When he got to school the next day, everything seemed as normal as ever. Whoever the spies were, they were doing a good job being undercover. As Jon walked to his locker, he wondered who they could be. At first he thought of one of the school atheletes, but usually the best spy was the one that was the most inconspicuous.
Just ten feet from his locker was a janitor's closet and as he passed it, he heard whispering voices coming from behind the closed door. The voices were too low in volume, though, so he couldn't tell who they belonged to. He leaned his ear up to the door and did a little spying himself.
"It's killing me that I can't be with you."
"Yeah, I know," the other one said. "But the sooner we complete our mission, the sooner we can get out of here."
"How close do you think we are?"
"Close. I just need to get a little closer to the target and ... wait a minute. Do you hear something?"
Then the door swung open, showing the two who were in the closet. They were ...
