It started out as just another experiment, but what they ended up with was me. A simple tissue switch, added muscular fitness, and injected with some new anabolic steroid. Coupled with a revolutionary new technique and approach to intelligence and learning, it brought me to life.
Before this, I was moderate at best. Simple, plain, dull. It hurt me to be in such as state. So, I enrolled myself in this new program, and I saw the change from the minute it started.
I thought faster, moved faster, began to think in different ways. It was exciting, intoxicating, and fun. I spent days just figuring out what made me work. I spent nameless hours figuring out what I could do and create. Then the work began. What they had failed to mention at the start was what they were creating.
Spies. Soldiers. People who could penetrate the Pentagon with a look.
And they succeeded.
My strength was intoxicating. My ability to focus and learn astounding. My very personality changed. I felt in charge, powerful…. Sexy.
The first soldiers were choppy, indecisive individuals, some worse off after the treatment. But the establishment learned from these first few, shifting and altering their program until they had ironed out all of the kinks. Unlike other organizations that bred children for their work, our organization realized the benefits of having full grown, knowledgeable, stable adults to carry out orders. My team consisted of two other males, Adrian and Lex. They went through the program with me; they were submitted to the same test, experiments, and ideas.
We were the best.
"You're next target is Max Lenenberg. CIA director or 12 years. But we have our own ideas on how to run the CIA and we plan to implement them. Mr. Lenenberg had security around his house at all times, Nina. That's your job. Lex, Adrian, infiltrate through the side windows."
How I hated being left of the action. I'd take out the secutiry, alright. And anyone else who stood between me and the action. Too bad for Adrian. He loved the spotlight in these cases.
"Lex- make sure there is no evidence." His gray eyes looked up from his paperwork, his busy hands stopping for once. "No video tape left, no prints, no nothing."
Double-negative. How I wanted to correct him.
"You leave tonight. Be ready."
There was nothing to be ready for. I had done this a million times before. Seriously. The only thing bouncing around in my stomach was the need for food. And sex. But that was honestly too far out of the question. At the moment.
So, I found exactly what I needed. Leather skirt, not so obviously hiding the pistol strapped to my inner thigh, and a low rise shirt that made me look like a hooker. I honestly debated taking the bull whip, but the insecure officers of the night shift always counted sheep.
I walked down the long driveway as if I owned it. Swinging my hips side to side, my shoulders swaying a bit to show off my nicely shaped chest. This was my favorite part. Surprise some middle-aged man dressed up to look like a donut-eating uniform.
It took me a second to scandalously reach down for my gun and two more to open the gates and windows for my brothers.
I didn't waste any time. From the looks of it, someone had leaked information. Gunfire rang into the cold, still night, shattering my wishes for an early night to bed. Adrian would need a hand.
Author's Note: Hey guys! I would love it if you reviewed! The next chapter will get interesting! Let's see, hot guys, sexy women, and some old fat man that you'll love to see dead! Anyway, please read and review. I'll update as soon as I get it typed.