1 Chapter 1

" Give me that! " odered the female fighter.

As the young female fighter snached the large bag filled with several different drugs from, 9 year old, she sprinted out of the warehouse as fast as her long, slim legs could carry her.

" YOU LET HER GET AWAY!  " Screamed the so called 'boss'

" You know what, we never needed you anyway. " He grumbled angrily, under his breath, as he swiftly grabbed his small, black hand pistol from his back pocket and pointed the gun at a child's stomach, which was filled with butterflies as the fear in the girls body took over.

" Please, no! " She begged. The little girl could feel tears pouring uncontrollably from her already swollen eyes, her body was aching with pain from the violent fight that her boss' gang had just fought.

A loud band was clearly heard. Ringing the ears of the unlucky people who where within the deserted building along with the pair.

The so called 'Boss' had pulled the trigger of his pistol and shot the young, defenceless child in the lower abdomin. She fell to her broken knees and clutched her lower torso, shocked. The poor little girl couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Slowly lifting her shaking hands, she laid her wide eyes on them. They were red. Covered in her own blood which was ooozed out of the girls body, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Letting out a weak scream that had threatened her to keel over, the hopeless child started to weep on the floor of the dark warehouse she found her self risking her life in.

The Boss had already fled the scene caused by him, his men and his rivals.

She lay on the cold and wet floor of the warehouse hallway unable to move, in the ever growing puddle of her own thick blood. The fragile human was too weak to move and unwillingly decided to stay put and lay still.

Her eyes were slowly closing as she was loosing too much blood from the bullet wound causing her to quickly loose consciousness. The girls eyes failed to open multiple times so she did what was easiest and, gave up.

The last thing that could be heard was the sound of people shouting a few hallways over from where her dying body was laying.

" Ugghh. " I Groaned as I woke up from my nightmare. It was a dark memory from my past that, to this day, still haunted me in my sleep. It took me a few seconds to calm down and familiarise myself with my surroundings.

I found myself laying in a small, single bed inside my cozy medium sized dormitory with my work desk, my black leather studying chair, a very small open planned kitchen and an even smaller bathroom beside it.

" Well I guess thats my sleep over for the night. " I mumbled as I reached for my phone lazily, from the ground beside the bed. Once turning the device on, I noticed the time. '02:00' was displayed in the middle of the bright screen which burned my eyes due to the sudden change of dark to light.

" I should go to the gym, there's nothing else to do. " And with that I got up out of my small, warm and cozy bed, got changed into some comfortable gym clothes and headed down to the bottom floor of the mansion that I moved into, 2 weeks before, with my CIA boss named Sandra, other agents under the HIT category and over 150 staff members.

~TWO WEEKS BEFORE~

"All HIT agent please report to the main training hall within five minutes. Thank you."

When I heard Sandra's annocment over the intercom I calmly strolled down the narrow hallway to the training hall because it was just a few doors away from me and I didn't feel the need to rush as there was loads of time to spare.

Upon arrival, there was a group of agents already gathered in the hall. They must of had training in here just before the announcement. I thought to myself as I made my way to the far end of the hall where no one could bother me in anyway.

The group of agents stopped talking for a few moments when they noticed they me, a few years younger then them, enter.

They openly admired me as I walked past them with my hands in the pockets of my red hoodie, looking staight ahead and not even acknowledging the group gawking at me. The group of agents were very surprised at my sudden appearance  and started whispering excitedly as they were seeing their one of their idols.

Everyone wanted to be a top agent in the C.I.A. It was everyone's dream to be paired up with one of the two ' A HIT agents.'

There are only ever two in the entire category and everyone wanted to be THAT third person and become top of the entire agency. They were well respected and admired by others as they were excellent at what they did. They were the best rank in the C.I.A, the 'A' rank and were under the profession category known as 'HIT'.

'HIT' was the physical side of professions in the C.I.A. One of the hardest to get accepted into, never mind being the top of the top. This profession underlined undercover work, back up teams etc. There were many other professions such as the medical and I.T professions which are quite self explanatory.

Me and the other 'A HIT' agent didn't talk at all. Not even to each other. Others thought it was because we weren't allowed to or that we were advised to focus on work rather than gossiping but we have been seen and heard, the odd time, giving the new lucky trainees dirctions and advice.

If or when someone was to annoy one of us, we  would not be shy to let their opinions be heard. I for one, would make sure that my voice is heard loud and clear. Unfortunately a lot of the time fights break out and it ends up with someone in the hospital and as you can imagine it's never me nor the other agent, otherwise know as Ryder.

Ryder was the other agent under the 'A HIT' category. He was 15 years old, a year older than me. All the girls are whipped for him but they are always getting rejected. Some of the females and males give up after one rejection, but there's always the few that don't and gets themselves into more and more trouble.

It's quite similar on my side but the guys and girls are as you would say 'less needy.' And don't particularly go up to me and confess directly. Instead they tend to gossip and fan over me when I'm not around as they know that they would never get any attention from me.

When the group stopped admiring me the majority of HIT agents had already arrived and gathered in the hall waiting for Sandra to appear.

*tap tap tap*

Sandra was now standing at the front of the hall with her right hand raised up in the air and her palm facing the spectators, indacating for everyone to be quite.

When the mumbles died down she began to speak through the silver and black, blutooth microphone.

" Hello agents, I'm glad your all he- "

Sandra was rudely cut off by the hall doors bursting open revealing an annoyed Ryder.

He bowed his head as an apology to Sandra, closed the door and stormed off to a less crowed spot at the back of the training hall just opposite of Camilia.

Ryders antics just made me smirk beacuse when I  looked back at Sandra, Sandras face was scrunched up while her eyes closed. I found it hilarious but suppressed my laugh in fear of the other agents hearing me. My reputation was one I was going to let down after someone's silly actions.

" As I was saying. " Sandra continued, slowly, making sure she still had everyone attention. " I have called everyone here to tell you to pack your bags as it is not convenient for any of the HIT agent here at the C.I.A headquarters. We will be moving you all to another location and staying there until further notice. "

" Any questions? " Sandra asked looking around the crowded room for a hand up. She stopped and pointed to a female a few feet away from her that looked like she was in her early twenties with her hand raised.

The woman was the only one brave enough to put her hand up and got a few unwelcome glares from the people around her.

" Ma'am, is it just the HIT agents that are leaving or are other categories coming with us too? " The female was quick to ask her question when she saw Sandra's pointed finger directed at her.

" Yes, it's just the HIT category leaving. " The announcer confirmed the group. She then scanned the room for a second time and saw that there were no hands up. Seeing this, she ended the quick five minute meeting there and dismissed her audience of curious agents, leaving us all in the dark of the previous decision.