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You look once more at the massive wall, wondering whether every girl in town was on the board. It was kinda hard to imagine though because the town you lived in was pretty big. It was bit secluded and isolated, but there was enough people in town that it the wall probably wouldn't be enough if this "club" ever documented all the girls in school. You look down at the young redheaded girl you were going to shadow tomorrow, and wondered quite briefly if this girl did indeed have a U.S.G and whether she was bad as Jessica, the cheerleader aiming for you. You cut your musings short as you feel a wave of drowsiness wash over you. 'Miguel is right. It is getting kinda late' you think as you turn around and head back over to the stairs. As you climb up to the basement door, you fleetingly speculate who your partner is and what she looks like. 'I guess I'll just have to wait and see.' you think.

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The next morning came swiftly, the sun peaking over the horizon and shining its lights into your bedroom; signaling the start of a new day. To most other people, today was just another boring day at school, but to you it was a lot more significant than that. Today was the day of your mission. Today was the day you had to spy and shadow a girl all through out the town. Today was the day where you probably had to fight a girl to save yourself from a physical, mental, and sexual beat down. It was extremely terrifying, but at the same time you felt a strange sense of excitement. You didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing as you slowly got out of bed to change.

Nothing rather interesting happened in school and even if it did you probably wouldn’t notice it because your mind was too occupied with your mission. Still, it seemed a bit odd that nothing happened considering one of the most sadistic people in school had it out for you. You imagined Jessica would have jumped you in the bathroom or something by now, but you had gone to the bathroom several times today and not once did she show up. It was obvious she was waiting for the right moment to strike but she didn't seem like the patient type to you. You shrugged, figuring she was gonna jump you on your way back home from school. Unfortunately for her, you weren’t going to be back home until sometime this evening thanks to this mission of his.

As the final school bell rung and you walked out of the school doors, a hand rested on your shoulder. Knowingly, you looked back to find Miguel with the most serious face you had ever seen him have. “It is time, my friend.” he said motioning you to follow him.

The basement of Miguel’s house still looked as conspiratorial when you last saw it, though the ‘hierarchy map” looked a bit bigger than before. Emmerich and the big intimidating guy were here along with a few other people who were either getting some equipment or working on the map on the far side of the room.You briefly wondered how Miguel managed to keep this all secret from his parents. You were about to ask him that when he turned to you and said “Alright Doug, let’s get you some gear from the Big Guy.” As he moved over to the big counter with the very expensive stuff behind it, you decided to ask him a question that has long been on your mind.

“Miguel, uh, why do you call him the ‘Big Guy’?” you ask as you point towards the giant in front of them. The lightly tanned man was probably 6’2”, had huge muscular arms and sported a very badass looking goatee. His chest was rigid under his black t-shirt and his face was statuesque. He looked like the kinda guy you’d expect to appear in superhero movie. Behind him stood a few dozen racks filled with stuff that should belong in an army/spy “I know it’s kinda obvious [b]why[/b] you call him the ‘Big Guy’, but doesn’t he have a name?”

Miguel laughed heartily before answering. “He does have a name, but the reason why we call him the “Big Guy” is because that’s his codename. In fact most people here have codenames; it helps to protect your identity.”

“Protect your identity from whom?” You ask, confused.

Miguel’s face darkened a bit, his smile slowly turning into a frown. It was a few seconds before he answered in a whisper that you could barely hear. “The enemy.” Before you could process what he said, his face brightened up again as he put his hand on your shoulder. “You, however, don’t need to know that, at least not yet. For now, we just need to gear you up for your mission.”

You looked at him for brief moment before nodding. You didn’t know who the enemy was, and part of you didn’t want to know. You decided store it away, and focus on the matter at hand.

“Alright Big Guy, What to do have for my little friend here.” He said, as he rustled up your hair with his hand. The ‘Big Guy’, who had been silent for the whole conservation, turned his head to look at you. You couldn’t help but flinch under that intense gaze as he examined from top to bottom.

After a few seconds, he turned his head towards Miguel and said in a deep, monotone voice, “He’s thin and scrawny.”

“Yeah, I know. I told him that he should get out more, but other than me, and Ashley he doesn’t hang out with anybody. It doesn’t help that he’s underweight too.” Miguel said, matter-of-factly.

The ‘Big Guy’ turned his head look once more at you. “Hmmm, I think I have a few things for him.” He said before turning around to get what he needed from the racks. You watch as he picked a few dozen things off of the racks before separating them into two piles. “These will probably do until he gets a little stronger.”

You curiously examine the items the ‘Big Guy’ put on to the counter as he explained what they were. To the left were two machetes, two odd looking guns, two gauntlets, a compressed bow and arrows to go with it, and lastly a blue and white cloth-like outfit. To your right, there was a big katana-like sword with an odd sheath, a heavy-looking rail gun, a smaller gun that you suspect is a machine gun, a few glowing grenades, and lastly some thick body armor. You hoped to God that everything here was non-lethal. You wanted to defend yourself so you didn't get ****, but you didn't want to seriously harm anyone.

Once you were done examining, you looked up just in time to hear the ‘Big Guy’ talk. “If you come back from this mission alive and well, I promise to give you the necessary training you need to use the gear efficiently.” He said with that same deep monotone voice. It was a bit disconcerting and what did he mean by ‘if he comes back’? “Right now, all you need to know is that the equipment to your left was made to be light and swift; putting more emphasis on movement and stealth than combat. It is still able to function well against heavier and harder opponents.” He continued. “The equipment to your right is heavier, made to inflict heavy damage and to take it as well. It is light enough to not impinge agility; however it is not made for ambushing or hit-and-run tactics for it impedes the user’s general speed. Both of these sets are made for scouts like you, so you're not really sacrificing any real stealth if you choose the heavier equipment. If I had time, I would explain what they all do, but I only have time to explain one set. So, you have to choose the set you want.”