TERROR-Alex Parrish

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Standing in her now empty room, Addison felt more completed then one would expect. She and her older sister were ready to avenge their parent's death. By going to Quantico, by joining the FBI they could make a change. A much needed one at that.

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"I solemnly swear to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same. I take this obligation freely, without any reservation or purpose of evasion and will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office in which I am about to enter...so help me god." All of the trainees took their seats.

"Welcome to the FBI Academy at Quantico." The directors came on stage to face the new group. "I'm Special Agent Liam O'Connor. Congratulations. You made it in."

"Now let's see if you can survive." The woman next to him, Miranda Shaw, added with a smirk on her face. "The state of this country is the most precarious it has ever been. Not only are there more threats than ever before, but the majority of those threats don't come from known organizations or extremist groups, but our own backyard- a neighbor you grew up next to, a one night stand you had, perhaps even a family member. You applied here to protect your country from those threats. And while your ideals and your test scores might have gotten you here, they will not be enough to keep you here. The FBI Academy is the toughest boot camp, hardest grad school rolled into one. It is not college. It is life and death."

"She's so warm." Shelby muttered to the surrounding group of NATs.

"She can't be." The woman next to her, Nimah Amin, said.

"So what? We do really well here, best case scenario, end up a sexless, heartless, pontificating robot?" Addison, sitting on the other side of her sister, added.

"Worked for Hillary." The man behind the sisters, Caleb Haas, said casually, shrugging his shoulders.

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"You'll receive temporary credentials, uniforms, and a red handled gun. Always wear your uniform, always have your credentials, always carry the red handle. That way you're identifiable as a new agent trainee, or NAT, and not a visiting law enforcement, a D.E.A. trainee, or a neighboring marine. Guns can be rented for target practice by leaving your red handle. Return your gun, recover your red handle."

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"Gender neutral uniforms." Shelby said with disdain as the two well dressed siblings approached the not so well dressed siblings.

"A win for equality?" Her younger sister chimed in. "We're conflicted."

The other pair of siblings let out small chuckles.

"Alex Parrish."

"Sam Parrish."

"Shelby Wyatt."

"Addison Wyatt." The two pairs of siblings shaked hands with each other.

"Good to meet you guys." Sam smiled widely at the blondes.

"Yeah, you too." Shelby agreed, smiling back at her.

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"28 years old and I am back at summer camp." Addison joked to her roommate, the Parrish sibling, Alex.

"Let me help." Alex offered. "I make mean hospital corners."

"Thank you." Addison replied sarcastically, tossing her the sheet for her bed.