Becoming A Spy

Chapter 2 : Training

Chapter 2

The next day...   

Riker POV

I drove to the address that was in the letter I got yesterday. I was nervous though.

I slowly walked up to the building and went inside. There was a man sitting at a check in desk in the lobby.

"Hi um... I got this letter yesterday telling me to come here, saying I was recruited. I think there's been a mistake," I said, handing him the letter so he could see.

"This isn't a mistake," he said, handing the letter back.

"Yes, it is. I never applied for this," I said.

"It's not something you apply for. Name, please?"

"Riker Lynch."

He typed something into his computer.

"I'll let your partner know you're here," he said.

"My partner?"

"She's going to train you."

"Train me? I can't do this. I'm in a band. We're supposed to go on tour in a few weeks."

"Perfect. You can drop off a copy of your tour schedule and we can coordinate and send you on missions in whatever city you're in."

"No, you don't understand. I didn't sign up for this. I can't be a spy. I don't want to be a spy! How did you even get my name?"

"Riker, this is a government agency. That's how we have your name. You know how people can be drafted into the military for war? This is like that. But for spies."

"Well I'm not cut out for this. I get scared of spiders and scary movies. I can't be like... fighting bad guys."

"Being a spy is mostly just gaining information, not fighting bad guys. You'll learn more in training."

"Wait. But I can't tell my family about this? How am I supposed to explain being gone for this?"

"That's for you to figure out."

The door opened and a girl around my age came in.

"Riker, I'm your partner, Aubreigh. I'll be training you. You can follow me," she said.

I followed her down a hallway to another room that seemed to be a gym.

"Next time you come to training, you need to be wearing all black," she said.

"What about my shoes? Do I need specific shoes?" I asked.

"Black shoes. Something you can run in."

"Do I really have to do this? I promise, I'm not going to be a good spy."

"Riker, I've gone through this with lots of people. The options are to be in our program for a minimum of 2 years. Or you can face jail time."

"2 years!?"

"Yes, that's the minimum amount of time you would need to serve."

"Why did I even get picked for this?"

"It's a random selection. How old are you?"

"19."

"Once you turn 18, your name can be randomly selected for this program if we need more spies."

"This isn't fair though."

"Well why don't you at least give it a chance?"

"Because I'm not cut out for this kind of thing. I get scared of stuff all the time! I can't be a spy! Don't you guys run towards danger?"