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Agent 13 (Book 1) By Quidam13 Characters: 11459

Updated: 2018-05-08 16:40


Thirteen's POV

"Focus. Keep your eyes on your opponent, calculate their next move." I command to the sweating, panting boy on the floor in front of me. Seriously Jason we've only been at this for an hour.

I seriously don't think he'd last in a fight.

He staggers to his feet slowly and takes a swing at me...I dodge effortlessly.

It's official...he'd die.

"How is this easy for you?" he asks as he bends over placing his hands on his knees and giving me a look of surprise. "You haven't even broken a sweat!" he shouts.

"Good to know your eyes are in proper working order." Sarcasm dripping off my every word. "Now come on let's go again. Remember, focus and watch me." I say again. He groans.

"Hey you're the one who asked me to help train you, and as your 'coach' I'm going to give you some helpful pointers" I pause, "Your foot work is sloppy, the power behind your swings is pathetic, your reflexes are defective, and your endurance sucks." I state seriously while giving him an innocent look.

In truth, everything I just told him is complete BS but...I'm trying to give him some motivation to keep going and in my experience, making another agent angry always seems to do the trick. For some reason other agents don't appreciate being told off by fellow agents, if it's a superior great, if it's another agent...you might get shot. Luckily for me I made sure all weapons were left inside.

He face darkens and again he begins to swing at me, this time with more energy than before. We continue to dodge and swing at each other with me winning.

Now from my experience anger can do one of two things, A) cloud your judgment and make you lose focus, or B) motivate you and help you perform better. For Jason it's the latter.

He pulls his arm back to swing and I move my arm up to block it while at the same time bringing my knee up into his stomach causing him to double over in pain. He throws his foot out in an effort to trip me but I dodge easily and deliver a right upper cut into his chin. He staggers back but doesn't fall. Suddenly there's clapping to my left. I turn to face Devin sitting on the grass about six yards from us stuffing his face with popcorn.

"This isn't a TV show you can watch whenever you darn well please." He is so weird.

"No you're right...this is better!" he shouts back gleefully.

"He's got a few screws loose." Jason murmurs quietly so only I can hear.

"Really? What was the give away?"

"I can hear both of you." Devin snaps while grabbing a fist full of popcorn and chucking it at us...only it landed several yards away. Jason starts laughing.

"Is that the best you got?" I watch Devin slide a throwing knife out of his pocket, aiming it straight for Jason who happens to be leaning against a tree, still laughing hysterically. Typical.

The knife soars gracefully through the air and only now does Jason see it. I let out a sigh as I reach my hand out and grab the knife by the blade, stopping it mere centimeters away from Jason's face...he audibly gulps, before calming down and yelling at Devin.

"What the hell! You could have killed me!" he roars in anger and begins to advance on Devin who throws his bowl of popcorn in his way.

Great idea Devin, that'll slow him down...not.

I twirl the knife in my hand, making it dance across my fingers as Cody and Chase exit the house and come into the backyard to see what all the commotion is.

only to see that the hallways are completely covered in flames. I run back into the room and throw open the window. Thank goodness it's only a two story drop or I would be screwed.

I throw the bag down first before jumping after it, landing gracefully on my feet. I pick up my bag and put distance between myself and the burning house. I turn around to stare at the house.

You boys better have gotten out.

I start to run to make my way to the front of the house when I hear voices, and they aren't the boys. I jump behind a set of trash cans placing the duffle bag down silently beside me.

"I'm not going to ask you again" a familiar voice drawls "where is she?" by she I'm assuming he meant me, but that's just a guess.

"How the hell am I supposed to know I thought she was in the house that you guys so stupidly burned down. Now the firemen and the police are on their way. Amateurs." Devin scoffs. A gun is pressed into the back of his head. "Do you really think you scare me? I've been hanging out with Thirteen these past few days and she's terrifying when she's angry." He fakes a horrified look. Gee thanks Devin.

Just wait till I get my hands on you.

"Shut up Devin." Chase mutters. Thank you Chase, at least someone makes sense here.

"I'll ask you again, where is Thirteen?" He questions. I slide out from behind the trash cans and quietly make my way closer so I can have clearer view rather than looking through a crack in the dumpsters. I duck behind a car parked on the street and shove the duffle bag under it before peeking around the front.

There are twelve men on the sidewalk facing Jason, Cody, Devin, and Chase who happen to have their wrists handcuffed behind their backs, with a gun pressed against the backs of their heads. Not to mention the other eight men in the streets near the cars.

Totally the greatest agents in the agency without a shadow of a doubt...note sarcasm.

I can't help but roll my eyes at their predicament. I can't help it if I'm the brains and they're the brawns. Not my fault...though Cody will find some way to blame me for this just cause I hung him from a tree...again not my fault.

I quietly unzip the bag and pull out my dagger, a gun, and ten throwing knives. Twenty against one...this should be fun.

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