Purple Canary

Chapter One

I see his next move before he makes it, as I step to the left to dodge his right hook, while simultaneously blocking his knee kick with my hands. It's like dancing a tango as I move my feet to the same rhythm as we step in circles around the mat. I see an opening when he looks away for split second towards the other recruits and make contact with his rib cage as I kick out my right foot.

He grabs his stomach wincing in pain and use this to my advantage. I tackle him to the ground and put him in a chokehold and wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze just enough for it to hurt. He struggles for  a moment before tapping on my leg three times.

I release my hold on him and stand before offering my hand down to help him up, "You lasted longer than I expected," I smirk.

"Man, they weren't kidding," He shakes his head as he takes my hand, "You really don't take it easy on anyone," he bends down and wipes off invisible dust off his exercise shorts.

"You're lucky I let go," I wink only half joking. I've been known to accidently knock a few agents and recruits unconscious.

The other recruits chuckle softly as he falls back in line, "Anyone else want to give it a try?" A few hands pop-up and I notice that it's only the boys raising their hands. No doubt that the only reason is so they can rub their junk up against me; and I would love nothing more than to knock all them on their asses.

I also can't help but feel disappointed that none of the girls are raising their hands. I'm always up to spare with a female opponent; to give them pointers and make them stronger.

This group of recruits is a mix between men and women of varying ethnicities, and all between the ages of 28 to 34. None of them have any living family; they would be nothing but liabilities anyway.

I am the youngest recruit to ever be accepted at SLC - Silver Lining Corporation. To the innocent eye, we are a company that offers protection when someone needs an escort to the court house or a personal bodyguard, etc. However, to the trained eye we offer a much more lucrative  approach to solving their enemy issues.

"Agent Jenkins," I look towards the direction of where I heard my name and see a dark-skinned gentleman, with brown eyes and a bald head. The tailored suit accents his muscular build well, along with his clean shaven face. 

He must have a meeting or interview today. "Sir," I respond putting my hands behind my back and giving him my full attention.

"I'm going to have Agent Rogers finish this tour," he states as a tall, muscular man comes out of nowhere. He doesn't look to happy to be voluntold to spend time with these recruits.

"Sir," I nod as Rogers greets the group and leads them down a corridor towards the locker rooms. "Meeting or Interview," I say as we enter straight into the elevator with out turning around.

He enters a code on the key pad and the elevator jerks up towards the top floor, "Both," he sighs, "We got something for you."

"A job," I say trying not to get my hopes up. I've been itching to get back into the field. After the elevator stops, the wall in front of us splits open in two opening up to his office. We step inside, "Sir," I say when the door closes.

"You haven't been to your last four counseling sessions," he states, "Why?"

"With all due respect, Sir," I stare at his face impassively, "Doing what I do, I can't afford to have any feelings in the matter more than  I already do." He raises one eyebrow at me to which I respond with shrug and smirk, "It's bad for business."

He rolls his eyes in a very unprofessional way, "Rose, you were 10 when I recruited you and were trained to kill at the age of 17," he moves around his desk and takes a seat before motioning for me to do the same, "Do you know why I recruited you so young?"