Dancing with the Stars

Chapter 3

You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give.

Eleanor Roosevelt

It all begins one day the choice he would make that would change his life. Kendall stood in front of his commanding officer.

The commander was a true marine from the cut of his hairline to the crisp clean look of his uniform. Right down to the shiny stars that adorned his shirt. The commander would decide where Kendall stood in the war that no one wanted to be a part of. Kendall stood with his arms clasped behind his back, patiently waiting.

The officer looks at him and wonder why he had to deal with people that didn't fit in the military. Kendall was a fine Marine but lack the ability to work as a team. Damn war,he thought. Mr. Anderson asked him to send Kendall to headquarters, saying that he was what he was looking for. He wasn't too fond of soldiers that didn't fit in.

We'll Kendall, it said here as he looks at the paper in his hand. You have a unique mental ability that is not found in most people. That means you're very good at hiding your emotions or you're an inner sociopath . Whatever the case, you're being transferred to headquarters to serve as an agent for the US government. Here's your papers Good Luck and God Speed.

Kendall grasp the paper and salute and turn to leave. He pause his hand on the doorknob, when he heard the commander say, "I hope you know what you're doing," he muttered. Being an agent will either make you into the man you should be or it will break you and destroy you. Kendall nodded and left.

Military life was just a way to get away from family. His mother was recently a widow, and he didn't want to be home and deal with all that. So Kendall sign up as soon as he was eighteen. Of course, his sister, two years younger, was mad as hell. But she'll get over. Kendall regret not going home once he got back, but he wasn't ready too.

The war change people but not Kendall. He was born this way. Training may it clear who he was. He lacks empathy towards others, a detachable master of exploitation he was well like and has everything perfectly in control. On the outside, others admired him. He was everyone's friend, but on the inside, he was a watcher, waiting to take advantage of any situation. He was meticulous in his attire. It defined how he live his life. Kendall's uniform was always crisp, neat with everything in its place. When Kendall wasn't in uniform, you would find him wearing a suit with a crisp white shirt and bow tie. Kendall was well verse knew several languages and always remember people's names and what they did. It was his job to remember them.

Kendall never reveal his true nature. It was what he was, and he never denied it. The war taught him how to harness it. How to hide who he was and live amongst them without them knowing. It taught him how to calculate, wait, to be patient for the strike. So when his commanding officer gave him a chance to do something, Kendall was good at he took it.

Later that evening, Kendell left the barracks to head to the airfield. Kendall watch the sunset. It was always sunny here in California. It's hard to be in a foul mood when the sun is shining. The plane was waiting for him. Looks like he was heading to Quantico Virginia for training. For the next 4 months, Kendall would train for something that would be his livelihood. He never thought he would turn out to be a agent. He never thought it would cost him his only friend Frank.