Agent Gray, Red with Love

Training

    Graham was boarded onto a private jet in the nearby airport. It was quite luxurious, but Graham passed out before he could properly appreciate it. 

  He woke up in a small but homey room, with a TV, chair, desk, and a small piece of paper with some tea and bikkies. 

(Bikkies are Australian English for American cookies. From here on out, I'm using the American English.)

  Graham got up. He was still in his normal clothes, but he saw a white shirt, some grey slacks, knee pads, and shoes as well as socks on the chair. The shirt had what he assumed was the ACME logo on the right breast. Ugh. Uniform.

  Graham picked up the piece of paper. 

  Welcome, Graham Hawkins, to ACME! You currently are reading a note in our Miami,  Florida training facility. Over the next month, as you have no prior experience, you will be trained in basic combat, and espionage to help your peers on ACME official business. Do your best, train well, and we can't wait for you to officially join our family!

  It sounded fake. But, he figured it was just protocol, and a failed attempt at decency. But man, he was in Florida? That was in the US. How long had he been asleep? He sure hoped no one had carried him in, that'd be embarrassing.

  A door a few feet away opened. A woman wearing the same outfit, but with the cool shades and a turquoise version of the shirt walked in. She had purple wavy hair, pale skin, and thin lips. 

  "Get into uniform," she instructed in a Russian sounding accent, "You have 15 minutes to be in the gym for your first lesson."

  "You're the Russian lady from the suit squad!" Graham realized aloud.

  She scowled, "I'm from Belarus."

  "Uh, right. Sorry."

  She glared. "Ten minutes."

  "What? I don't even know where the gym is!" He exclaimed.

  "Then you'll figure it out," she deadpanned. And then she walked out.

  Graham scrambled to get on his uniform. He scarfed up his food, and sipped the tea as quickly as possible. Ew, it was cold. But he figured he likely wasn't getting anything else.

  He ran out the door. The place was huge! It was also.... empty. A towering ceiling like the ones at  at train stations stood tall above 3 marble rails of floors. The quartz floor was decorated with a light grey ACME rug. Natural lighting from large windows poured in, making the place peaceful. Rows and rows of desks and doors to rooms lined each floor. But, no one was at their desk. Odd.

  Graham found an elevator. He pressed the button to summon it, and it opened 5 seconds later. 

  Now, where would I find a gym?

  He looked and saw he was on the top floor, the fourth floor. The smart thing would be to go down each floor one at a time, and look around. But, he figured he didn't have that time. This was a secret agency's training facility, the gym had to be huge. They probably couldn't fit it just anywhere. He couldn't ask around either. The bottom floor was easily the biggest, so he decided to go straight down there.

  The elevator music was playing Elvis Presley's "VIVA LAS VEGAS!" Maybe they agents were really into old 50s music. It definitely energized him. He couldn't help but move his shoulders do the beat.

  The doors opened. Graham sprinted out, as he didn't think he had much time left.

  Surprisingly, he didn't have much difficulty finding the gym. He ran around the halls, and saw two large glass doors with a big, big, closed in atrium. There was a rock wall, a door to a separate pool facility, gymnastic bars, and tons of other cool athletic themed things. He saw the Belarus lady standing, holding a large wooden staff.