Chapter 4: A Challenge

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"Who the hell are you?" Tobin yelled as she struggled to wiggle her hands out of the cuffs that were bound to the table. She's being held in an interrogation room.

"The more you struggle, the more painful it's going to be." The woman informed as she took a sip of water. "My name is Abby Wambach. I currently work for a government organization called The Program."

"I don't give two shits about your life story." Tobin interrupted.

Abby ignored her comment and continued speaking. "As I was saying, we are a government organization. So basically we track down dangerous people and take them out if we feel threatened by them."

"Is that why you killed my parents?"  Tobin questioned angrily.

"Like I said, we take out dangerous people and your parents were far beyond that. But that's not why you're here. I have a proposal to offer you." Abby cleared her voice. "You can join your family, by being executed. Or you can begin a new life with us. We will train you and provide the resources and necessities you need. You will become one of the greatest assassins under our control."

"You've got to be kidding me." Tobin scoffed.

"It's a new beginning, Tobin. What else do you have to live for?"

Tobin sat there, and pondered for awhile. "Why? Why would I work for a cruel group of people like yourselves? You can kill me now if you please." Tobin laughed.

Abby mirrored the laugh, "That's funny how you actually think you have a choice, Tobin. Listen, kid. You work for us now. I will train you and in return you will follow my orders. In any way, you try to pull any stunts on us or disrespect me during training, you'll be wishing you were dead just like your parents. After we have gone through extensive months of  heavy training, hopefully you'll be ready to go out into the field," She rose from her seat, "Training starts in a few minutes. Get her ready." Abby said as she instructed someone to unlock Tobin's cuffs.

The guard placed neatly folded workout clothes on the table. It was just a simple white t-shirt and plain running shorts.

"You have two minutes to get changed. If you don't meet the time requirement, there will be consequences." Abby said as she and the guard left.

She wasn't afraid of The Program so Tobin took her sweet time getting dressed. Once she was done changing, Tobin was escorted out of the room and led down a corridor. He stopped at the door and opened it. The space was immense. There was training equipment for pretty much everything scattered around the place. In the middle of the room there was a large mat. Abby stood on the mat waiting for Tobin.

"You're late," Abby reminded her. She grabbed a sword and held the tip of the cold metal against Tobin's throat. "Don't let it happen again." She warned as she withdrew it. She threw two wooden sticks on the ground near Tobin's feet and grabbed two for herself.

"What are these?" Tobin asked as she bent down and picked the sticks up.

"Escrima sticks. You're gonna learn how to fight with them." Abby said. "Begin."

Tobin was agitated with this shit so she swung the stick with all of her force at Abby. Abby dodged the weak attempt easily. Abby moved behind her swinging both sticks under her legs causing Tobin to fall hard on her back.

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