Chapter 1: I Recruit a Chick- Luke POV

I was walking up to Command Center to talk to the Director about my upcoming mission on this very eventful day. First off, let me introduce myself. My name is Jack Brewer, 21 years old, CIA undercover agent, the best, if I say so myself. I have been working in the field for 3 years now and I discovered by the Director and trained to become a lethal agent. I have never failed a single mission.

Until now.

As I entered through the door of the center, my heart filled with pride and I held my head high as the staff congratulated me on my last very successful mission. I entered and saw my good friend Rudy a.k.a the Director of the CIA, sitting at his desk, studying a file. He was accompanied by the brains of the CIA operations, Milton Krupnick. "Ah, my number one agent, Jack Brewer," He said. "Congrats on your last mission, by the way."

"Thanks man," I said. "I'm just glad to be back home, enjoying my vacation." I saw Milton's face turn sour as I uttered those words.

"Yes, well about that, I am so sorry Jack but unfortunately, we have to cut your vacation short." "There is one job that I need you to do and it is very important do you understand?" I was a bit bummed about my vacation ending so soon, but I was ready for whatever Rudy wanted me to do. "I am recruiting a new agent." "She your age and I need you to bring her to me." "She possesses skills that are equal to some of our strongest agents."

"WHAT!?" I yelled. "YOU WANT ME TO BE A CHAFFUER FOR A RANDOM GIRL THAT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT THE ORGANIZATION?"

"Jack, calm down." "She will be a very important asset to many missions once we train her." "She may even accompany you, if she reaches to that level," Milton said in an attempt to assure me of this mission's importance.

"Okay, whatever, but just this once."

"Yes, of course." "Here is her file."

I opened up the folder to see a picture and a portfolio of this girl. To tell you the truth, she was very attractive. She was tall, with a lean body and long tan legs. She looked very athletic and tough, but sweet and happy. She had long silky blond hair, and dazzling hazel eyes that shone like the sun. In the picture, she was wearing a tank top and shorts up to her mid thighs with combat boots. If that was kick-ass hot, I don't know what it was. I looked at her portfolio. Her name was Kimberly Crawford. She lived in Seaford, LA. She lived by herself and was a waitress at a café. Her combat specialties were knives and hand-to-hand. The last piece of information was that she was orphaned, just like me.

"Okay, when do I leave?" I asked.

"Now," said Rudy as he narrowed his eyes toward me. I ran as fast as I could, away from the center. I rushed into my quarters and packed for my mission. "All this trouble, for one girl," I thought to myself. Climbing into my silver Ferrari, I sped off to the heart of New York City.

After, waiting for two long hours in traffic. I finally found the place. "Eddie's Diner," I thought to myself. "What a charmer." This was the place she worked at? Wow, she must be desperate. The café had definitely been through hell over the years. There were holes and graffiti on the walls, and the place around it looked like a junkyard. Suddenly I heard a voice.

"Eddie, I'm leaving, see you later," a girl's voice yelled. I looked back at the café and saw my target. She was wearing skinny jeans, a sweater and she had her hair in a braid. She walked out of the shop and started to go down the pathway. So naturally, I began following her in my car. As she walked down the pathway, she became suspicious that someone was following her. But just in time, I parked the car so she wouldn't figure out. As she slowly turned back around, I got out of the car and followed her to the dark alleyway that she was crossing. Then, I did the stupidest thing an agent could do. Boldly, I stepped up and called her name.

"Kimberly Crawford, you are going to have to come with me." She stopped abruptly and turned around.

"Who the hell are you?" she called back in alarm.

"Jack Brewer, secret agent for the CIA, you have been recruited for a top secret program. " "You are going to have to come with me," I said again. How the hell was this chick not understanding me! Just then, she scoffed. "Yeah, sure, and I'm Oprah," she said. "Look, whoever you are, stop stalking me or I will hurt you." She glared and started to turn around.

"I was afraid you would act like this." I yelled back. "I have no other choice but to take you by force." I grabbed her shoulders and she suddenly, kicked me right in my ribs. I swung at her but she dodged just in time to kick my side. I fell down in shock. Fortunately, that gave me time to think on how to use her attacks against her. I started to get up, my ribs aching painfully. Man, she had a mean kick! When I fully recovered, I kicked her as she stepped to the side and tried to punch me, but just then I caught the upper hand and gave her an arm lock. I quickly took out a gas sheet and put it to her face. Suddenly the struggling stopped and she fell unconscious into my arms. I picked her up bridal style along with her belonging as put her into my car. We sped along back to headquarters. My sides still hurt for the kicks. I realized her fighting technique was amazing. She was definitely good at combat. I wondered about her other skills. I looked back at the unconscious lump in the back. I had truly not wanted to drug her, but seeing there was no other way, I panicked and went with it. I was silently praying that she would not wake up fully before reaching head quarters. Just then I heard a small stirring and a whimper as we passed through the gates of HQ. I picked up the sleeping beauty and took her to the infirmary, set her down on a bed, and walked out.