Are you one of us?

5. Childhood

⚠️TRIGGER WARING.⚠️

Flashback.

Y/N and Oliver were walking silently through the dark streets of New York. The kids were sent to America to 'learn how to handle dealers' by doing it themselves. Many kids were there. Only some were like Y/N, barely 13 years of age. Others were older, like 15 or 16.

There were sent by the agency without any help or guidance, just thrown into the dangerous world that they knew so little about. The world filled with darkness and danger just waiting to strike at the right moment, just to take the innocent lives of those who came too close.

Hundreds of dollars worth of drugs were stuffed in their pockets, hoping not to stumble upon the wrong people, but obviously, one kid had terrible luck. Oliver did have not have luck on his side when he walked into an alley where he would not be leaving from. At least not alive.

In the alley were two older guys in their late 20s, maybe even beginning 30s. Both were on the hunt for drugs for the least amount of money. Oliver, who did not have much experience back then, and did not have the same courage that others might have, walked up to the two older guys and said the price. However, the punch in his eyes was an answer to the statement he had made. The two guys were not going to pay the high cost that Oliver had given.

The two guys looked like junkies, and they all knew that they were dangerous. They wore baggy jeans that had many rips in them. Coloured from the dirt or other substances were smeared over the jeans, and their white shirts were no longer white. It was safe to say that they did not look welcoming or even safe to be around.

After the many minutes that Oliver had to spend trying to convince the guys to buy it, things got bad. Everything turned and went wrong. A knife appeared in the hands of one of the guys. The blade was put against Oliver's neck while he whimpered out of fear. The slight pressure that had been put on the knife caused it to break the skin and draw a little blood.

Within the company, there were different ranks for their agents. When the training had started, and the kids were young, they were referred to as subjects. The first couple of years that was their rank, low nobodies that had not yet made a name for themselves within the agency. After three years of non-stop training, their strength, intelligence, field knowledge, combat and emotional stability were measured to determine where they would be ranked.

There were multiple ranks for the agents. The lowest rank is rank three, those who have made it through the training but have not shown the desired strength and intelligence. Rank two were the agents that had good combat knowledge and had a good fighting performance. Most rank two agents were sent to do business or do quick jobs that did not require the ability that rank one had. Rank one was the highest rank within the agency. Only a small percentage of the subjects were sufficient to be placed in this rank. These agents stood out from the crowd. They had high chances of becoming a high-ranked agent within the company once their training had finished. Deadly is what the other ranks would call them.

Every rank had different ways of training. The higher the position, the more intense it would get. Oliver was rank two, which meant he could defend himself, but he did not stand a chance against two guys who were on drugs and much older than him.

Y/N was rank one, the pearl of the agency. Many not within the high-placed agents called her a myth, a ghost story. She was quick, clever, but most importantly, unpredictable. She had always stood out to the higher-ups. The ones that had more power within DIA.

Y/N had looked for Oliver multiple times, but she did not find him. She had walked down different alleys to try and find Oliver, and her blood started to boil when she saw him.