The Academy

Part One: Chapter One

"No way." My eyes widen, staring at the shaking paper in my hands. "No fucking way."

"Well?" Amelia stands in front of me, a grin growing on her face as she watches.

"I got in! Amy, I got in!" I erupt, laughing uncontrollably as I launch myself into my older sister's arms.

"Oh my god, Olivia, congratulations!" She hugs me, though I'm not able to stay there for long. A smile won't leave my lips as I go back to read my acceptance letter for the tenth time.

"Look at us, this is definitely not how Mom and Dad were expecting us to turn out." The curly-haired brunette next to me laughs. I meet her gaze, her eyes are bright blue, just like mine.

"We're badass!" I laugh, running my hand through my long almost-black hair. My joy is uncontainable. Amelia leans against the kitchen counter of our apartment, her hair pulled back into a low bun, wearing a black tank top that shows off her toned arms.

My sister is a Marine. Major Amelia Prenton. She's kind of a big shot, though she's only three years older than me. She got home two days ago from her fourth deployment, just in time to calm me down from my freak out about getting into the academy.

"I can see you now, Director Prenton has a nice ring to it." She cocks her head.

"It's going to be a long time before I'm the director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Amy."

"Ah, but you don't deny it's going to happen," She points a finger at me. I smirk, my mind drifting to the possibilities of my future in the FBI. A stab at my leg snaps me out of it, and I look down into the ice blue eyes of my Australian Shepherd, Luna, pawing at me. 

"Someone needs to pee." Amelia glances warmly at the dog we've had for years.

"I need to run." I decide quickly, dashing to my room to pull on leggings and a tank top. 

"You gonna go to Riley's? Tell her the good news?"

"Yeah, are you okay?" I answer, returning to the kitchen to tie my running shoes. 

"I'll be fine, probably order some pizza and watching movies all night. I missed the luxury of Netflix in the sandbox I've been in the past six months." I don't know exactly where's she's been, but I know it's always a dangerous warzone. She's on the front lines usually in Iraq or Afghanistan, and it scares the crap out of me, but she lives for it.  

I laugh, grabbing Luna's leash and clip it into her collar, her tail flying wildly around. When Amelia's out there, it's just me and my baby. She's a great dog, and our favorite activity is to go running together, which is a daily occurrence. Riley lives about four miles from here, she's my girlfriend. Not older by much, but she got into the academy last semester, which was only two months ago, putting her a class above me. What are the odds both of us want to be agents?

I bid my sister farewell and I'm off. I've been training for years to get into the academy. Every single day. Run, lift, fight, shoot. I've been boxing since I was a kid, hand to hand combat is my favorite, though it has resulted in quite a few broken bones and other injuries over the years. Talk about getting your adrenaline pumping. My dad's a cop, Massachusetts police department. The first thing he taught Amelia and me was how to defend ourselves. The satisfaction of hitting your target with a gun, no matter the type, is unbeatable.

I don't know too much about guns, certainly not the fancy, military-grade ones I'm sure they'll teach us how to use at the academy, but I do know my way around most handguns, and after years of practice, I've got damn good aim.

The FBI Training Academy is in Quantico, situated on five-hundred-forty-seven acres within the Marine Corps Base. The first nine months of the program are for everyone who gets in, which isn't very many people, but after that, the basic new agent training, a select few stay for the rest of the year for specialized work. Those are the people who become the best, the most elite in the field. That's going to be me.