Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Kennedy
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing loudly on the nightstand. I yawn and answer the phone with a sluggish, “Hello?”
“Agent Kennedy, I have to speak with you urgently. Please be at my office in thirty minutes sharp.” I look at my phone, confused on who is even talking. The caller id reads as Unknown. It’s too early for this. “I’m sorry, who is this?”
“Well agent Kennedy, who the hell else would be calling you into work?” Now I feel plain stupid. It’s Captain.
“Oh yeah, sorry Captain, I wasn’t processing whom it could be, I was asleep until my phone rang just now.”
“I don’t need details on your personal life agent.”
“Yes sir. I will see you in thirty minutes.”
I hung up my call, overthinking about why Captain would call me personally and tell me to come to his office. Why does Captain need to speak to me alone? He rarely asks anyone to his office, if there’s a mission he usually just sends a letter.
I get out of bed dragging my feet along my bedroom floor. I go to my closet, pulling out my clothes for the day. I change into them and head to the bathroom. I put on my make up and do my hair up into a ponytail. Finally, I make a quick protein shake and chug it down. Grabbing my binder and apartment keys, I head out the door. I rush my way to the building where Captain’s office is and stop at the front door of the building, collecting myself, and trying to look somewhat presentable.
I open the door and walk down the hallway paranoid. Why am I so scared? I haven’t done anything bad, and I’m one of Captain’s top agents. I stop at a set of dark wood doors, and stand there admiring them. These doors are unlike anything I’ve ever seen, they have beautiful golden accents all around, creating beautiful designs. I look above the doors seeing a black plate with a golden name. Captain Killer. I’m not sure if that’s his actual name, or if he just calls himself that to feel tough. To me, Captain Killer is too well put together for, well, a captain.
I open the doors, my black heels clicking and blond hair swinging. You must be thinking I work at a computer. No, no, no. I’m an agent. I just still like to have a sense of style, not boring like all the other agents here. Some might say I’m a little extra or over the top. Black heels, black jeans, a black shirt, with a dark red leather jacket. That’s my typical look. I look at the desk in front of me, standing as straight as possible. Why am I so nervous?
“ Captain Killer Sir.” I say as sternly as I can. “You need to speak to me?”
“Agent Kennedy, please have a seat.” He replies without looking up. I look down at the chair, noticing the amazing black, white, and gold marble floor. Stunning. I sit down in the seat, putting my back right against the chair.
“ I have an extremely important mission for you, agent.” Killer smiles. What? This is why he called me here? To tell me about my mission?
“As you know there is a huge war going on right now. We just got intel that there is a ball at the castle in Aragonia.” I haven’t been to Aragonia since the war first hit, and that was about 15 years ago.
“ For the mission you and Agent Knox are-” I can’t stand that name. Knox is my rival, and I hate him with every bone in my body. I stand up and raise my voice, yelling.
“Agent Knox?! Are you kidding me! You know we don’t get along!” I look down, realizing how much trouble I’m in now. “ You do not raise your voice at me, agent!” I stand there feeling hopeless. I hate Knox. Captain knows that.
“ Take a seat. Now.” Killer barks through clenched teeth.
“ Yes sir. I apologize. Please continue” I whisper. I sit down, bracing myself for this so-called important mission I have to do with Knox. Whatever it is, I am no longer excited. Killer continues explaining the plan to me, and I dread every second of it.
“In conclusion, you and Agent Knox will begin tomorrow, getting on the train before it leaves.” I look at him, standing up and nodding “ Yes sir.”
I walk out of his office angry. Why would Killer do this? He tried using the excuse that Knox and I are his best agents, we both know there are several agents like us. One’s who would work together better.
As I walk down the hall, I pass several statues of the past captains of the agency. I stop at one specifically before I continue. I look at the golden nameplate below the strong figure. Captain Xerxes Astro Andino. I miss him. He took me in when I was little and alone on the streets of Aragonia. I was scared, not knowing what to do. He was my best friend, even though he was years and years older. I saw him as a dad. He raised me to how I am today.
Xerxes always told me about Xilaos. He grew up there. I’d always beg him and beg him to take me there. It sounded like the most amazing country ever. My goal for when this war is over is to go there. Go to each and every place he told me about. I look at the statue one last time and smile. “Wish me luck Xerxes.” I whisper and walk away from the identical representation of my best friend. The guy who seemed like my father growing up.
