Tris' POV
"Lift your arm higher." Tori orders, raising my tiny arm higher up. My throw is weak. "Try again Beat...." Her sentence is cut off by a blaring alarm, people across the training room stop what they are doing and start to file out of the room. Tori looks at me in a panic.
"Beatrice sweetie I have to and help. Go to your room and don't open that door for anyone apart from me okay?" I nod and she runs off, leaving me to weave my way through the streams of bulky agents to my bedroom. I slam the door and lock it the way Tori showed me.
*time lapse*
"She's in her room....SHES IN HER ROOM." At first it's a sob, then a scream which ends in whimpers and sobs again. It's not a voice I recognise, and it certainly isn't Tori.
"Go and get her Luka." These words are followed by a knock on the thick reinforced door.
"Beatrice, Tori sent me to come and get you." A dodgy deep voice says, like a girl or child is putting it on. I've been in here for hours, and unlocking the door let's me breath out a sigh of relief that I felt was being trapped by the door. A young boy, the same age as me, around seven, with bright blonde hair.
"Beatrice?" He whispers, me peaking around the door.
"I'm Luka." He sticks out a hand.
"Tris." I reach around the door, letting it open further and shake his hand. He doesn't let go, yanking me out from behind the door, using my training, I make myself as heavy as possible. I land on top of him on the ground. His arms wrap around me and we struggle against each other like kids in a playground. A playground, that's where we both should be.
"USELESS BOY!" We both stop struggling and I look up to see men dressed totally in black with only their eyes showing pointing guns at us. One steps forward and yanks me off Luka, pressing a gun to my head.
I sit up sharply, but Tobias' strong arm yanks me back down.
Beatrice.
Tris.
My name Beatrice Prior, I'm a CIA agent. No, I'm a CIA Prodigy.
I forgot.
I glance over to Tobias sleeping next to me.
He made me forget.
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Agent Tris
FanficTris has been part of the CIA since the death of her agent parents at a young age. But Tris is 16 and is bored of hanging around adults who are busy talking into earpieces and fighting. It's time for her to try out High School, but it's not as easy...
