Tris POV

I had my back against the wall. The loud noises of bullets being fired from there guns echoed around the empty street. My client, a young teenage girl, -who happened to be the same age as me- was visibly trembling beside me.

I had evacuated her from her school roughly fifteen minutes ago. we had been running flat out for the past ten, and we were both tired. We still had roughly half a kilometre till we got to the 'objective'.

My goal was to get her out of here without her getting shot. Simple, right?

My client peered over the wall but I quickly leaned forwards and pushed her head down into cover, just as a bullet whizzed an inch over her head and slammed into the brickwork of the house we we facing.

"Are you trying to die?" I whispered loudly at her.

"Not particularly." She replied.

"Then stay down." I ordered. "I'm calling for back-up."

I lifted a hand up to the earpiece in my right ear, pushed a button on it down, and yelled into it. "X-Ray this is Tango, we need back-up right now!"

I waited from what seemed like minutes, before the earpiece crackled into life.

"Roger that Tango. We are on our way. ETA two minutes." Lynn, a top bodyguard, said down the line.

There was now way I could last another two minutes. My enemies were closing in. Fast. I had nothing to defend myself: no gun or knife. I only had my martial art skills, but I'm sure they would shoot me before I got a centimetre out of cover. The two of them were coming at us from the sides, and the slow wall we were taking cover from could only protect us from frontal shots.

I decided we had to move. It was going to be another sprint, as there was no cover other than across the street.

I ushered my client forward, towards the end of the wall. I shuffled next to her and got into a crouch. She immediately followed.

I switched sides with her, so if anyone was going to get shot it was me. She stuck her head out, and would've gotten shot if I didn't push her head down again.

"You're making this way more difficult than it should be Marlene!" I barked "Sorry," Marlene said gently. "But I'm supposed to be panicking. Boss' orders."

I mentally face-palmed.

"And, I think you should jump instead of run, because I'm taller than you."

I turn my head and glare. Marlene puts her hands up in a mock surrender. "I was just saying."

I sighed and told her we would start running on the count of three. I put three fingers up.

I took one down...

Then another...

And then... The final one.

And we started running.

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We dove into cover just as a paintball splatted on the pavement, turning a small patch of it a bright orange.

We would be safe from any paintballs for now, and Marlene seemed unharmed. There was only half a minute left until back-up arrived, and I could here my enemy's boots clumping on the road, with the noise getting louder by the second.

A pink paintball exploded about a metre from our position and Marlene fake-jumped at my side. I looked across the street and saw our two persuers standing across the street, their guns aimed at us.

From where they were they could easily shoot Marlene and then I would fail.

I heard the screeching of tyres before the actual van came into view. It came to a halt in front of us and the door slid open revealing Lynn.

"Get in!" She yelled.

Marlene stood up and practically threw herself inside. I followed just afterwards. The sound of paintballs hitting off the van stopped after Lynn gave the 'bad guys' outside a thumbs up.

We all got out of the car -us, being Marlene, Lynn, Shauna (Lynn's sis) and I- and met up with the others, before the leader of this bodyguard squadron, Lauren came over.

"Good work today guys." She said. "Everyone play their roles well. The shooters did exceptionally well in this training exercise." Lauren looked towards me and I could tell she had a large list of the mistakes I had made. "However, Tris, you failed to protect your client, and failed."

Uriah, -another bodyguard, and one of the shooters- chuckled triumphantly before dragging Marlene over and pulling her hair away from her neck to reveal a pitch black splodge that really stood out against her pearly white skin.

Lauren smirked before dismissing us, for us all to go back to our rooms, to hang out or to train further.

Once Lauren was out of sight and earshot I turned towards Marlene.

"Why didn't you tell me you had been shot?" I asked angrily.

"You were already stressed over the situation. I didn't want to stress you more." Marlene said plainly, her light foreign accent showing through.

Quite a few of the squad were foreign. The Pedrad brothers were from Spain, Will was from Wales, Marlene was from Scotland and Christina was born in Africa but was raised in America, while the rest of us were American.

"Although, I wish you did take the shot. It was sore."

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It was dinner a few hours later. We gathered inside the dining hall and sat at our usual table.

Halfway through dinner, and a food fight going on between all of us, Lauren 'invited' me to her office.

Lauren's office was a total mess. There was paperwork scattered all over the floor and on top of the mahogany desk. A computer and pencil pot was also on the desk, but it seemed they were hardly used.

The room smelled of a flowery perfume, and no doubt Lauren had a bottle of it in one of the drawers in the desk.

"Someone has asked for our service." She says. "And I, somehow, think you are the person for the job."

A million questions spring into my head. Who is it? Why is Lauren choosing me?

" You will be protecting Four, a famous actor and singer. You will be protecting him at all hours, without appearing obvious as a bodyguard."

"When do I start?" I ask, trying to sound eager.

"In two days." When she stops speaking she gestures for me to leave.

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~Imagine