K-56

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Chapter 6

I met Max on the first week of training. He was the other recruit that was brought in a week before I was. Peter is the same height as me, unlike Kyle who is a hell of a lot taller than me which makes kissing slightly awkward. He is dirty blonde with a short and 'efficient' (as he calls it) haircut. He has slightly more training than me (considering I only took Thai kwon do when I was 9) and he isn't afraid to show it off. For example when I was sparing with him whilst my mentor (Kyle, who apparently begged Sarge to be my mentor, earning a smile and a kiss from me) and his mentor (some agent called 'Lizard' , because he mostly works in camouflage tactics) watched. Most of his moves were fancy and unnecessarily complicated, with complicated hand gestures even though my simple moves were sufficient to throw him off balance more than once. We practised like this once a week, each time both of us improved until one day, 3 weeks later the Sargent told me that I would beginning weapons training.

"Hey, heard the good news, can't wait to teach you everything. When I was training weapons training was my favourite. I even took the liberty of setting up one of my stalls for your first lesson". Kyle said as I left operations after talking to Sarge.

"What's the matter?" He said, turning me around to face him after he noticed my blank expression.

"I... um, well when I was a kid my dad took me to a shooting range and..., well...I was crap, basically". I said not looking at him.

"So? How old were you then? Six? Seven? I'm sure your gonna be a lot better now". He reassured me, placing two long fingers under my chin, lifting my face to meet his. He bent his head down to mine, our lips meeting and speaking their own incoherent language. He led me to a cream coloured wall with eight stall like cubicles facing the other wall. On said other wall there was eight pieces of paper with several outlines of a human figure, each shape a different colour. He lead me to the cubical at the very end that contained two earmuff-like things, two plastic eye protectors that reminded me of the goggles we wore in Biology. And on the table in the stall lay one pistol, with it's clip next to it. kyle went over to it and picked it up and looked at it as if it were an old friend. I went to stand by him and he turned to me and looked me in the eye.

"You can have her... I mean it". He blushed slightly,

"You named your gun?". I asked smiling to myself at my Boyfriend's quirks.

"Yeah, but promise me something? Don't loose her, OK? Do ya promise?"

"I do..." I said, imagining other situations where i'd be saying that. He tentatively gave me the gun, which was heavier than I expected. He slid the clip in and it clicked into place. Kyle stood behind me and held my hands around the gun, sliding his arms around me.

"You aim it like this", he demonstrated, arms still around me, " And you point it at the thing you want to shoot and fire, simple. Try it".

I aimed at the target, closed my eyes and pulled the trigger twice. And when I'd opened them... I'd missed.

"Buggeration, I missed. See, I told you I was crap at this!" I said lowering the gun and huffing in irritation.

"Hey, that was your first try, give yourself a break. Listen, if you want a tip try this". He took my hand and aimed it at the target.

"Inhale; aim. Exhale; fire". He whispered in my ear, then pulled the trigger over my finger.

I looked at the target.

One bullet straight to the heart.

I smiled.

"Well done, see I told you you could do it". He smiled proudly at me. I turned my head slightly and so did he so we were facing each other. He leant forward and kissed me, I dropped the gun on the floor with a clatter that echoed around the empty room to circle my hands around the back of his head.