The Contractor (Slow Updates)

No One

No One

Erin's POV

"275 seconds! Still NOT 5 minutes go back under." Agent Reeves instructed me. I huffed and dunked back into the water.

I learned a long time ago not to argue with this man while he is training you because that will just make the task a whole lot harder. I have been doing this for about a years now and I am pretty good to be honest. I have learned all types of fighting styles; Kalarippayattu, Savate, Karate, Kung Fu, Taekwondo, Aikido, Jujitsu, and others. I have most likely shot off all guns known to man and I also study medical diagnosis of all types, in which they taught me how to possibly save a life if the person is in need. However to be totally, honest right now I think this guy is trying to kill me because I'm being taught to hold my breath for large amounts of time with twice the amount of my own weight on my back.

I haven't seen my dad in 3 months now and I know he is worried but I write him every chance I get telling him I'm still on this supposable 'business trip' and so far he hasn't questioned me further, except for the occasional 'when are you coming to visit me' type of thing. I haven't seen Nathaniel even longer though, not since I started my training. He went off somewhere deserted and I haven't heard from him since.

We sometimes go off camp to get the 'civilian feel' they say. They make me observe people to find out what they're thinking what they plan on doing. I think I have helped out a lot of people since I started doing that.

I surfaced from the water after holding my breath for a solid 5 minutes and two seconds panting and dizzy from the lack of O2 I looked up at my trainer expectantly as he looked at his watch.

"Finally. Hop out and head to the showers. You have sniper lessons in 20 minutes." He instructed walking away from me. WOW! No good job or anything huh? Just 'hop in the shower'. What an ass.

I showered and walked out to the shooting range passing by a group of people training together. I still don't understand why I don't train with the groups too, and why I get trained so much harder than they do. I ran up to Neil noticing him carrying a sniper rifle in its case.

"Hey! You ready?" He asked me once he saw me.

"Yeah." I said taking the rifle and laying it down on the table. I opened the case and assembled the weapon. I attached the compressor on the end of the barrel and loaded it and ensured the safety was on before handing it over to be checked by Neil. He scrutinized the rifle before giving it back to me. I undid the safety and propped it on the platform as I aimed it at the target.

The target was a good 500 meters but a good distance for this type of weapon. I took a deep breath and as I released I pulled the trigger firing off a bullet. I repeated the process a couple more times before unloaded the gun, dissembling it and placing it back into the case and taking out a another type of gun and shooting it off.

I took some of my other lessons passing with ease and soon after dinner I headed off to get some sleep.

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I woke to a hand being laid over my mouth and my arms and legs being bound together. I struggled the best I could and I started to panic as they shoved me into a vehicle and pulled a pillow case over my head. I calmed my breathing and focused in the movement of the vehicle. I could feel myself shift to the left as the van took a hard right. I could hear the engine and feel the vehicles speed increase and by the sound we were going probably about 60-85 and we only did that for about 10 minutes so I predicted about a good 3-5 miles had gone by before we turned once again.