My belly grumbled while I sat lazily on the chair in the airport.  I looked over at Katie.  She was as tired as I was.  Our flight was delayed, and we have been sitting in the same chairs for 2 hours.  Finally, we heard a loud, high voice come from out of the speakers.  “Gate 12 is now boarding.” it said.  Katie and I snapped back to reality. We grouchily made our way to the gate, with my dad right behind us.  We were lucky.  My dad had booked us first class tickets, right in the front row.  We didn't have to walk very far to get to our seats.  Then we heard the flight attendant call “Hello everybody, I am Elizabeth Jones and I will be your flight attendant today. Please buckle your seatbelts and have a safe trip!”

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When we got to the airport in the U.K., we walked over to the baggage claim and grabbed our luggage. We dragged our bags out of the airport and into the hotel across the street.  Then we went to check in.  “We have a room reserved for the Phillips.”  said my dad wearily.  “Yes,” said the lady at the desk “room 98, fifth floor.”  My dad nodded and we headed to the elevator. We walked into the elevator, still tired.  The elevator was huge, it had big silver doors with marble walls.  Then we heard a faint ding and the doors opened to our floor.  We trudged through the hallway, searching for our room number.  Finally, we found our room and plopped onto the bed.

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Katie and I sat grumpily against the wall next to the black soundproof door.  We had to sit outside the room where my dad was having a meeting.  It was a hour long!  Katie and I decided to wander around for a bit.  We walked down a tile hallway passing many closed doors as we went.  Once in while, we would peek our heads in a window of a door.  Then we looked into a room that was dark and empty.  We jiggled the doorknob.  It was unlocked!.  Suspiciously,  we opened the door and sneaked into the room.  In the middle there was a small desk with a laptop on it.  Next to it was a open filing cabinet.  Katie walked over to the cabinet and took out the first folder, ignoring the red Top Secret stamp at the top.  She opened the folder and stared.

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“What?” I said curiously.  I walked next to Katie and looked over her shoulder.  I too, stared.  In the folder there was a picture of Katie and a paper behind it with all her private information.  She flipped over the paper and there was my picture and my private information.  Then, Katie flipped my paper over.  There was a picture of a red-haired kid with freckles.  “This must  be the kid that we're looking for!” said Katie excitedly.  I nodded.  “It says here that he lives in Saint Albans!” Then we closed the folder and hurried eagerly out the door.