False Identity - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Two

The next morning came way too quickly, and I started to feel anxious as soon as I opened my eyes. Today would mark the beginning of either my ascent up this company's ladder, or the end of my life. No pressure.

As soon as my feet hit the floor, there was a knock at the door.

"Good morning, 1249," Agent Cordell said from the threshold.

"Morning, Agent Cordell."

"Please just call me Daniel. People only call me 'Agent Cordell' when I'm getting in trouble."

"Oh. Okay..." I said as I waved him into my room.

"Good. Now, go ahead and get dressed in some athletic gear. We're going to be doing some testing today on all your skills to see where your strengths and weaknesses lie, both mentally and physically. Get dressed and meet me in the combat training complex."

I nodded and Daniel left my room, shutting the door on the way out. I quickly threw on some soft, breathable clothes, put my hair in a pony tail and put on sneakers that were resting in a cubby labeled "running shoes".

I made quick work of brushing my teeth and washing my face before heading down a corridor I thought was in the direction I was supposed to be heading. After a minute of walking, a few other agents with workout clothes on starting heading the same way, so I stayed close to them to ensure I didn't get lost.

The hall opened up into the training grounds and I found myself speechless again.

People were scattered everywhere, some talking in groups and some already stretching to begin their morning workout. Amidst all the morning noise, I could hear someone already furiously hitting something.

My eyes roamed until I found a man, drenched in sweat precisely jabbing at a punching bag. His mop of chocolate curls clung to his forehead, and his chiseled jaw was tight with concentration. I watched him as I stood off to the corner, out of everyone's way. The sinew muscle beneath his sweat soaked tee shirt made my heart speed up a couple beats.

"Hey!" a familiar voice called from behind me.

"Zahina, hey," I said distractedly. She bound up beside me in clothes very similar to my own.

She followed my gaze to the punching bag, before letting out a low whistle.

"Oh, you've got it baaaaad," she sang.

"Huh?"

"You're looking that man up and down like you'd like to have a piece of him for breakfast," she said as she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

I shook my head a little to try to remove the thoughts that had popped into my head.

"Who is that?" I asked Zahina.

"I don't know. But he's already in the field, that's for sure. I wonder why he's here," she cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Why do you say that?"

"See that bracelet on his wrist?"

I nodded my head.

"Yeah, that's most definitely not a fashion statement. Well, at least for the most part. After agents graduate, they either go to support or straight into the field. Support agents get electronic equipment, and field agents get a piece of jewelry. It can be a necklace, earring, bracelet; some agents even have a ring. Each one has a tracker on it, and some other stuff they don't really tell us about until we graduate."

"And you think his bracelet is one of them?"

"It has to be," Zahina said with wide eyes. "Do you see anyone else with jewelry on?"