Hi Guys! This is my Newest Story! PM Me if you want to be in it because Alex is in camp, So I need Campers! Let me know Your Character's Name, What They Do, And what they look like. If You don't send me all the stuff I'll make it up.

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This One Time, at Spy Camp…

Nineteen-year-old Alex Rider stared out the window of the big black car at the mountains that seem to be whizzing by. He couldn't help but be nervous, considering they were driving on the wrong side of the road. Well, to him they were. Jack had told him that Americans drove on the right side of the road but at home they drove on the left side. He sighed. "This is so boring! First a six hour flight to Colorado Springs airport, then a four hour drive to the middle of nowhere to put up with a bunch of grumpy, spoilt, Americans!" Alex thought.
"Excuse me, Agent Rider?" Alex looked up, startled. "Yes?" He answered.
"You'll going to need to switch cars" the driver said, pulling over to an old, beat-up, station wagon. "The Parents of the campers think this is any normal summer camp. It would be too suspicious if you show up in an official FBI car." Alex nodded. This assignment was going to be easy. All he had to do was teach a couple kids some martial arts and simple spying techniques. No guns, no people trying to kill him, nothing to worry about. Jack could go home for a visit and he would get an all expenses paid vacation. But when he got into the car who was waiting but Mrs. Jones.
"Hullo Alex." she greeted him. He just gave her a look that very obviously said 'what are you doing here?' "It's nice to see you too. Now while you're here you will be assigned a partner. She's a very nice girl, a little emotional and inexperienced, yes but what do you expect? The FBI just started training teenagers"
"I don't do partners," Alex said "especially girl partners. Especially, especially, emo, inexperienced girl partners"
"Get over it Alex. Her name is Meg, as in Meghan. Her father is a magician at the Renaissance Faire here in Colorado, and her mother is a nurse in Pennsylvania. She has two brothers, one older, one younger. Both are black belts. She took ballet for eleven years"
Alex groaned inwardly. He could see her now. Blond curls, Pink everything, French manicure. Just like all the girls he knew. She probably had a squeaky high voice and only thought about guys. "That's the FBI for you" He thought. "Picking some little preppy girl to try and protect her country"
"Smithers sent these for you. And the stuff in this bag is for her." Mrs. Jones said handing another suitcase to him. Alex opened it and found the pen that shoots darts filled with stuff to control people, His Yo-Yo cable, a new black Gameboy DS Lite, with the games, and his good old zit cream. He peeked in the back pocket and found "Finally! I thought I'd never get you guys to give me a gun!" Alex cried looking at the shotgun.
"It is for emergencies ONLY! If I find out you were fooling around with it, Alex, not only will I tell Jack but I'll make sure you work for us until you're eighty or so!" Mrs. Jones wasn't stupid. She knew Alex would do any thing to stop working for the MI6. Suddenly she stared crying.
"Are you okay?" Alex asked. Then he understood. They had just pulled into the camp, Falcon Base International Teen Camp. Alex grinned. The initials read FBI Teen Camp.
This was going to be easy.