Hi im rome

Chapter one: knowing rome

My name is Rome. I'm a 16 year old kid.
At a young age i learn a lot of skills.at the age of 6 i know how read and to write and solve basic mathematical problems.
At the age of 7 I learned to speak 3 languages. Russian,german and chinese
I've been home schooled by my father.
The only thing i know about him is hes agent name "good fellow".

I always acknowledge him as "sir" basically our relationship as father and son is not that normal. I never saw him as a father i looked at him as my mentor
Who taught me and trained me .

Everyday he always tells me that " you must be prepared till that day comes"
Actually I don't know what he is saying but at a young age i know all of this will somewhat end. So I trained hard without questioning.

Most of the time my father goes out.
Sometimes he will be gone for a week a month.one time he came back badly wounded. At that time he was out for 4 months. I thought he abandoned me and I'm living on my own. But he came back wounded but not dead.

We continued my training until i was 15
I'm getting better at handling all types of guns and any other weapon you can imagine.

Three days after my 15th birthday. Someone sends my father a letter.
A white envelope with a unusual red seal on it."a praying hand". My father looks at the man soo fierced like he wants to snap he's neck off. After the man handed the letter to my father he just smiled.
"In a creepy manners" and leave.

Few days after receiving the letter my father feels un easy. We stop our daily routines.he just stop monitoring me in my trainings. I trained alone for more than two weeks.

And then my father left.but this time he is uneasy and unusual than the other times he go out. Most of the time he just say that "im leaving for couple of days don't slack off on your training". But now it's different then he told me "your young but intelligent. No! Maybe your a genius your ready".

I don't know whats happening but it feels like he's never coming back. And then he hand me a key of his office. And said " if that guy comes back come with him he knows what to do. That key opens my safe get all the money and documents their and thier will be someone to pick you up". I dont ask questions to my father because that is how he raised me just follow orders no questions ask. After he gives me instructions i just knod my head and say."yes sir" and that is the last conversation i have with my father.

Days have passed weeks months and 8 months passed by my father never come back. Now its my 16th birthday. Im all alone thinking what the hell happened to him.

And then i heard a knock on my door.
I don't know what came up to me but i rushed to the door hoping that the one knocking is my father. When i open the door i saw an old man standing next to it
He smiled and ask me " hi are you rome?" And i replied "who's asking?" While im holding my knife at my back.
He told me his name. " im frank meyers but they call me the manager".after he introduce himself i ask "what do you want?" And he replies. "I've known your father for a long time and he instructed me that when this time comes I'll picked you up" and i ask. "And what do you mean this time come?". And hes said.
"The death of your father".

I paused for a bit. Thinking how it happens. After i paused i remembered what my father told me before.
And i ask frank"the manager" to please come inside. And ask him.

Rome: what happen to him?
Frank: he died on a mission.
Rome: what mission?
Frank: ah the "i want to quit and live a normal life mission" thing kind.
Rome: I don't understand?
Frank: yes i know you don't . Can i ask you something?
Rome: yes sure.
Frank: do you know what your father's job is?
Rome: im not sure...
Frank : do you have any idea why he trained you for all of this years?
Rome: the only thing he always said to me that i must be prepared for when the time comes. And nothing more.
Frank: wow your father is very well detailed in giving you informations huh.
Well you deserved to know and i think you can handle the truth
Rome: what truth?
Frank: your father is a world class assasin.
Rome: assasin?
Frank: yes assasin and one of the best when it comes in taking other peoples lives.
Rome: "inhaled, exhale" so that's why when he goes out for a long periods of time.
Frank: ok enough with this chit chat get your stuff and we need to catch a plane.
Rome: plane? Where are we going?
Frank: for a genius kid that's what your father says that you are. you ask questions that obviously you know the answer..
Rome: ?????
Frank: ahhhh... it's your father's funeral!
Rome: what is a funeral?
Frank: seriously? You dont know what a funeral is?
Rome:????
Frank: for the mother of god go grab you're things I'll explain it in our flight to new york .
Rome: oh new york i read about it.
Frank: yes very good soo that i can get out of spain immediately.
Rome: spain?
Frank: ohw...why am i surprise that you dont know you lived in spain...just packed up and lets go.

After i learned about my fathers work i grab my things and came with frank"the manager" and i also brought my fathers box.

Frank: what is that box?
Rome: father told me to bring it.if something bad hapoens to him.
Frank: huh ok.

The whole flight frank "the manager" though me what is a funeral and what should i do. Frank warned me that their will be some intimidating people will come.that i should be prepared.maybe one of them is the one who killed may father.