A/N:
Here is this story revamped. I hope you enjoy it and review after each chapter :)
DICLAIMER: I do not own CHERUB unfortunately but I do own Dakota
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Dakota's P.O.V
I stay crouched inside the crate; my breathing comes out in short gasps. Footsteps move around me gruff voices joining them.
"Where is she? That little kid can't get away! She heard all of the plans!" one of them hisses.
"Not sure, she was here a minute ago" another says.
I cringe as someone walks ever so close to my hiding place. I know I only have to wait this out a little while longer. Ewart Asker was bringing back up. I try steadying my breathing, calming myself. Except as I breath in the dust coming up in clouds around me makes me sneeze.
My muscles tensed as the lid above me slides away from its place. The glare of the torch hurts my eyes as I spring out of my hiding place. My months of training kick in; I take down the man closest to me with a punch in the face and kick to his stomach. He crumples to the ground. I spin round and survey my surroundings nine men are still standing all nine guns point in my direction.
I drop to the ground in an instant as shots fly over my head, I sneak back around the many different crates scattering the warehouse.
I grab a rusty pipe, and bring it down on the bleary eyed man before me. He collapses unconscious. The rest of the ten men come towards me guns pointed at me.
"You move. We shoot, little girl" the man closest to me says in broken English.
"Of course" I say smiling sweetly at him, while I look out an escape route. As one of his men come towards me, rope already taught in his hands. I lift my hands out before me. Standing silently not moving.
"Don't move" he growls.
"I don't think you should worry about that" I say, as the rope gets wrapped around my wrists. The man had only got the rope wound round once, when I spin him around. Slipping the rope around his throat and tightening, blocking his airway.
"Shoot me? He's dead" I say. The leader, I guess is the bulky man with long straggly blonde hair and the rifle in his hands which points directly at me. Stay calm I remind myself.
"I don't care..." he says pointing the gun at his accomplice -the man I am strangling. I push him forwards as the leader pulls the trigger. I grab a gun off one of the unconscious men, and aim it at the leader. I shoot, without hesitating. The leader drops to the floor as blood flows out of the open wound and onto the concrete floor. Five down, five to go I think. Everything goes chaotic now that their leader is bleeding on the floor.
I take their disorganization to my advantage, taking them down one by one with the element of surprise still on my side before it runs out. I run up to one man and do a perfect round house kick which sends him to the floor; I pick up his gun and use the end to smash it into his face. Another rather overweight man with tattoos all up his arm comes towards me knife held out. I back up slowly and soon enough my back is against the cool corrugated iron of the warehouse. The blade glints in the faint light as he lunges towards me; I pull the trigger as the blade grazes my arm.
I don't stop shooting until the rest of the men fall to the ground; there blood soon covers the dusty concrete of the floor. I drop the gun to the ground and stare at the ten men I have just killed. Bile rises in the back of my throat and I run towards one of the empty crates and I empty my stomachs contents into it. After retching for a while I collapse to the ground and rest my back against the crate. What had I done? I know they aren't innocent but they are people with lives, maybe even a family? I turn back around and vomit again until nothing else can leave my stomach, my throat burns from the acid and I rest my head on my knees as tears well in my eyes. The door to my left bursts open.
"Dakota!" Ewart gasps running into the warehouse, closely followed by at least five men dressed in special ops clothes carrying snipers.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and take a deep breath, letting the mask I have perfected cover my true feelings. "Hey, you took your time." I say walking over to where he is standing.
"Did you take down all those men?" he asks staring around the room. I nod handing him a tiny tape recorder "Evidence?"
"Yep." I say, as I followed him out into the warm summer night. I close my eyes momentarily basking in the warmth.
"Here let me quickly bandage that wound." He says reaching into the boot of a low black car to produce a medical bag. "Are you really okay? Killing people isn't easy."
I nod not wanting the reminder of what I had just done.
"Now we need to get you back to CHERUB." he whispers leading me towards the back seat, I collapse happily into the soft leather and close my eyes.
During the drive back to CHERUB, I couldn't help but fall into an uneasy sleep of bulky men pointing guns at me.
It felt that as soon as I had closed my eyes I was being woken up again by Ewart shaking me. "Hhmm...?" I mumble slowly opening my eyes.
"We're back." Ewart says, I crawl out of the car. Staggering towards the main building, I am grateful for the lift. Which takes me straight to my room, I don't even bother to check on any of my friends all I can think about is sleep and nothing but it. As I unlock the familiar door, I fall onto my bed and close my eyes for the final time that night.
I wake up to a tutting, I peek out of one eye to see Kerry on crutches before me. "Wakey, wakey!" she says poking me with one of the crutches.
I sit up. "How's your knee?" I ask glancing at the lump of bandage jutting out from her leg. She sighs slumping down on my office chair.
"This flipping thing, as got me stranded in the junior building for another few months. Until it has healed and I can get on the next Basic Training."
"It will be healed by then...I wonder who will be new?" I muse thinking back to the first time I stepped onto CHERUB campus, how strange it had been...
"Yes! Enough about me how was your first ever mission! Is it true you took down ten men with guns?" Kerry asks twirling around on my chair.
"It was good, and yes I took down ten men with the help of a gun." I say smiling sadly.
"Well do you want to come down to breakfast?" she asks getting up to her crutches.
"Sure." I say quickly changing into my grey shirt and cargo shorts.
We are almost at the dining hall when we are side stepped by Ewart. "Mac wants to see you Dakota" he says, Kerry groans and hobbles off to the dining hall. While I follow Ewart towards Mac's office.
I look down at my black shirt resting delicately in my hands; I realize I am the first ever ten year old to have this in my possession.
"Why did I earn it?" I ask Mac.
He smiles down at me "Because you deserved it"
"Yes but shouldn't I have gotten a Navy?" I ask not taking my eyes off the black fabric.
"You don't want it?" Mac asks raising his bushy eyebrows.
"No of course not! I love it but..." I trail off, speechless.
"You did extremely well, taking down ten fully grown men. With guns may I just add" he says, smiling knowingly. I blush at the comment.
"Well..." I say.
"How do you feel?" he asks.
"Fine." I say.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." I say firmly.
"Okay, why don't you go along and tell your friends." he says.
I go back to my room and put on my fresh new t-shirt before heading down to the dining hall. As I step into the queue for the food, I can feel everyone's eyes on me. I try hiding behind my crooked short hair, which ultimately fails miserably. I should not have cut it myself in Basic Training. I rush over to where my friends are seated. Their faces are all mirrors of each other, their chins hitting the table.
"You got a fricking black shirt!" Bruce exclaims regaining his composure before everyone else around him.
"Yeah..." I say trailing off, unsure of what to do.
"Does this mean you are the first ever black shirt?" Bruce asks his eyes still shining with shock, I nod in response "Wow..."
"Well done Dakota!" Kerry says reaching over and giving me an awkward hug. After that everyone managed to find their voices and congratulate me.
I walk into the Mission Control room, where Ewart is seated behind a dull desk. A thick pile of paper before him "I know you have only got back, but there is a mission in Russia. With Amy Collins, it starts in two weeks." Ewart says as I sat down on one of the scruffy chairs, that's when I realize Amy is sitting in the seat beside me. She is a fifteen year old black shirt who is friendly to everyone on campus.
"Hey" she says stretching her hand out.
I shake it "Hi"
A/N:
I hope you enjoyed that. I have redone this chapter as I am going to do for the rest of them, I hope it sounds better. I may even redo the whole story again better with more detail.
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