Chapter 15- Special Training

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"You're late," his voice was nothing but serious. 

I yawned a little too heavily. "Couldn't sleep well in my new 'home.'"

Felix narrowed his gaze. "You shouldn't be late." 

"Are you one of those?" 

Felix cocked an eyebrow rather handsomely and I sighed in annoyance. 

"The type who is always about timing?" 

Felix let out a huff. "Timing is always important. Now, show me what you know." 

I looked to the punching bag and then back to him. His perfect arms were crossed and his eyebrows were drawn together in focus. I let out another sigh and began punching the bag. 

As soon as my fist launched towards the bag, it was brought back by Felix. He enclosed his hand around my fist and tightened it. His other hand bent my elbow only slightly. 

When he released me, I eyed him before trying to punch once more. Felix backed off a little, watching me throw not only my fists, but my elbows and body against the heavy bag. Before I knew it, I was out of breath. 

"You're quitting?" 

"No, I'm catching my breath." 

"If this bag," Felix made the bag stop swaying and held it, looking towards me, "was able to fight back, do you think they would stop?" 

"No," I kept my eyes narrowed. 

"Then you shouldn't either," Felix swung the bag towards me with ease, causing me to stumble backwards. 

How in the hell had he moved that so easily? Was he made of fucking iron? And had that been only with one hand? 

Felix crossed his arms and then nodded for me to push once more. I stifled a groan. 

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It had to have been hours, because most of anyone who'd been training had left to do other things. Felix and I were the only two in the training area, as it seemed, and I felt unusually uncomfortable with no one else around. 

I had yet to figure Felix out. He was always so serious, so focused on what he was tasked with, yet there was something behind those grey eyes. Something that made those chills go down my spine and my neck hairs stand up as if I was threatened by him. I had a strong feeling Felix was anything but transparent. 

"Ah, Felix, hard at work I see," Menendez had come in, his eyes flickering to me. 

I paused mid-punch, imagining the punching bag in front of me to be his face, and then pummeled the bag once more. Felix studied my sudden energy before turning to face Menendez. 

"She has a lot to learn, I don't think a year will be enough." 

Menendez held his warm gaze on me. "I've just brought news that you will be going on a little...task for me. I want you to take her with you." 

I don't think Menendez sensed the tension coming from Felix otherwise he would've said something. I stopped punching to look at Menendez, Aiden and Felix. Aiden spared a glance and then snapped back to Felix as if awaiting the results to an important test. 

"Very well, sir," Felix's cheek twitched. 

Menendez looked to me for a few moments before dipping his head and leaving once more. Aiden eyed me, his eyes twinkling, and then followed his leader out without a word. I found myself studying the side of Felix's face, fixed to where Menendez had left. 

"I'm not ready for any sort of 'task.'" 

His grey gaze snapped to my brown ones. "I know." 

I followed him as he took off towards the armory. "So you're just going to take me anyways?" 

Felix didn't reply and began suiting up for whatever task was set ahead. I watched him confusedly and stepped forwards, touching my hand to his forearm.

"Hello?" 

"An order," Felix flipped my hand, resting it on the table nearby, and leaned close to my ear, "is an order. Now get ready and meet me outside in ten." 

I shook my sore wrist as Felix released me and moved to exit the room. 

I changed into the completely black uniform that fit. There were multiple pockets on my legs that had already been stuffed with small objects needed for a mission. The top part of the uniform was a long sleeve with a vest that provided not only protection, but more space for ammo and supplies as well. 

As I strapped up the black combat boots, I picked out my weapon of choice: a Type 25. It already had a red dot sight installed and a foregrip, something I would need greatly. 

Walking out of the armory area, I came face to face with bright sunlight- a rush of heat from an oven. My gaze moved around and I quickly spotted Felix. He stood like a tower over the Private who'd come to speak with him- and I wasn't talking about height. Felix held a very presence that made everyone respect him, even Menendez as it seemed. He was a tower people depended on and looked to for safety and information. 

"Finally you're out," Felix broke me from my thoughts, significantly closer than when I'd spotted him. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood and gave you twelve minutes." 

I stifled a groan. 

"And what do we have here?" 

"A Type 25." 

"A Type goodbye," Felix clutched the weapon and stripped it from my grasp. 

"What are you-" 

"It's your first mission, you don't get a weapon." 

What the hell? I'm going to die because of you, Felix. It's probably what you want anyways. 

Every second I spoke to the man currently walking away, my hatred for him grew. I didn't even know what type of hatred it was, cause we all know there are millions, but I knew I hated him. The stupid bastard was going to get us all killed. 

"Emma, you coming?" 

No. 

As much as I hated him, I couldn't help but trust those special grey eyes of his. Felix looked back at me, nothing but a pistol locked against his leg. He held something then, a look of hope. Was it hope I'd join him? I secretly knew it was hope that I'd join him just so that he'd impress Menendez. 

Still, the guy was silently prodding at me to follow and I couldn't help but do so. 

"Yes, I'm coming." 

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Alright, so this is shorter, but on purpose. Promise! 

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