Kendall pulled her suitcase into Forks Airport, quickly pulling her loose jacket a little closer to her body. Her training officer told her to wait at the luggage area, and of course, being the enthusiastic yet serious rookie she was, she carried out the simple request. Laying her suitcase onto the cold marble ground, she sat on top of her suitcase and pulled out her iPod and earphones. After selecting a random song, she closed her eyes and took the time to think back.
Graduating on top of her class, leaving her loving mother behind in Virginia to her assigned destination Forks, Washington. All she knew about Forks was the trashy blood sucking romance book series was set here. She originally requested to be placed in Washington D.C. , where most respectable agents work their way up. That way, she would only be a few hours away from home while receiving the best training from the best of the best. Surprisingly and confusingly, her request was turned down.
Not all was bad, she did have something to look forward to. Her training officer, Rea Jenkins, holds the record of having the score of 1750 on her particles. Kendall praised her as her idol, knowing almost everything about Jenkins.
Just then, a voice called out her name.
“ Kendall Linda Olomon!” Kendall opened her eyes, quickly sitting up. In front of her was a tall man with pitch black hair. He was wearing a dark green jacket which matched his tan skin and a pair of ripped jeans. His shoes looked worn out, each stain containing its own story. His smile reached his green eyes, and he had a clean shave done, showing no sign of a stubble forming on the tip of his chin.
“ Oh hey! Yes I’m Kendall Olomon. I prefer my name without Linda in it.” Kendall said, putting a strand of chocolate brown hair behind her ear.
“ My name is Patrick Santiago, just call me Pat.” Pat reached for Kendall’s suitcase and led her away from the now silent luggage area. They took the elevator to the ground floor and reached Pat’s car. The vehicle was an old Mercedes Benz SUV, decked with scratches and signs of fading paint on the surface. Although old, the tough SUV looked good enough to go on another quadrillion missions. After shoving her suitcase into the trunk, they got into the SUV and headed to Pat’s living quarters.
“ So, Kendall, tell me about yourself.” Pat asked in his boyishly goofy tone.
“ I was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. I lived with my mother and my little sister Karly in a very, very urban community.”
“ What about your dad?” Pat turned his head facing Kendall, who was looking at the cars on the highway.
Kendall swallowed, and answered, “ He left us when I was three and Karly was one.”
Pat’s big smile disappeared, and apologetically said “ I’m sorry.”
“ It’s ok. So apart from family, I play tennis and I… draw a little.” Kendall quickly changed the topic, not wanting the nice fellow to feel bad.
“ By little, do you mean by “ I draw A LOT.” ?” Pat laughed.
The conversation carried on, the newcomer and agent learning and laughing at each other. Patrick was from a working class family, originally from Texas. His father was a retired security guard and his mother taught at a local primary school. He had 4 older sisters, and all of them went on to be teachers. Pat didn’t like the idea of being indoors all the time, so he begged his parents to let him go to military school. After a year, he moved on to join the FBI.
“ Well, that’s a happy family you have there Pat!” Kendall couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
“ Yeah, we are extremely close. Now I live here, I only get to see them once a month.”
