He leads Emily out to the car and puts her bag in the trunk before he tells her more information, "The agency is 15 minutes away. You will get there and go to your provided room before we begin our training."
"Okay," she whispers quietly, "Whatever you say."
The rest of the drive is met with silence. Derek glances over at Emily as the driver pulls into the agency. She is absent mindedly stroking Summer's fur and he could tell that she is nervous.
"It's okay, Em," he smiles at her, "I'll be here the whole time."
"I know." Emily whispers.
He grabs her right hand and turns his left wrist upwards. She notices a small tattoo on it. It's a series of numbers, a spy code of sorts. He meets her gaze and nods, confirming her thoughts. He knew that she will soon get one just like his, all of the agents get one. They are ushered into the building and are directed to Emily's room.
"I'll wait outside," Derek says, "Get changed into something comfy. The training will not be kind, I can promise you that much."
It takes about 5 minutes for Emily to finish and exit her new room.
"Ready?" He questions her. She nods in response and stands close to him. He leads her down a series of hallways and rooms before getting to the training space.
"Derek," she speaks so softly that he barely heard her the first time, "What if I fail? I'm hardly an athletic person, but a spy? I don't believe I can do this. Do you believe I can?"
"I wouldn't have agreed to find you and offer to train you if I didn't believe so. You will be amazing, I'm sure of it." He hands her various weapons as he answers her question.
"Okay. Let's do this." She smiles confidently as she takes the weapons.
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They both work hard in the following days. Derek trains Emily vigorously each day, pushing her farther than before and not once did she complain. He suspects that she has accepted the fact of being a spy and goes along with it. Yet, Derek wonders why he is so connected with Emily, for he is used to working and training alone. He found himself enjoying the training sessions, which shocked him even more.
"Do you happen to have 5,000 band-aids?" It was Emily. She was standing in the doorway of the training room as she asked her question while Summer rubbing against her right leg.
"Sadly enough, the agency doesn't provide that many band-aids, but I'll have a look in the kit to see what I got." He smiles broadly at her before heading to the kit. Her request wasn't unusual due to the fact she had various bruises and cuts that covered her from head to toe.
"Did your tattoo spy code hurt when you got it on?" She questioned him as she wraps her fingers with various medical tape and band-aids, hiding the cuts from him.
"More or less. Its permanent and it helps identity us if we happen to die on a mission." He watched her as he answered, "Are you sure you want to train today? You've improved perfectly over the last few days plus you mustn't be bruised up for your mission in Europe."
She hands him back what's left of the supplies and nods eagerly, "Of course I want to train, I need to in order to pass the final test. Besides, they're only cuts. I've had worse."
He admired the determination that she had for the whole spy thing, despite her panic just days beforehand. People really can change, he thought.
"Then get to work Miss. Emily." He fakes leadership, "You won't be going to Europe if you train like that."
"And you won't be leaving this room alive if you keep it up, Derek. After all, I've learned from the best." She teased back at him before diving to grab his legs.
"We'll see about that one."
