Four

Chapter One

"Everybody move!" The Director shouted. "Battle stations! This is not a drill! I repeat, this is not a drill!" I rushed to my station while the Director continued shouting. "Agents Eight through Thirteen, go to the cannon! Agents Fourteen through Twenty-two, to the command tower!" He continued with this until all the Agents had disappeared. "What about us?" Agent Six asked, gesturing to Agents one through seven. "You guys, with me," The Director responded. He headed towards the Hangar with his small team consisting of Agents One through Seven. Everyone kept away from me, allowing me a small circle of movement. Well, everyone except Agent Seven. She was the person I knew best. If I had wanted to kill them, the circle would be useless. I could kill them all in two seconds flat and they all knew that. Still, might as well let them have their false safety. Besides, I wasn't planning on killing them. The Achilles Program needed them. Unless, of course, one of them did something really stupid to piss me off. Then I would kill them. As you can tell, I have a little bit of a temper. Trust me, it's normal. As our group approached the Hangar, I heard the other Agents start whispering in awe. I was the only Agent to see this Hangar until now. "I think Agent Four has been here," Agent Seven whispered to Agent Six. He responded, "Yeah, he always gets special treatment." Did these idiots not know I had perfect, if not better, hearing? How stupid. Still, I decided not to take it personally. I was used to people being morons. It was still annoying. I forced myself to keep my head forward and up and ignoring the other Agents, who were whispering as well. We reached a large iron door that must have weighed at least five-hundred pounds. The Director gestured to me. I walked forward and easily pulled the door open. The Director then gestured to the rest of the Agents to follow him. As the Agents entered, a few pushed lightly on the door, then stared at me. I didn't see what the big deal was. It was just a door. I followed the others, closing the door behind me.

As we entered, the other Agents gasped. I didn't understand why. The Hangar was only filled with a couple hundred helicopters, jets, and other offensive and defensive aircraft machines. The Hangar itself was only a couple miles long. Like I said, not impressive at all. "At attention!" The Director ordered. The other thirteen-year-olds immediately jumped in surprise and stood at attention in the traditional army salute. I was standing at attention the entire time. So was Agent Seven. She was the second best Agent in the program and the person I knew best. I had met her during my first year in the program. She used to be a little chubby, although years of exercise had gotten rid of most of it. She was the same height as me, shorter than the other Agents. More intimidating though, just like me. Agent Seven had brown hair that reached to her shoulders that she always kept straight and always judged me for how I kept my black hair in an unruly mop. I didn't mind though. She had gotten onto my good side, so she could be extra aggravating before I got angry, though she wasn't most of the time. Other than me, she was the only Agent who had been in the Hangar, although most people didn't know this. All they paid attention to was the fact that I had been in the Hangar. Like I said, stupid morons. Maybe it was the fact I was more intimidating with my 'stormy expression,' as Seven called it. I could make people run away by acting angry and shouting their number, or name, if I was in 'reality'. "At ease," The Director said. We relaxed. "This is the Hangar. The reason I brought you here today is because we are facing the most dangerous assault yet from the enemy group known as the Wraiths." I know. Stupid name, right? Yeah. Anyways, we continued into the Hangar. "Each of you are going to select an aircraft and use your flight training to fly it. Remember, you will be flying into heavy fire. So be careful," The Director said, motioning to the aircrafts. Each of the Agents found an aircraft and climbed into it. I took a helicopter with a turret attached to it with Agent Seven. We planned for her to fly, and for me to operate the turret. When we climbed in, I found a sniper rifle and  a rocket launcher. "This is going to be fun," I mentioned, my face splitting into a rare smile at Seven. "Oh, yeah," she responded. She climbed into the cockpit and we took off.