The Training Sessions [ON HOLD]

Prologue

I'm not exactly what you'd call an army brat, but that's the closest I can come to describing my life.

I'm training to become the next CIA director, but I'm more interested in the field work than anything. My father's the current director, and it's his dream for me to follow in his footsteps, not mine, but I've never questioned it...nobody questions my father, ever, end of discussion, period.

Unlike a lot of the kids who want to be the next star CIA agent, I still have both of my parents, I've never been abused either physically or mentally, and I have no one I truly hate. But I'm not your average teenage girl either; sure I like to dress nicely and show off my body a little, but I'm also a black belt in four martial arts, I can kill a man with a Q-Tip, a piece of Laffy Taffy, and a hoop earring, and I have moved around more than any army brat could ever hope to. You see, my father has only recently become the CIA director, and before that he was a field agent. My mother is still a field agent, so whenever either of them gets a job, we move and we all move so as to retain the "average family" facade.

Honestly, I love living the way I do, it makes life much more interesting, but the thing that I hate more than anything is the making new friends part. I'm not the social outcast, and I'm certainly not shy, but I'm only ever outgoing when I make a conscious effort, or when I'm moving around, exercising. I have played every sport known to high school athletics, and then some.

My mother always says I have trouble making friends quickly and easily because people are afraid to approach me because I'm so beautiful, but I've never really agreed with her. I'm freakishly tall, as in 6'1", I have a fairly nice ass, if I listen to some of the obscene things guys have shouted at me, and pale blue eyes to go with chocolate colored hair that falls to midway down my back. I had more recently added a bleached streak just above my left ear; the streak was only the width of my thumb, but it annoyed my mother that my hair wasn't "au natural," in her words. It wasn't that I wanted to annoy her, I just didn't want to be a conformist...and besides, I thought it added a bad ass air to me. I'm thin in an athletic way, due to all of the hell I put my body through in training. I like to think I have a sense of style, and I should hope what I buy is stylish considering the price tag on some of it...I mean, we're talking $200 for my favorite pair of designer jeans that came complete with holes, faded spots, and a broken-in feeling.

Bur every time I succeed at making friends, we move again...I've learned to not get too attached to anyone or thing, and I'm pretty sure that's what has saved me from headache more times than I can count.

So now my father wants to enroll me in a training camp with some of the new CIA recruits, and even though you technically have to be at least 18 and I'll only be 17 in three weeks, he got everything approved. Apparently the CIA has an acute interest in me; probably because I could kick most of the new recruits' asses without getting winded or breaking a nail, and the big guys in the agency who make the decisions will want me to be as prepared as possible for when I join. If all goes well, I'll be starting at camp in exactly one week and fifteen hours.

I'm not nervous at all, I know I'm better than some of the real agents, the only thing I lack is field time. I've been training for this type of thing my whole life, ever since I was a baby. My mother's favorite story is of when I was learning to read, and I took an interest in spy books; it was only natural for me. Apparently she walked in on me when I was four and I was holding a rubber band gun to my teddy's head and interrogating him. For some reason everyone in my family finds that absolutely hilarious.

So I'm counting down the days until I go off to camp and in the meanwhile I'll be training with some of the agents here, at the Center, though no one really knows what it's the center of. if all goes according to plan, I'll be a full blown agent within the next two years and three weeks. But then again, when your father is the CIA director and your mother is a top field agent/decoder, nothing really goes according to the plan...