Personal Soldier (Nathan Sykes Fanfic)

Personal Soldier (Nathan Sykes Fanfic) - Ch.1

I sat staring at the raindrops trickle down the window. The people outside rushing past the coffee shop, trying their best to avoid getting soaked. I always found it interesting. The concept of a 'normal' life, i guess. Sure these people weren't perfect. They had worries , everyone did. Money, Relationships, Sickness, these were the kind of things that ran through these peoples minds as they walked through the city on their way to work. I don't have those though. I worry about nothing. I have grown to be somewhat fearless in the past few years. My 'line of work' should we call it, requires me to be so.

Perhaps I should elaborate slightly. My name is ......

“Sophia, ...Sophia Mendez” the barista called from the counter, holding a take out cup in the air and searching the shop. I sighed slightly and left my place by the window. “Thanks” I said handing over the money and taking my change. “Have a nice day” she smiled politely at me, with that fake happiness she must have plastered on her face throughout the day. I turned and walked slowly towards the door, stepping out into the wet street. The rain had ceased momentarily, so I took the opportunity to run for my car.

I started off on my journey, pulling away from the footpath, and driving down the street. I took this same route every morning on my way to work .... well, no, I never thought of it as work. Not really. I was definately NOT your typical job. Well I should take this chance to explain myself. I have no desire for you to follow my story if you do not understand.....

My name is Katrina Dawson. I am 20 years old and I work for a protection agency known as PROTEGO. So let's see .... take for example you had some government secrets okay? Like you had information on some scandals that were regarding the presidant. People would be after you right? So your life would potentially be in danger, so you come ... to us. We give you a new identity, a new home and depending on the severity of the case we could give you a Protecter. ( More about that later ) but anyways so while your off with your new life, we work on getting these people who are after you. We work out who they are, we track them, and we MAKE SURE you can return to your old life, safe and sound. Happy Days and all that jazz. So basically I work for a secret agency defending people of interest. You follow??

Anyway regarding the whole 'Sophia' thing ... yeah I'm what they call a Protecter. If you've got an extreme case then you get me, or one of the others. We stay with you at all times, so you live with us and we kind of act like a bodyguard ... only better. I mean we're trained to fight, we risk our lives for these people so we gotta make it count. And I've been training to work with PROTEGO since i was 13. Youngest in the agency, and I take pride in that. So yeah, I have a different name around town, gotta keep my life private too. It's not everyone that gets to be part of PROTEGO, I mean only a tiny precent of the worlds population even know we exist. But my dad was head when he was alive, of course I didn't even know about the agency till after he died. Wouldn't be very secretive if I did. His right hand man, his best friend, Greg took me in once he died and the agency was left in his capable hands. And once i turned 13 i started working, as hard as I possibly could. I want to make my father proud. I will.

Are you still with me? You understand what's going on yeah? Good.

After the hour and a half long journey from the city, i neared to familiar building. Located in, literally, the middle of nowhere this mansion was the main office of PROTEGO. We had a few smaller firms around the world but the largest, was here in London. I punched the access code into the keypad at the front gate and once the black iron bars had rolled away, I drove up to the front and parked. On the outside this looked like it could belong to the most high end celebrity there was. The building had 4 floors above ground, each with, what seemed like, endless amounts of offices, labs, gyms and training rooms. Underneath we had 1 floor, known as the Base. Here is where we had our Briefing for new cases, our tech room, the main laboratory and the data tracker.

I stepped through the door and made my way to the elevator. I walked out onto the 2nd floor corridor and walked to the gym. No one was every in here at this time so I always took this chance to work out. I don't like people breathing down me neck when i'm trying to concentrate. Leaving my stuff down in the locker room I changed into my sport bra and yoga pants and runners. I made my way over to the mats, stretched a bit and then started on the punching bag in the corner like i always did.

After about 20 or so minutes I heard the announcement over the speaker. “Team three is required in the Briefing room in 10 minutes, I repeat Team three, Briefing room, 10 minutes” then the announcement cut off. “Oh, great” I sighed. I hated being interupted in my work outs. I grabbed by things from the locker room and changed quickly into my joggers and a zip up hoody. I ran to catch the elevator down to the Base, ready for a briefing.