Tainted

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Dan spread out the sheets on the table in front of us. Some looked like profiles, other just general information.

"Ok. So this," he pointed to a photo of an older man, mid 50s maybe, with a stubbly beard and pointy nose, clipped on top of a page with paragraphs of text on it. "This is Lanianos. Here is all of the information about him, have a read." He ordered me. I scanned through the information. Fifty two years of age.. blah blah.. Spanish blah blah.. Son.. Wait, he has a son? I voiced my thoughts to Dan. "Yeah Romero. He's almost as bad as his father, yet he is practically harmless when not with Lanianos. He has confidence issues." He whispered the last part. I couldn't help but giggle at this. The son of a mafia boss has confidence issues? What?

I read through the rest of the information. Nothing else seemed to catch my attention.

"Done." I told Dan. "Ok. Where was he last seen?" he questioned me. "Leaving Westminster in a black range rover. With two men." I replied confidently, leaning back in my seat, smirking.

"Who are his main sidekicks?" He asked. "Jonathan Iglesias and Enrique Thomas." I answered him. "Impressive." He leant back in his seat.

"So how's training going to work then?" I asked.

"Well, we will start with general fitness and then go onto basic one on one combat an-" I cut him off. "Basic combat?" I asked him. "Well, yeah. I'm assuming you have no experience." Wow really?

"I've done one on one combat since the age of 8. You are a first hand witness of my strength and control so don't you tell me I don't know how to throw a punch because I do." I told him, furious at his assumptions.

"Hm ok, well we will see. Tomorrow, you and me, we will have an one on one combat session. Then we will see just how much your parents taught you." My face dropped. Oh god. A fight with a secret agent that has had 3 years of training and experience. Good one Maisie.

"Anyway, there will be 2 weeks of training, everyday from 9am until 5pm. Then, you will put out into simulation for a week, where you will have to react and make decisions in real life scenarios that you may face when you are put on mission." He explained to me. I thought this through while he packed up the sheets back into the briefcase. He sealed it back up and then put it on the seat next to him. "How long do you think this journey will be?" I asked him, completely off topic. "We have about an hour left." He told me after checking his watch.

"Ok I'm gonna go sleep now." I told him, snuggling down, my head on my handbag. Everything soon faded to black, sounds getting quieter and quieter until, nothing.

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This is terrible I'm so sorry:(