Blaire Lennon was one of the best and brightest agents in the CIA, the only problem was, she was a little trigger happy and slightly deranged.
After a series of incidents puts her on thin ice with the Central Intelligence Agency, they give her one...
"BLAZE!" A voice I recognized as Jolie's yelled from my door. I turned over and put my pillow over my head and groaned in annoyance.
"BLAZE! WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU'RE LATE FOR TRAINING!" Jolie yelled, making me shoot up out of bed frantically.
I was exhausted. The moans kept going all fucking night, and if I wasn't so annoyed at the fact that the woman Ryder was fucking disturbed my sleep, I'd honestly be impressed that he had so much damn stamina. I looked over at the clock on the side of the table to see that it was already 9:37am.
"What time does training start?" I yelled as I rolled out of bed and walked over to the door. I opened it to see Jolie standing there with a neatly folded outfit in her hand.
"It started 7 minutes ago." She said as she raised her eyebrow at me. I quickly grabbed the clothes from her hand and tossed them onto the bed. Jolie walked into my room and closed the door behind her.
"Well fuck, a little heads up would have been nice." I yelled as I threw on the black tank top she gave me. I quickly changed into the black skinny jeans, hobbling to the bathroom before I turned on the skin.
"Ryder was suposto tell you." I heard Jolie say from the other room.
"That prick." I mumbled in annoyance as I rapidly brushed my teeth. I rinsed out my mouth and quickly ran a brush through my curly and unruly hair before putting a ponytail on my wrist. I looked at my bare face in the mirror before rolling my eyes.
I ran out into the bedroom and quickly grabbed the combat boots Jolie was holding up in her hands. I bent down and put them on my feet, hopping with one foot as I tied the laces of my right boot before repeating the action with the left.
"Come on." Jolie said as she quickly walked out of the door, making me jog behind her to catch up. We took the elevator down to the first floor, and ran through the seemingly endless hallways until we arrived at a large red double door. Jolie quickly pushed it open, revealing at least 60 very intimidating men and women standing inside with their backs facing us.
The room was much bigger than I expected, and it had high ceilings and an open floor plan. The smooth cement floors matched the grey stone walls. There were no windows, and the room was illuminated by bright LED lights that lined the ceiling.
Everyone was dressed the same as me, black shirt, jeans, and boots. They stood in multiple lines, with their legs shoulder length apart, hands behind their backs and they chins raised slightly as if they were soldiers. Ryder was standing in front of them with two men on both sides of him, and a long rectangular table behind them. He was raised on a stage of sorts, and four steps lined the front of it.
His muscular arms were crossed in front of him and his grey eyes stayed locked on us as we made our way to the front of the room. Everyone glared at me as I walked past, and I straightened my back and walked confidently as I ignored their obvious stares.
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"Stand right there." Jolie whispered, breaking the silence in the room as she pointed to an open space in the first line towards the right. I nodded before I quickly walked over and stood like the rest of them as Jolie climbed the steps and stood to the right of Ryder.
"Well now that you've graced us with your fucking presence, we can begin." Ryder said in an annoyed tone as he stared at me with an unemotional expression plastered on his annoying face. I scowled at him for purposely sabotaging me by neglecting to tell me when this damn training session started on top of keeping me up all damn night. I couldn't wait to escort this fucker straight to hell.
He walked over to the table behind him as everyone watched his every move. He grabbed something from the table, a bag of some sort, before walking back to the front of the stage slowly. He tossed the bag out in front of him, making a thud echo off the deadly silent room.
"This, is a body bag." He said loudly, so everyone in the room can hear him. "A handful of you will be leaving this training as assassins for the European Mafia, the other half will be leaving in this bag." He said as he pointed to it and looked around the room.
"An assassin is one of the most respected, and vital positions in this organization. It's going to be a process of elimination, so treat this training like your life depends on it... because quite frankly, it does." He said as he crossed his arms and looked over at me, making me furrow my eyebrows. His eyes quickly moved to the man standing beside me before he spoke again.
"Partner up with the person on your right." He said still glaring at me before he turned around and made his way to the table, the rest of the men and Jolie following suit.
The man I was beside was at least three times as big as me. He was 6'4 easily, and his biceps were easily twice the size of my head. Tattoos covered his face, traveling down his neck and to his hands. His face was covered in scars, and he had a scowl on his face as he looked down at me. Next to his massive stature, I looked like a damn child.
We watched as the leaders took their seats on the stage, the sound of their metal chairs scraping against the floor pierced through the large and silent room.
"You two." He said as he pointed to two men who stood on the furthermost left side of the line I was standing in. "Come to the center." He said as he leaned his elbows on the table in front of him.
As I watched them quickly walk over, I couldn't help but feel like I was at some sort of fucking audition than training session. It was as if we were showcasing our skills in front of a panel of judges, and I scowled at the thought of this annoying fucking selection process.
But if I was going to get any information on what they were doing, I had to earn their trust and respect. I'll have to get high enough in their ranks for them to trust me, then once I find out enough information, I can destroy them from the inside out.
The two men were now standing in the center of the room, standing with their hands behind their backs and looking at Ryder.
"First training. Hand to hand combat. Whoever survives, moves on. Go." He said in a deadly tone as he leaned in his chair. His eyes met mine for a moment, and I thought for a moment I saw the corner of his lips rise, almost as if he was holding back a smirk. That motherfucker wants me to fail, why else would he pair me up with this gargantuan?
Fury flowed through my veins, but as he looked at me, I smirked at him evilly. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he saw the look on my face before turning his attention back to the men fighting in the center. He has no idea who the fuck he's messing with.
