again.
We climb down from the rooftop and make our way through the alley to the safe house door.
I unlock it quickly and we slip inside, closing it behind us with a soft click.
The room is dimly lit by a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows against the walls.
I take off my backpack and place it gently on a nearby table, feeling the sphere's warmth radiating through its fabric walls. Lucky collapses onto a nearby couch with a sigh of relief while Wish leans against a wall, her eyes fixed on me with an unreadable expression.
I sign to her in American Sign Language (ASL), "Thanks for almost getting us caught."
My hands move quickly in front of me, forming intricate patterns that convey my words.
Wish rolls her eyes but doesn't respond verbally.
Instead, she signs back in ASL, "You're welcome."
I place the backpack with the pulsing sphere on the safe house table, still feeling its warmth against my back.
Lucky, catching her breath on the couch, looks at me curiously.
I sign to Wish about our narrow escape, emphasizing the helicopter's close call.
Wish signs back in ASL, "You're welcome," with a smirk on her face.
I pause for a moment before responding, then surprise them both by speaking aloud, "That was sarcasm."
My voice is hoarse from disuse, but it still carries a hint of defiance.
They stare at me in shock for a moment before I continue signing in ASL, "Let's take a closer look at this thing."
I sit at the table, the stolen sphere pulsing softly in front of me.
Lucky rests on the couch, still catching her breath, while Wish stands nearby, watching the door.
After a few moments, it opens and our boss enters, his expression serious.
I quickly sign a message to him, my hands moving rapidly in front of me.
Wish and Lucky exchange puzzled looks, not understanding what I'm saying.
I continue signing, explaining the strange behavior of the sphere and our close call with the helicopter.
Our boss nods thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the room before focusing on me.
He signs back in ASL, giving us instructions for what to do next.
I nod, understanding his plan.
I carefully open the sphere, revealing a glowing map inside.
The light illuminates our faces as I trace the paths with my finger.
Lucky leans forward from the couch, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Wish steps closer, still guarding the door but now focused on the map.
I sign to them about the hidden paths and how we can follow them to uncover more secrets.
We prepare to leave, ready for our next mission.
Our boss signs again in ASL, reminding us to be cautious and stay alert.
I nod, acknowledging his warning.
The sphere's glow fades as we close it, sealing our resolve for the journey ahead.
I sit at the safe house table, the mysterious map spread out before us.
Lucky rests on the couch, still recovering from our escape, while Wish guards the door.
Our boss signs instructions for our next mission, emphasizing caution and strategy.
I sign back that we'll plan it tomorrow since there's no school.
He nods and leaves, leaving us to discuss our next move.
As we talk, Lucky lets out a sneeze.
Without thinking, I say, "Bless you."
Everyone freezes and stares at me.
I clear my throat and say, "I've been able to talk; it's just hard."
Lucky and Wish look at me, confused.
The room is quiet except for the soft pulsing of the sphere.
"Why?"
Lucky asks.
I pause, trying to find the right words.
"Why is it hard?"
Wish signs in ASL.
I realize I've been thinking in Chinese, my native language.
I take a moment to translate my thoughts into English, then sign my response in ASL.
"It feels unnatural. My t##t isn't used to it."
Lucky nods slowly, understanding dawning on her face.
"Why didn't you tell us before?" Lucky asks, her voice gentle but curious.
I shrug, signing back, "Didn't want to be treated differently."
Wish signs, "We would never do that. You're part of the team, no matter what."
I sit with Lucky and Wish in our safe house, the pulsing sphere on the table.
Lucky asks about my selective mutism, and I struggle to explain.
My thoughts form in Chinese, and I sign in ASL that speaking feels unnatural.
Lucky gently probes why I kept this secret.
I admit through signs that I feared being treated differently.
Wish reassures me with ASL that I'm part of the team no matter what.
As we share this moment of understanding, the sphere continues to pulse softly.
In our safe house, Lucky and Wish continue to ask about my background.
I hesitate, then decide to share.
As they watch, I take a deep breath and speak in Mandarin, "I am from China."
The words feel strange but right.
Lucky's eyes widen in surprise, while Wish nods in understanding.
The pulsing sphere on the table dims slightly as if acknowledging this moment.
I sign to them that it's hard to talk about my past, but I trust them.
Lucky leans forward, her curiosity piqued.
"What brought you here?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I pause, feeling the weight of the question, and finally say, "I was sent to find something... or someone."
We walk home together, the three of us.
Lucky and Wish flank me, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night.
The stolen sphere is safely tucked away in my backpack, its pulsing glow hidden from view.
As we approach my house, I turn to them and say softly in Mandarin, "See you tomorrow."
They look at me with a mix of surprise and understanding, still processing the revelations of the night.
I nod, and they wave goodbye as I head inside.
My parents are asleep when I enter the house.
I move quietly to my room, careful not to disturb them.
Once inside, I lock the door behind me and take out the sphere from my backpack.
I hide it under my bed, making sure it's out of sight but within reach.
The next morning, Sam finds me in the kitchen, pouring myself a bowl of cereal.
He looks at me curiously and signs in ASL, "Where were you last night?"
I pause for a moment before responding in Mandarin, "I was out with friends."
Sam furrows his brow slightly, clearly puzzled by my response.
But he nods and says in English, "Okay. Just be careful next time."
I nod, knowing that the secrets I keep are as fragile as the trust I've built.
