Agent 701

Chapter 1

I was seventeen at the time of the call that changed my idea of a good job. I was making my famous peanut butter, spray cheese and bacon sandwich; when the phone rang. Dad wasn't home and neither was mum so I decided to answer.

" hey, dan speaking ", I said with my mouth full of sandwichy goodness.
"hello young Daniel... ", The voice said in a deep husky sort of tone; " we like to employ you for a well paying job."
"Keep talkin'" I say in a curious/excited voice.
"we've seen your skills and are hoping for you to join us. You were twelve first time we saw you, but we need to wait till you were old enough. We know about your raw ability in fighting; we saw how easily it was for you to knock out that sixteen-year-old boy and we know you'll enjoy it." He went on explaining how 'we' knew this and 'they' knew that.

"Okay, I get it, but who's we?" I asked expecting a response,
"we will explain when we see you. Meet at the rundown warehouse on dark Avenue, 8:30pm sharp."
"hey, but I want some ans..." He'd hung up. I got so pissed I threw my sandwich on the floor. I wish I didn't do that, it was a good sandwich.

It was 6:30 PM when dad got home, he had his usual we're  out of money; again face on. It was hard enough saving money for university with the money I get from working at Wal-Mart; which by the way is it something you want to bring up to girls, all the boys in my class were as mechanics at McDonalds. But having to help pay the tax, groceries and rent isn't really helping my savings. At least four times a month I have to crack open the piggy bank and give dad $50.

To be honest I only help so I can stay in school, keep my room and keep living near the lake. The shack we live in isn't very flattering. but when the weather gets hot I get the chance to swim in the lake, otherwise mum will say "no to dirty." Or, "no there are crocodiles" . Every time I girlfriend Catherine comes over she makes me feel really poor. She's always saying how her old boyfriend had an indoor swimming pool and arcade food.

I met Kathren when she was shopping at Wal-Mart while I was on shift, I ended up having to serve her. She asked how I was doing, with a sweet smile on her face. I said I was fine, even though I wasn't and I think that was obvious.
"how come your lip is cut and your eye is black?" She asked for the curious look on her face. I know if I told her she would feel sorry for me and say something to comfort me, but really made things worse; like all the other girls I told.

"no reason, just a 'small' fight."  I said try not to look at her.
"Well at least you're not the guy shawn Drust beated. I heard he's limping badly, Cutlip, black Eye, Bruised chest and arms."
I look away with a guilty look on my face. She seemed to notice and gasped in disbelief.
"and you're still working!" She went on, "that was like twenty minutes ago!" Her voice was so loud now, everyone in the store could hear her.

To be continued...