Agent Smith

“Amber!” I heard someone yell.

“Amber!” They must be talking to the other Amber. I mean no one talks to me.

“Amber!”

“Agent Smith!” Ok maybe they were talking to me. I turned around to find Seth walking up to me.

“You called?” I said looking at him.

“You were not at the shooting range this morning with the rest of our class. Where were you?” Seth questioned me.

“I…  um…. Was getting fitted for some new outfit. Yea that is what I was doing. Why you ask?”

“Um…. Agent Clark wanted to watch all the girls in the class shoot and well you are the best one out there. Even better then the guys.”

“Really? I mean I am not that good. Does that mean I need to go find him?”

“No not really he wanted you and me to go shoot together cause everyone says we are the best.” He looked down at his shiny black combat boots. Ok that is weird.

“Ok….. when?” He lifted his head up.

“Right now.” Head back down to his shoes.

“Ok then let’s not keep him waiting considering that he happens to be our boss.” I said grabbing his hand pulling him towards the shooting range.

It was on the other side of the campus so I mean we had to run if it was right now. As we passed the girls dorm most of them were glaring at me or making goo-goo eyes at Seth.  When we reached the boys dorms every  guy whistled or smack Seth on the back. Gosh guys are really annoying. We finally reached the shooting range.

“Agent Smith, Agent Brewer. Nice to see you two. Are you ready?” Agent Clark said.

“Nice to meet you too.” Seth and I said at the same time.

“Ok well get ready Smith you go first. Then Brewer you can go.”

I went over and got a gun, goggles, and ear plugs. I stood back and hit start.  Four targets shoot up from the ground. Bam! Thwack! Pew! Bang! All four fell to the ground. Clark went to go look after I had put the gun away.

“Wow nice job Smith. You hit the bull’s-eye every time.” He said pulling them over so we could have a look.

“Wow that was good for a girl. But I could do better.” Seth said punching me in the arm.

“Ok let’s see how boys shoot.” I said shoving him to the table.

The same thing happened, He hit start four targets shot up he fired four rounds put the gun down and Clark went and got them. Sure enough he hit them just the same as I did.

“Nice job Seth.” I said walking over too them. “But you owe me an apology.”

“And why do I?” He smirked.

“ I remember you saying you could shoot better than me. Well sorry to brake it to you but the last one you shot was a little to the left when mine is directly in the middle.” I said trying not to laugh.

He looked back and so did Clark.

“By golly I guess she did shoot better then you, Brewer. But it don’t really matter cause you and Smith have to go on  a mission. That is why I wanted to see yall shoot.”

A mission? Holy cow this is what I have wanted to do since I was ten years old. After being picked up from a foster home cause I beet a kid up. I had a reason I mean no one thought that it was but I did. He stole my foster brother’s lunch and he was about four feet taller than me. Everyone picks on the short kid. I whipped him so badly that the foster people told my social security worker that I was a danger to the community and I had to go. I was told I was going to a military school in Virginia but instead I got booked here in Florida in a top secret organization.