Project HOOD [ON HOLD]

Chapter 5

HOOD Hideout, New York City

6:00 a.m.

"Ahhhhh!" Jett screamed, falling out of her bed.   

Her screaming was surpassed by the obnoxiously loud bell ringing. She covered her ears, hoping to muffle the sound. It didn't work so well. She still felt like she was being stabbed in the ear with a broom.

What was going on?Was that a burglar alarm? There was no way that the agency could have been infiltrated. At least, not this quickly. They seemed very secretive and high tech. That couldn't have been the problem. What was it then? What could be so urgent that it would disturb Jett's precious sleep?

Okay, in all honesty, Jett didn't get much sleep. She tried really hard. It was just that after all she had been through the previous night; there was really no easy way to relax. She had been close to dying. In real life and simulation life. Strange masked men were after her and a random hooded guy saved her and brought her here, an extremely technologically advanced secret agency titled: Project HOOD.

According to the group leader, a red headed woman who wants to be called HQ, Jett was the last person they needed. Apparently, she was meant to be here. They just needed to make sure by putting her through a series of insane tests that were supposed to determine her rightful place within the agency. Oh, and if she didn't pass then a micro bot that somehow made it into her body would blow her brains out.

So yeah, maybe she had a little trouble sleeping. She kept tossing and turning over the couple of hours that passed. Her new room wasn't very helpful either. The off-white wall color was for one, disgusting and also probably going to give her nightmares from all of the white rooms she had to escape from in those tests she took earlier. Hopefully, she would get to change that.

The room itself was actually really empty. It just had the queen-sized bed that she lay in, which was definitely a plus; and a desk and chair set. HQ better let her redecorate because if this was her home for the rest of her life, boss lady wouldn't hear the end of it.

The ringing still continued on and now Jett was more confused than mad. She marched over to her door and grabbed for a doorknob. In her anger and confusion, she forgot that everything was operated by her pass. She quickly ran over to the desk where she left her I.D. card and tapped it against the sensor. Her door swung open and she stomped outside of it.

"What the hell is going?" she shouted to the others, who exited their rooms in cool looking outfits. She looked down at her body at the clothes she had been wearing since the night before. "Also, what are y'all wearing and why didn't I get the memo?"

"It's training time!" Cross cheered, her multicolored hair put into two high pigtails.

"Training time?" Jett repeated.

"Yeah, a time when we train."

"Ya don't say."

"These are our training outfits!" she said, showing hers off. It was another skintight black suit but with stripes of pink going down the sides. Hawk was behind her with almost the exact same suit but with red stripes and it took a lot of strength for Jett to not stare at how nicely it clung to his body. West was in front of him looking almost as great but with green stripes. Of course, the outfits wouldn't be complete without hoods coming up from the back.

"Why aren't you wearing yours?" West questioned.

"Mine? I didn't know that we were doing training," Jett, responded.

"We have training every morning from Monday to Saturday starting six a.m. sharp," he stated.

"Since when?"