I walked from the campus, heading towards my car with my backpack slung over one shoulder. It was just around 10 o’clock, and the late night class I had was finally over. When I first signed up for this program, I thought it would be a walk in the park, even an alternative to college I would gladly accept. It turns out if you’re this far undercover as a college student, you actually have to BE a college student.
The program started about ten years ago, after the government realized how much was going down in some of the country’s larger colleges. They would take an agent-in-training, such as myself, and place them in schools in every problem area, whether it be gangs, drugs, or other miscellaneous mischief. They put me in a house with retired agents posing as parents, gave me a car, wardrobe, and back story, and let me loose to monitor/infiltrate groups and individuals as I deem necessary. I’m 24, posing as a late entry sophomore at the Los Angeles University. I’m 5’11, with a body formed from weight training, running, and yoga. I have buzzed brown hair and green bedroom eyes, as girls often told me, and the only celebrity I’ve been told I looked like was Jake Gyllenhaal. Oh, my name might help I suppose. Nicholas Stryker.