Chapter 2

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JUNE 9, 2006

3RD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

Miriana jogged ten miles on the inside of the walls of the headquarters, and finished in an hour and fifteen minutes. When she was finished, she went back to the training room and practiced throwing punches at a dummy for hours. This had become routine ever since she had stopped playing and talking to Matt two years ago. Since she had no one to have fun with she just trained, and trained, and trained, until she was the best. Since those higher on the social totem pole had to do paperwork and other meetings and such, they had little to no time to have extra practice on their fighting skills, whereas Miri had too much time. She honestly had no friends. Matt was the only person that the Council of Generals had let her interact with, and he now had to much on his plate to spend any time with Miri. So now, she was lonely.

MIRI MEYER'S PIONT OF VIEW

I punched the dummy over and over until I felt like I had had enough practice. On my way to the knife throwing station, I thought about my life right now. I had no friends. No family. No body. She frowned. Miri had promised herself that she wouldn't let her mind onto this topic, since it normally made her feel lonely. At least when she had lived with her Dad, she had him. But now she didn't even have a sibling to talk to. If before she had wanted a playmate, now she would die for one.

She made the decision. Miri stalked off towards Elijah's office with a purpose. She would ask him today. She would.

Opening the door, she saw that Elijah was concentrating on the paper work in front of him. When he didn't look up as she entered and sat in the chair facing his desk, she spoke.

"Elijah, I want a friend." 'Friend' seemed to be a more sophisticated term then 'playmate' so she used it. This caught his attention.

"A friend? What about Matt? You guys are friends. And what about me? I'm your friend. And your trainer, Jerry. Or any of the instructors that you talk to. Do you not consider them friends?" He wrote something on the paper in front of him, telling me that his full attention was not on me.

"Yes, I suppose that they are friends, but that isn't the point. I want someone to play with, Elijah. I'm really lonely right now." I confessed. He looked up from his paper to lean on the table with his elbows.

"How about this. I'll arrange a mission for you with someone else, and if you decide that you enjoy that person, then you can claim them as your partner. Deal?"

"Okay!" I jumped up.

"Thank-you, Elijah." I smiled and left his office. As she was walking down the hallway, she pondered why she couldn't just have a friend, that it had to be assigned to her. Everyone else had friends. At group lessons that she watched from a bench, boys and girls seemed to congregate together in groups. They teased each other like friends, and acted like friends. I'm sure that they weren't assigned.

When I was at my rooms, I realized that I hadn't asked him when I would be assigned this mission. Poop. That means that I would have to be patient and wait it out. Ugh. I plumped down on my bed and closed my eyes. Sleep these days had become more exciting then her day to day life.

DAMON SALVATORE'S POINT OF VIEW:

I sat in the chair in front of my Director. His eyes were beady, and darted across the room. He looked nervous. That was probably a side effect of all of the work in Syria that he had done undercover. The little eyes centered in on me.

"Now, son, you know why you are here, correct?" He spoke with a slight country accent that must have stood out in Syria. No wonder he was so nervous.

I actually did know why I was here. I had been caught ounce again having sex with a female co-agent. Whoops. But I never really got into too much trouble. Only a simple scolding and a warning. Only the warnings never escalated from 'Don't let me catch you doing this again, son'. It wasn't my fault that women naturally threw themselves at me. I smirked think of the one I got busted with this time.

EARLIER THAT DAY

She was a new recruit to the NCOA in New York, and she was in my training group of 18 year olds, to see how intense the work really is. The had blond hair, and narrowly arched eyebrows that only enhanced the picture of pampering that she had gotten. She nibbled seductively at her perfectly mainicured nails as she locked her blue eyes on me, un-bashfully. I really did have a thing for blue eyes. I enjoyed the sex more if the girl had the eye color.

As the lesson ended, I walked over to her. We flirted for a while, and we ended up undressing ourselves in the girls bathroom. She giggled as I kissed her naval.

I had figured that this was the best place to do it if not at home because, there were almost no girls that were apart of the NCOA, and any that were involved, I had already done. So seeing me on the floor naked wouldn't send them screaming to the big boss. Apparently I was wrong, though. Me and the new girl, who I think told me her mane was Caroline Forbes, had been on the floor for a while when the bathroom door busted open.

The man blinked a couple of times and looked away disgusted.

"Really, Damon? Oh that's just- That's just wrong." Oh wow. My director stood in the thresh hold of the bathroom. He averted his eyes to the wall, a disgusted expression marring his face.

"Director Mathews. What are you doing in the girls bathroom?" I asked as I dressed my self. Caroline beside me just stayed nude, and pouted at the sudden stop in our 'heated moment'.

"This is the men's bathroom, Damon." Oh. I must have brought her to the wrong bathroom. Whoops. Oh well.

"Why don't you come with me, Damon." He said with a serious face. "Ms. Forbes, you can escort yourself back to your house." I got up, but i was only wearing my boxers because I had only started re-dressing myself. "Once you've redressed yourself, Damon." He said as an after thought. I smirked.

PRESENT TIME

"So I think that some time with the finest of the NCOA will do you good." The director said. Wait- What? Where was I going? I wasn't paying attention, only reminiscing about my sex with Caroline.

"I'm sorry sir?" I asked. Director Mathews sighed.

