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V-Day Sanctions

"In a stunning operation, SSA prevented Summer’s number from falling into the wrong hands while keeping popularity levels at a pre-intervention high. “Yes, miraculously, Operation Last Chance 2.0 did not cause Secretary Shay’s popularity to fall. In fact, it even smoothed over diplomatic relations with Damien—on a road trip, no less.” “In other news, President Allison has announced a Valentine’s Day fundraising plan set to take effect next week. This plan will…” “Sorry to cut to you, but SSA President Shay is about to speak.” Good afternoon, everyone.       SSA has led the way, and at great cost to ourselves and the Agency, we have successfully prevented Summer’s number from being transferred. We stood up to Damien—not once, but twice—and even though the plan leaked, SSA still overcame this challenge.       However, even as we secure this victory, we must turn our attention to an unsettling concern. The Agency has always operated with precision and strategy...
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Evil Shall Not Prevail!!!

      As I approach the Vice President and our GCAM-S—the student who texted me last night—Donovan calls me over, his phone in hand. As a precaution, I brought two phones today, just in case they ask to scan my texts. "Ethan, do you know what number this is?" "No. Who is it?" "This wasn’t you?" "No."       My heart is thumping. If the 10th grade doesn’t know yet, our plan can still be pulled off. If this doesn’t reach President Allison and jVn, we should be good. Only a few people know about the plan, so if worst comes to worst, SSA can scrap it, shred the files, and not get caught.     I walk toward the GCAM-S area and ask them a simple question. "Okay, remember to keep this down. Oh, and where were y’all last night?" Summer looks confused. I try to keep my voice to a whisper while I lay out the new plan. "Summer, I need a picture of you." I take out my phone and snap a blurry shot with Summer partially obscuring her face. ...

The Demlin

18:00 CST – ROOM 16B Deep in the bowels of SSAHQ, I monitored my phone. No response from Damien yet. “Maverick, do you think we should send the text?” “Yes.” I quickly opened the application and my regular phone app to copy Damien’s number. I crafted my message carefully. "Hi, Damien. This is Summer. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you my number at school—you know how weird Ethan is." Then, I ran it through AI to make it sound more like a teen girl: ❤️Hiii Damien!! This is Summer, im sorry I couldnt give you my number in the school, you know how weird Ethan is, LOL Taking a deep breath, I tapped send... and waited. And waited. Finally, a notification. Room 16B had connected to the Demlin. @Damien: "I know this isn’t Summer." I was wary of this. @SSA: "Yes, it is." @Damien: "Stop playing around." @SSA: "What?" @Damien: "What was the Snap you told me?" Panic. I frantically searched the internet for Summer’s Snapchat—nothing. I connect...

And For This We Stand

     I arrived at school bright and early today. With a game scheduled for tomorrow, Kaia and I hoped we could make some profit. We were fresh off a brutal three-game road trip.        According to my script for GNN, "The Hawks traveled 300 miles in three days." I planed on showing some clips of our shooting on screen, but the behind-the-scenes footage was terrible. One of the lines stated, "GCA's defense held BCA to five points in the second half, outscoring them." While technically true, this omitted that the final score was 60-11, and they played their backups in the second half. During that same game, the extremely loud cheerleaders chanted "miss it for me, baby" during our free throws. Fake news was alive and well.        On the domestic front, SSA needed to learn more about our new students, particularly the S in GCAM-S. Things had been tense with Summer lately. Though crush-related tensions were rumored, SSA had preemptively ...

SUMMER TIME

           I arrive at school on a new mission. In the wake of the Great Chase, SSA’s trust in GCAM-S was faltering, and Operation Friendship was stagnant with the hypertheoretical trip to Babbling Brook Mall still up in the air. As something like this had never happened, legal precedent needed to be set so I could make a good argument for it. Unfortunately, Ai was being unhelpful so I turned to CSM.             Some people were commenting about the spy chase and such and I replied to them in kind. I scrolled through the hilarious news stories that were on the site its red and yellow theme gleaming on my S22 Plus, This was truly one of the great sites of the internet, almost as good as GotQuestions. More comments rolled in about the geopolitical tensions of the school. “If I was the leader of this group, I would try to be kind to everyone.” “I would start an anti-bullying campaign.” As nice as t...

Report On The ‘Great Chase.’ Declassified

                                      On 1/23/24 SSAintel intercepted key information and acted on it by passing it onto special Agent Jayla. Unfortunately, the information leaked causing Damian to look for the leak. SSAintel figured out that Damien was looking for the culprit so he fled upstairs then to the outside and hid behind the bleachers. Meanwhile Damien was looking for Kendall. After finding out SSAintel delivered the info to Jade Damien started outside looking for the benches. Eventually he found the hiding spot and chased SSAintel around the field until GCAM(S) let SSAintel in.   SSAintel then hid in the downstairs lockers behind the locked door. GCAM track them down to that location and attempted to hide SSAintel there. Unfortunately, somebody let Damien inside, and he tracked down the...

The Great Chase

I passed the information on to Jayla and Myla. “You have to keep this a secret. If this information leaked I will be dead.” Unfortunately, the basketball team is practicing for their home game in a few days before their long road trip. Thus, Jayla called Kenney over while Myla told him the whole think. I have to leave and fast. I bolt out of the gym and look past GCAM-S who is deep in TikTok trance and run through the front door where Jeff and other seniors are playing soccer. The ground is muddy, but I do not trip. In my haste, I left my backpack in the school which contains sensitive information stored on the computers. “Hi JEFF!!” I callout while bolting past the football field. Pulling a mini telescope from my pocket, I peered across the school grounds to the far side. Damien hadn’t approached yet, so I spun around, scanning the horizon. According to rumors, there was a hidden garden behind the forest. I made a beeline for it, my mind replaying previous chases, including SSA’s grea...