Teenage Assassin

Chapter Ten

I started to hear clapping.

I looked over and saw the boy get out of the rope that he was tied down with while he was clapping and smiling.

What the hell is going on?

"Nice going. You can unarm now." The boy commanded. I got my gun and put it in the back of my pants.

"What?" I asked. "What's going on?" The boy came up to me, sticking out his hand. I grabbed it lightly and shook it with hesitation.

"My name is Special Agent Logan Johnson. I work with the U.S. government. That was a test to see what you would do in a serious situation, for example, this one." I nodded and sighed in relief at the same time as I quickly let go of his hand.

"Okay, what's this have to do with me?" I asked. Agent Logan smiled.

"Follow me and I'll tell you on the jet." Agent Logan stated as he started to walk away. I shook my head in complete shock.

"Jet?! Oh no, I can't leave. I have a GPS that track my every little move. I could get killed if I were to leave my area I was designated to if Miss Jackson were to find out, because she will if I do leave." I said quickly with a little bit of worried in my voice. I ran over and caught up with Agent Logan. He laughed a little.

"It's okay. I talked to Miss Jackson. She knows what's going on." Agent Logan explained.

"Okay, thanks." I laughed a little. "I didn't mean to shoot him in the hand, meant to shoot his gun." I confessed. Agent Logan laughed.

"I thought so, but that was a great shot, anyway." I nodded, looking down. I finally looked back up at him.

"So, how did you become a Special Agent?" I asked as we started to walk toward the parking lot.

"Same way you did. I was born, then the government choose me to be a Special Agent." Agent Logan explained as he looked straight. I nodded.

"Oh, okay." I paused, thinking.

I thought I was the only one taken from my family.

"How old are you?" I asked, trying to get that thought out of my head.

"Sixteen, like you." Agent Logan replied. "We have a lot in common, except that I'm a Special Agent and you're an assassin." I nodded.

"Cool." Agent Logan nodded. We finally got to the parking lot. He stopped walking pulled put a Wilkie-Talkie. I stopped right by his side, starring at him.

"Special Agent Logan Johnson. Badge number 562418. Requesting limo." Agent Logan said.

He got off the Walkie-Talkie and put it back on his pants. All of a sudden, a limo pulled up in front of us. Agent Logan opened the door for me, and I got in.