Killer instinct

Chapter 2

My father never named me...well not officially. The only thing I was called was bitch or if they were in a good mood, girl. Naturally I assumed my name was bitch until I was five. By then I had learned enough to know to keep my mouth shut, question nothing, and learn. I would seek looks at the paper and in the night I would read books under my moonlight been in my basement. I had amazing intelligence at five years old and it only grew. I still do not know the official date of my birth, though. Everyone assumes I was born somewhere in April. So that's what they named me. April. When I was twenty I chose my own name. Everyone remotely close to me calls me April but I'm known to newbies and outsiders as jade. I'm known to my enemies as satan.
As I grew in the agency my heart hardened to stone and my mind to steel. I'm brilliant and was quickly made a field agent. The youngest in hundreds of years. That's what got me into this situation. A gun pressed into my temple by a man I was once tortured by.
"You've grown, bitch." He says. My breath catches in my throat.
"You underestimate me." I say. The gun is loaded. It has one shot left. I am tied to a chair in the same basement I grew up in.
"What are the plans, April?" He asks. My eyes flicker to him from under my bangs.
"Jade. You can call me jade." I say.
"You forget your position. You are one shot away from death. Your life is in my hands. I am calling the shots here." He says, pressing the gun harder against my head.
"I'll die before I betray my family." I say. He bends down so his lips brush my ear.
"I am your family." He says. My blood runs cold and my eyes close. My father is alive. He has his friends on his side.
"My father is dead." I say. "Why do you still follow his ideas?"
"Oh, but he is not dead, sweetheart. He faked his death. It's all part of the plan. Now if you would tell me what the agency's knowledge on us is you might actually be able to see what our plan is...otherwise," he grabs another gun and shoots the floor near my foot. I force myself to stay calm. He has another gun. Just fucking great. I need to stall. Max by now knows I'm missing. It's only a matter of time before I am rescued.
"Why do you need my help?" I ask.
"You are vulnerable and have information I need so we can avoid you." He says. His logic is flawed.
"In that case you won't kill me." I say smirking. "I'm of no use to you dead."
"I can hurt you without killing you." He says. It is that moment I break my bonds on my feet and hands. He hasn't noticed yet. He walks in front of me and tilts my head up. I glare at him but he just smiles.
"Look at that. The worlds best spy utterly helpless." He says, laughing lightly. I smirk and jump up, kicking one gun away and stealing the other. In an instant he is on the ground with his arms behind his back and his own gun at his head. I calculate my options. Take him captive and he could get away or kill him and find the information myself. I decide to take him captive.
"Not as helpless as you think." I say to my victum. "Now what are your plans."
"You need me, you can't shoot me." He says. "Your bluffing."
I take the gun and shoot him in the leg. He screams.
"Now you can't get away and you can't say I'm bluffing." I say triumphantly. I hear the door upstairs burst open. A trample of feet come in. A few minutes later max appears down here with his gun drawn. I smile at him with my gun still pointing at the man on the ground. We communicate with facial expressions.
'Are you okay?'
'Yes.'
"Agent fox you can go." He says in his commanding demeanor. I back away and walk upstairs. Medics quickly check me for injuries. I sustained none.