Breaking Barriers

Chapter 1 Background Information

"Good morning Sia," an agent smiled to me as I walked past him. I ignored his presence and continued down the hall.

More and more agents greeted me a good morning with a flirtatious smile, and each time I kept my eyes straight. I looked behind my shoulder and around the hall. The coast was clear and I slid right into the Information Room.

The Info Room contained all the files on every spy in this field. Each file had all the information that was known on the subject: strengths, weaknesses, full name, etc. Of course, I was only here to find out what this god-forsaken place has found out about me and my past. I intended on stealing my file and burning it as soon as I got back to my dorm room.

I walked up to the metal file cabinet and slowly pulled the top drawer open. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was near the door. The darkness of the room should be enough to mask me from anyone passing by outside. A small red dot flashed in the corner of my eye. In one quick motion, I grabbed a small knife from my leg pouch and threw it at the camera.

A direct hit. The red light stopped flashing and smoke rose from the broken camera.

I looked back into the drawer and looked for my file. My fingers flipped through the tabs of the folders, all of which had confidential information. I was only interested in what they had about my background information. I found my last name: Cervantes. I grabbed the folder and pulled it out, placing it down on the nearest desk. I slowly closed the metal cabinet's drawer.

I looked towards the room door to see if anyone was coming by, still no one. I sat down in the desk's swivel chair and opened the folder which had the words TOP SECRET stamped on the top.

Confidential Information:
Subject's Name: Valensia Cervantes
Birth Date: October 31
Age: 17 years old
Family: none
Skills/Strengths: high intelligence, stealthy, high agility, precise aim, skilled in every weapon
Weaknesses: none
Address: none, currently staying in a dorm in F.H.Q. (Federal Head Quarters)
Past: nothing known about subject's childhood; infiltrated F.H.Q. to delete and destroy top secret files at the age of 11 years old; later found to be a highly trained, skilled assassin; under the care of the F.H.Q. founder, Killian Vantez

The door knob started to rattle and I quickly closed the folder and tucked it in my black leather jacket. A 'Men in Black' opened the door and flipped the light switch on. I had the best stealth and agility out of the whole spy agency. I was out of the room even before the lights were turned on.

I walked down the hall passing many other 'Men in Black'. Really? These people need to start dressing differently. I work in a place that hires, what I like to call, robots. The Federal Head Quarters works for the government. We were basically the C.I.A. but a hundred times better. We receive international missions, distress calls, those type of things, and we fulfill and complete them to the best of our abilities. I just do this for the money.

Around here, I'm the best of the best. I am the youngest assassin in this place, and I am the most skilled. In fact, I think I've successfully completed more missions than most of the spies that have worked here for their whole lives.

I don't hesitate to kill, and that is why I am the most dependent in this field. I like to call myself a ninja, only because I have asian roots, and I think it's very suiting rather than being called a spy or an assassin.

"SIAAAAAA!" a deep voice belted out. My named echoed through the halls attracting attention from the other agents in the hallway. What did this man need now? I flashed through the halls passing multiple workers. Everyone here knew who I was, and it was only because they knew I could kill them and wipe their entire existence off the face of the earth. Or it could be the fact that my only guardian signed their paychecks.