Agent BlueBird

Chapter 6-Agent Bluebird

This is chapter six already. Thanks to all of my loyal readers, hope you enjoy!

Her father wins the first game and the second.

"One more, one more!" Rebecca exclaims. Her father wins again. "That's unfair. You are the one doing the slapping. It's a lot harder to be the one pulling away."

"Okay, let's change places." But her father wins two more games anyway.

"Ugh, I have to win at least one of these games." Her father giggles at her competitiveness. Finally, after 5 more games she wins. "Yes! Oh yeah, I won. Oh yeah. I beat the flash!" Rebecca chants and does a little victory dance. Her father raises an eyebrow and starts laughing at her.

"Okay Ms. Cocky, now that you got that down we can start the actual defense class."

"Okay!" Rebecca exclaims happily, now feeling a lot more confident.

"Once again, you will only learn the basics today. Please follow me to the mat." They move to the center of the mat and her father stands across from her in a wide stance with is hands behind his back, once again.

"You have watched the Miss Congeniality, the movie right?"

"Yeah?" Rebecca says confused by what it has to do with her training.

"Okay, I'm going to teach you how to sing."

"To sing?" She raises one eyebrow as she leans forward. Has her father gone completely bonkers?

"Yes, sing. S.I.N.G, Solar plexus, instep, nose, groin. The best way to get out of a grip from behind," her father says in a matter-of-fact way.

"Okay, so... I'm going to hit you in the...?" Rebecca asks holding back a chuckle and suggesting to you know where.

"No, no. I will only teach you the moves. It isn't that hard, really." He demonstrates and she mirrors his movements. "Great, you got it! Now there is a circle drawn around the room, give me 3 laps."

"Okay!" She agrees in a chirpy voice. "Finally actual exercise," Rebecca thinks to herself as she starts jogging slowly to the lane.

The track just seems to go on forever. When she finally completes 3 laps, she is panting like crazy and is gleaming with sweat. Her father then explains that the oxygen levels are much lower there and that is why it is so difficult to finish laps.

"It takes much more strength and that is what makes you strong. Besides if you go to a place high in the mountains you will have to deal with lower oxygen levels. This way you can handle it when the time comes. Now go take a shower and meet me back out here, we are going to have celebration burgers." Celebration burgers are her father's thing for pretty much any event even if it did not necessarily need celebrating.

"Oef, can't wait!" Rebecca says as she rubs her hands together. Aunt Sally makes the best burgers in the world, in her opinion.

After taking a shower in the also grey themed locker room, Rebecca starts putting on her clothes. She is just about to put on her shirt when something in the mirror behind her catches her eye. She looks over her shoulder into the mirror and looks at the blue feather imprinted in her skin. Her parents don't know about the tattoo she recently received, the real reason behind her name 'Agent Bluebird'. She sits for a while, lost in thought about what may happen if her parents found out. They would be furious! She is not the type of child that rebels or keeps secrets from her parents, but this is something she had been wanting for a very long time. She actually asked them for permission, but they refused.

She always had this aspiration to fly, and she even dreamt about it most nights. To her it is a symbol of freedom and dreams coming true, but that is not what her parents will think.

"Your parents know about that?" A deep voice asks suddenly. Rebecca jumps at the sound and swings around, now facing the stranger. He looks about her age or maybe a bit older, since he is so tall and pretty well built.

"Who the heck are you?" Rebecca shouts. The young man's eyes wonder down and as Rebecca follows his gaze, she realises she still is not wearing a shirt, luckily, she is wearing underwear. She gasps and grabs the shirt to cover herself up.

"Look away! What is wrong with you?" She chastises him as she turns away to put her shirt back on.

"Gosh don't be so prudish!" He saysmockingly as he slowly turns around.