Agent 3

Part 4:

Three:

I was used to the reaction from other agents when they found out who I was.

I knew about the rumours.

This was nothing new.

They all thought it was crazy having a solo agent because they had been raised in teams.

To them your team is your family so you must be crazy to have no one and the rumors about me added to people thinking I was crazy.

Not that I could particularly argue with the assumption.

Crazy is just a word people people use to describe something or someone they don't understand.

You do something different to what someone else has done their entire life and you're crazy.

I think they are crazy for running around in little teams all the time.

Leaves room for weakness but people only learn that lesson the hard way.

I recognised them from photos. Agents 7 and 14 were better at hiding their shock then the two idiots gawking at me, which I knew to be Agents 17 and 23.

"No I mean like what do you want us to call you? There is no need for formalities." Agent 7 or Mark questioned.

Mark was older then me but still looked quite young, his sandy blonde hair was styled up off his face, brown eyes, and was about 6ft. Regular build.

Could definitely take him if necessary.

He quickly signalled for the man, I knew to be Ace, to do something about the other two.

Ace nudged them and they both snapped out of it trying to act normal.

"I want you to call me Three, that is my name. I'm guessing you want me to call you by your names?" I looked over at them all, Amir and Sarah just nodded.

"Yeah, that would be nice. Sorry about these two by the way." Ace spoke and I fixed my gaze onto him.

He was tall, I'd say about 6ft 2, not too muscular, Curly brown hair that fell onto his face with bright blue eyes.

He smiled warmly as he walked past me onto the plane.

Bit taller then Mark so would be difficult if they both came at me but possible to take both out.

Mark followed on, giving me a quick once over as he did. I watched as Amir grumbled something to Sarah handing her some money.

Sarah was short, must have been about 5ft 2, short blonde hair, icy blue eyes.

She looked very young.

I still wasn't fully convinced she was 18, she looks about 12.

Wouldn't take a lot to take her out.

Amir on the other hand was tall, broad and was a very stereotypical handsome boy, his dark skin was complemented by his equally dark hair but his hazel eyes glowed slightly in comparison. He was so full of himself it was painfully clear.

If all three of them came at me at the same time it would be hard, not counting Sarah, but still very possible.

Individually it would be easy enough.

Only if it comes down to it.

Amir gave me a smile, as he noticed me looking at him, Sarah rolled her eyes as she grabbed his arm to pull him with her.

He gave me a quick wink before he walked past.

God, this was already more painful then I originally thought.