Chapter 2

I spent the next 3 hours of the early morning, training nonstop and pushing my boundaries as far as possible. Upon finishing my tiring workout I took a quick 10 minute shower back at my dormitory and got changed again.  Now wearing ripped jeans with a cropped black hoodie, a cap and a pair of black and white sneakers.

I decided to head to the shooting arena and practice my aim since I hadn't practiced for a while. There was still plenty of time until breakfast was served in the building and I didn't want to waste my time doing nothing.

Every HIT agent gets a gun once the graduate from training at the C.I.A. As a graduation present from the agency, the agents get to choose the style and color of their gun but they don't get to pick what type of gun they are given. They can only choose a hand pistol. My gun had horizontal aluminous yellow strip across it with my initials carved in the handle. This is what I used as the other guns were locked away until a certain time, in a safty room when until there is full supervision around the area.

By the time, I was finished practice, it was seven. So I decided to make my way down to the mini cafeteria in the building to order myself some breakfast.

Once I got there, I plopped myself down by at a table, all by myself, and waited for a waiter to come and take my order. Eventually the waiter came, I simply asked for a bowl of porridge with summer fruits and honey on it accompanied with a glass of orange juice.

As I was eating I picked up my phone and decided to scroll through my social media feed and reply to some texts I had recived the night before. Halfway through my refreshing breakfast, I heard a static crackling echo around the room, over the intercom.

Silence filled the, normally buzz filled room, after hearing the noise apprehending Sandras latest announcement.

" Good morning everyone. Can agent AH 1 and agent AH 2 please report to my office within the next ten minutes. Thank you. " Many people were surprised at the sudden announcement and the contents of it including me.

" Why does she want Ryder and agent AH 2? " Questioned a male sitting with a group of his mates at the table infront of me. His voice was hushed, only to be heard by the group but was still loud enough for me to hear and easedrop.

" I mean don't they work alone. I thought they hated to work with other agents. " He added on.

He was right. I didn't like working with others. It was far too troublesome. I didn't like the responsibility of someone's life in my hands, other than mine.

" Agent AH 2 has a name you know! " Corrected his friend as he tapped his friends shoulder lightly while looking nervously back at me.

I was so mad, I was glaring at the group of males. The audacity, they had to first; speak behind my back. Second; to completely ignore my name and Lastly; to insult me.

I got up eruptedly causing the chair that I was sitting on before, to fall to the ground with loud bang getting everyone's attention in the hall giving the group of boys a little bit of a jump scare. With that I walked past them and out of the room. I didn't bother to quarrel with them as I just wasn't feeling up to it.

I knew that I was going to be late, so I ran as fast as I could to my destination. I sprinted up 3 flights of luxurious stairs bumping into many people along the way and getting many unwanted comments and groans from each.

After a few minutes of cardio. I finally arrived at Sandra's office. I knocked loudly on her door three times to be polite and wait for a sign to let me in.

" Come in. " Sandra yelled, loud enough so I could hear. Cautiously, I opened the door revealing Sandra with Ryder already sitting down in her office across from her desk with his back to me.

" Sorry about the wait. " I apologised while quickly closing the door behind me. Right after that, I sat down in the grey, leather chair across from Sandra and crossed my legs.

The whole time Ryder didn't talk, look or glance at me. He ignored me like I wasn't even there.

" So your probably wondering why I called you two here, right? " She asked anxiously. But she received nothing but silence and blank stares from us, who were sitting across from her. She sighed heavily after receiving no reaction.

" You should talk more because that's the only way your going to be able to survive in this world. " Sandra spoke professionally while still maintaining a straight back on her chair and looking at the sheets of paperwork in front of her. She voice was never raised as she knew she had the dominance of everyone that came to her office. She was always professional and maintained a good image.

" So, why did you call us? " Asked Ryder completely ignoring what Sandra had just said and stopped her from beating around the bush too much.

" Straight to the point it is. " She took a long deep breath in and spoke.

" I want you two to work together. " Sandra rushed her word because she knew what was going to happen next.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. Am I mistaken. Maybe my ears were deceiving me. I studied her face a little further hoping I would find some evidence to tell me that this was some sort of joke but her face showed no emotion. It was hard to read her but based on the energy radiating from her and her body language, was enough to answer my questions.

I could feel my blood boiling as I was sitting in the chair.

" WHAT! " I yelled. I got up abruptly from my chair like I had done it the restaurant, expect for this time my chair didn't budge. My suddenness startled them slightly.

" Oh hell nah. I am not working with him. " I stated while pointing my finger down at Ryder. I was raging with fury. After what I just heard I knew I wouldn't be able to control my anger much longer.

" Camilia, please calm down. " Sandra slowly stood up. Watching my every move, worried because she knew that I was going to snap and knew that she had to try and calm me down before I did something bad.

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out as fast as I possibly could down to the gym. I pushed everyone out of the way. When I reached the gym I took out all of my anger at the innocent punching bag. I ignored the pain it caused my knuckles and the damage I was doing to my hand and to the equipment itself. The bag swung back every time I hit it, only encouraging it to swoop confidently back at me.

I did my worst on the bag but still wasn't satisfied. The adrenaline was still on a high inside me. I knew the only way I could really try and stop it from getting any higher was to shoot something. With that I hurriedly made my way to the shooting arena for the second time today that day. The sound of the gun shots calmed me down. Sandra normally locks the doors of the room that I'm in for other people's safety because if someone comes in when I'm angry, I could end up killing them by accident. I don't mean to it's just that I can't control my anger issues or disorders. That's just life and I have learned to cope with it.

When I finally calmed myself down. I strolled down to my room again and took another shower. I don't normally have so many showers but there was still somewhat dry blood over my knuckles from the punching bag so I thought it would be better if I cleaned up.

The hot water stung my wounds, but managed to clean my self up after numerous grunts and groans.

30 minutes had passed, I was finished my shower and got changed into a pair of army print joggers, a white crop top, black runners and a black and white bandana. I was physically drained from training so much and decided to have a nap since I had already missed lunch. Getting ready was far more important then food at that moment in time.

I woke up to a light knock at my door. " Who is it? " I shouted and waited for answer.

" It's... " I heard a heavy sigh behind the door. It was a male voice as the 'it's' was pronounced in a low, deep voice that would be hard for most females to attempt.

" It's Ryder. "

>>>to be continued