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Back At The Spicer Mansion.

In the Basement.

Jack got up eventually and stormed downstairs and slammed the door shut. Violet winced as the boom from him slamming the door echoed in the large house. Violet starred at the kitchen with the dishes around the counters.

She sighed, she had better clean the kitchen for him.. She heard heavy metal blast downstairs and a big scream and curses from Jack come out and things crash around.

Downstairs, Jack had begun welding something together. He slid his welding mask on and in aggrevation began creating what ever his mind told him to.

It wasn't long after when he turned his music down and heard the clanging of dishes being cleaned upstairs. He sighed, "Cleanbot 1A and 2A.. go upstairs to kitchen 3 and assist... please..."

"Confirmed. Assist cleanup in Kitchen 4 subsection..."

"Yes. that's what I said." Jack barked, interrupting.

Violet was soon pushed aside by two big chef-looking robots. She scoffed, "Excuse me, I'm quite capable of cleaning myself, thank you..." It was no use, they wern't letting her near the sink. She groaned. But stopped. Jack must have sent them to help her.

She smiled a bit, walking backward, she hit her feet on a large object. She grabbed one and jumped a bit, looking at what she just ran into.

It was the package that Mrs.Spicer had given to Jack. She looked side to side, and then behind her to see if the robots were looking.

She let her eyes follow her finger that was skimming the information on it.

JACK SPICER

EGYPT..

She read no more as she quickly grabbed it and brought it into "her" room (the one Jack had let her stay in) upstairs. She closed the door and locked it. She leaned her back on the door, the package in her arms. She threw it on her bed, and starred at it once, then looked away, walking to the door. She turned around quick after that going towards it again.This time, flipping out a large knife that was tucked into her boot.

A spy always has weapon on hand.

"I'm sorry Jack.." She whispered, looking at the knife. She raised the knife high.

But, again drew back, groaning. "uuurrrhhh!! Why can't I DO this!?"

She went wide-eyed, "Violet? You..You're not in love... are you?" She threw her knife on the bed, "Nooo. No, No, No...noooooo... Just, No." She laughed a bit, pacing around in her room, "You know what happens to spys that fall in love. They get their identity out, and then they get decommisioned" Her hands where clawing the top of her hair, "and then if I get decommitioned then they will find me and I will never be able to live a normal life again.. and then.."

She stopped as she starred out the window. The room filled in a bright orange and yellow-y spirit. The sun was setting.

"Oh shit." She looked out the window, then at the calender. She groaned a bit, tapping a later date. She sighed, glancing at the window, then the package.

She picked up the unopened package and made her way out of her room, tucking her knife back into her boot, "Jack Spicer.." She said aloud, "You are far from a failure."