Cypher

Chapter One-The Assignment

"WHAT THE SHIT, STARK!" Screamed my friend Red as bullets whizzed past his head.

"They're only rubber Red, come on, they won't kill you! They'll just hurt! A lot!" I hollered back as I unload my clip of rubber training bullets. "You can't be scared of them!"

"Whatever I'm done!" Red said walking out from behind his cover. "If you shoot me so help me god the next bullet you see won't be rubber."

I stand up from behind the sheet metal in the training area and mumble under my breath, "Pussy."

Red cups his hand around his ear and shouts, "What was that Chase?"

Slowly we walked closer and I signed for him to turn head so I could tell him something. When he turned his head I put screamed as loud as I could, "I CALLED YOU A PUSSY!" Red had immediately jerked his head away as quick as he could. As he stood there rubbing his ear from my scream I stood there laughing. "You didn't hear me the first time so I made sure that you heard me the second time. Now come on let's get something to eat."

"Fine, but I get to pick where we go." Red bickers as he trudges to the door.

I shrug. "Whatever you say buddy."

Just as we reach the front door of the training area a man in a silver suit steps in front of us. He had black shoes that you could use as a mirror and gold couplings. He looked pretty good in the suit. "Chase, I need you up in my office. Now."

I looked at him, and sighed, "Yes, Sir, Director." and followed him to his office which was at the top of the 50 story FBI building in Washington. And trust me the walk was boring as hell. Luckily training is on the 46th floor. As we got into the elevator I looked at the director and asked, "What did I do this time?" I got no response. The elevator stopped and we walked out and into his office. I sat down in the red leather chair that was for guests and agents. When the director finally reached his chair he had sat down and put his hands on a file.

"Ahh, Mr. Charles Stark" wheezed the director.

"Actually it's Chase, Sir." I mumbled. The director hated me. His 6'5" towered over my 5'10" height and he hated me with a passion. Never quite could figure out why. I graduated from the academy top of my class, I was never late, never failed a mission, and always completed my assignments on time. The thought always wandered in my head. Had to ignore it and pay attention.

"Are you familiar with the names: Xavier Riley, Brayden O'Carroll, Sam Moore," Sam. Without I wouldn't be where I am today. I'd either be in a ditch or walking on the highway. She was a beautiful girl who I was good friends with. We had gone out on a couple dates but relations with other agents was not allowed, due to the fact of favoritism and it could jeopardize a mission. So we had remained friends, unfortunately. "-itz?"

Brayden was a 28 year old rookie who didn't give a shit for rules. He was constantly in trouble for breaking the rules, though when it came down to it he got the job done. It was this instinct that made us friends. Over time we became best friends and eventually I started calling him my brother. "Can you repeat the last name. I didn't quite catch it" I requested.

The Director sighed heavily, "Becca Fitz."

"Who are they, Sir?"

The Director looked me dead in the eye and said, "Your assignment."