Undercover with One Direction

Target

Nicole's POV

I wake up at 4:30 the next morning.

I always get up early so I can train. I sneak around Eleanor and Perrie making sure to not wake them.

I leave a note just in case someone wakes up.

"At the gym. Be back soon. Don't worry, Nicole."

***

I take Liam's car and drive to the closest gym.

"Hi," I say the the lady at the front describe.

"New here?" she asks.

"That obvious?" I laugh. "Ya I am."

"It's really simple. I give you this card. You have to swipe it to opens the gym doors, to enter and leave. It will calculate how long you were in the gym and you pay $5 an hour, or you can pay
$30 per month and came as often as you'd like."

"I'll pay monthly." I say handing her $30.

She gives me a card with my name and ID number.

"Thanks," I say and walk back to the car.

You are probably wondering why I'm leaving the gym, well in order for me to train I need to do stuff that people wouldn't call 'normal'. If people saw me train they would know I'm a professional.

I'm going to the FBI training centre.

The gym pass is to give the boys proof that I as at the gym, if they ask.

***

I walk into the FBI centre.

"Excuse me miss, are you lost?" a man asks.

"No, I'm just here to do some training." I say and show him my badge.

He backs off quickly.

"Sorry, didn't know you were an agent mam." He say.

"Its quiet alright. I don't look the part and I'm from a different centre so you wouldn't recognize me." I say smiling. "The names Nicole," I hole out a hand.

"Mark," he says shaking my hand. "Head of weaponry."

"Cool, so you can show me where to go?" I ask.

"Sure. I'm training a group of pre-agents. You can demonstrate for them if you'd like." He says.

"If it's helpful to you," is all I say.

I follow Mark to the shooting range.

Around twelve people are in the room. All around the ages 20-25.

Mark whistles.

Everyone snaps to attention and line up.

"As you know today we are starting weaponry." Mary says. "I want all of you to pick up a gun and shoot at the target until you have gotten ten bullseyes."

The targets are about the length of a football field way. The target themselves are only five feet in diameter the bull eye being one centimetre.

"What?!" A man cries. "You expect us to do that?!??"

"Yes, all the agents here are able to do it, this is the easiest level. At least I have you guns with a scope. Some agents can do it without a scope and three times further away." Mark states.

I shake my head. They don't understand how easy this is compared to what they will have to do in the future.

Everyone starts to shoot. After a few minutes of no one hitting the target. I snort. And grin, kind of.

"What are you laughing about princess?" The man sneers.

"Your leaning to far backwards, your feet aren't spread far enough apart and you're gripping the gun to hard." I say.

"Like you could do it?!" The man laughs and rolls his eyes.

By this point the rest of the pre-agents have stopped and are watching. Mark looks amused.

"Wanna bet?" I ask walking over to him.

"Whatever floats your boat doll, there's no way you can hit that," he says sarcastically.

"I bet that I can empty an entire set a magazines, hit dead centre each time." I say.

"I bet you can't even hold a gun properly," the man says crossing his arms.

I take his gun and get into position.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Aim.

Fire.

Hit.

Dead centre.

I fire the rest of the bullets really fast one after another.

I look up. Everyone is impressed except the man. I look at his name tag. Kaine.

"There's a scope on the gun, that's cheating." Kaine says.

I raise an eyebrow.

We have a stare down. I take my little handgun out of the wist line of my pants. I unhook safety.

Without looking away I lift it.

Aim.

And Shoot.

I shoot ten times.

I lower the gun and walk away.

I know that all those bullets landed dead centre, I know everyone's eyes are on my back, I know Kaine has his jaw dropped but I don't turn back. I just head to the training room.

Let's just say...

I'm good at my job.