Raising Cain: The story within.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 4.

I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. I was having nightmares about guns and men with green lockets the usual for a 12 year old.... Not. I spotted dad sitting in the armchair and prepped myself for another truth session. I sat opposite the man who looked like my father but now I wasn't so sure. "Your mother and I met on the field" he began, "We we're put together in a team of 4, your mother was the analyst, gathering intel and sorting our communication, she was our eyes and ears." "Mission was to take out a wealthy drug lord who was dealing all sorts of nasty stuff" I was getting interested in this story now. "I was the one who took him out, bullet right between the eyes because a Cain never misses" he paused "Ever". "We kept being assigned to the same missions because we worked so well together it was illogical to separate us" he smiled "then the rest my girl is history". "I've always loved history" I said with a small smile.

We sat there for what must have been an entire day while dad recounted his youth. He was more free, more open than I had ever seen him and I felt closer to him and mom that ever before. "We knew the man who killed her Ali" he said " he goes by the name Red and he went rouge a while ago, does assassinations for the highest bidder that kinda thing" I wanted to ask more but I could tell the matter was closed.

I won't bore you with the details but for a couple months we stayed in various motels and hotels and shady bed and breakfasts while dad sorted out moms documents and legal stuff . He never told and I never asked and that was our routine. One night I was sitting on a manky old bed in an equally manky motel when I saw the edge of a black briefcase poking out from under the bed. I scrambled to get it and heaved out a large black briefcase with a digital passcode lock. I stared at it, 6 digits, i could crack this. I stared at the keypad and instinctively typed moms birthday. No joy. I typed in over 30 codes with no luck until I almost gave up and typed in a pretty obvious choice 481990 , my birthday. I felt a rush of joy when the locks clicked open and felt honoured my dad would have my birthday as the passcode to the mysterious black box. I lifted the lid and gasped. 4 black shiny guns lay in a styrofoam bed. To my surprise, I wasn't scared or intimidated, my hands were itching to get a hold of one. I grabbed the smallest one and rushed out the door. I ran to the nearby set of trees and used a random knife I found in the small kitchenette in our room to draw small targets on four trees in a circle. "Come on Alice" I whispered to myself. "Let's see what your made of"

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Authors note

Again enjoy the chapter, it's more of a filler chapter and her training will be next :) exciting things to come.....

Amy