"Damon, you have to many rule violations. Most are being caught with a co-agent under certain circumstances, others are being late to lessons, most caused by the first violation, and other infringements that are minor. But Damon, remember what I said last time I caught you having sex with a fellow agent on our bases campus?"

"You said not to let you find me with a co-agent naked again."I recited. "But, let's be honest here, sir. Do you think that moving me to another base will make me not have sex with woman?" I asked.

"Yes, I do, Damon. Because this isn't just another base. This is the NCOA's headquarters. Known to have the best of the best." He stated proudly.

"Sir, you've said so your self, I'm am one of the best. Putting me with others will not help me in the slightest." I reasoned with him. I really didn't want to have a total restart. I had friends here, man! Tyler was a dick, but he was like a second brother to me, and Jeremy was a friend also. And moving at all could bring me closer to my actual brother, and that is not something that I will allow anytime soon.

"This is not a decision that you get a say in, Damon. Case closed. Your going to our headquarters."

"But sir-" I started to protest but I was cut off.

"Case closed, Damon." The director said more forcefully.

DIRECTOR MATHEWS' POINT OF VIEW

The fact that Damon had broken the no sex rule again was only a front of why I am really sending him. The head director, Elijah, had ordered me to send my best agent over there for a mission. He wouldn't go into much detail, but he didn't have to. Getting Damon off of my hands was a much greater thing then having to constantly deal with his rule-breaking.

Although Damon was my best operative, I was ordered to send him. I wonder why.

JUNE 10 2006

DAMON'S POINT OF VIEW:

I had to drive all the way to the NCOA headquarters in California for this. And I didn't even get any entertainment. I was ordered to go nonstop to California only pausing for gas and food. This left me with way to much time to think about my destination The headquarters was said to be the strictest of all of the bases, and the head Director is told to be the most strict of the all, which explains what I heard about his base. But the operatives that rain there are suppose to be the best of the best, the most skilled agents out there. I can't wait to see for myself.

I had arrived at the base and noticed the tall walls that surrounded the entire area. I was only let in because I passed an eye scan test. I was escorted by some officers to a door that was labeled- ELIJAH MIKEALSON: HEAD DIRECTOR OF THE NATIONAL COVERT OPERATIVES ASSOCIATION. Oh shit. I was really here, about to see the head of the entire association. The door opened and there sat a man, who appeared calm and collected, with midnight black hair and eyes that cut right through you. I could feel the sharpness of the stare, poking and prodding me as I walked up to his desk.

"Director, this is Damon Salvatore, the man that you requested from New York." An officer explained to to Elijah. There was a multitude of more officers meandering about this headquarters then I had ever seen in my entire training at the New York base.

Wait. Did he say requested? I thought that this was a punishment, not a formal demand of my presence.

"Yes, Thank-You officer Logan. That will be all." Elijah stated. His officers left the room.

"Damon Salvatore is it?" He looked up at me from the file that he had open at his desk. "Says here that you have had numerous rule infractions, all in the topic of affairs with female co-workers." A light smile played on the man's lips. Was he finding this amusing?

"Yes sir." I replied. Better play the good boy in the presence of the top-dog.

"So your quite the player, then?" His small smile had turned into more of a barely contained laughter. What about this was so funny? I nodded regardless.

"Sorry. Pardon my mocking. I actually called you here today because I have a special mission for you." A special mission? Was he legit? He just told me that he pictured me as a playboy as well as listed my misdemeanors and now he thinks that I am qualified for a special mission? Before I could question his proclamation, someone burst through the door.

It was a girl. She marched into the room, and I had barely a second to analyze her beauty before she began yelling.

"'LIJAH! Tell these officers that they are-" The girl said officers like it was something nasty, or disgusting. She was interrupted by an officer that ran in from behind her.

"Sir, she broke the no caffeinated products on headquarters. We were merely attempting to detain her so that she could be-" No caffeinated products on base? This was more strict then I had previously thought.

"But, 'Lijah, remember what you told me yesterday? You said that I was specifically allowed one Sprite per week!" The girl held up a finger to prove her point. The girl was jumping up and down now, a pouty expression on her face.

"I do recall allowing that, yes. You are excused, Officer Harret." Elijah waved with his hand as to brush of a fly. Once the officer left, and somewhat grudgingly I might add. He even glared at her as he retreated from the office. The girl, who I now saw as a blond, blue eyed, toned teenager, puffed out some air, and sat on the corner of Elijah's desk.

"Thanks, 'Lijah. That man isn't very nice." She might have gone on about the officer and how 'not very nice' he was, but she seemed to finally notice that I was in the room as well. Her mouth made an 'O' shape.

"Is this a new agent? I never get to meet agents!-" the girl was obviously very bubbly and excited. I wonder if she was an agent as well. She seemed extremely comfortable around Elijah and even called him 'Lijah instead of 'sir' or 'Director'.

"Miri. Could you give us a minute? And yes, he is a new agent." I wouldn't call myself new. New to this base, maybe, but not new to training. Hmph. But instead of the girl continuing quietly and leaving the room politely. She jumped off of the edge of the desk, and skipped around to the door.

"I'll be waiting in the hallway! You have 5 minutes! Starting NOW!" She giggled and closed the door behind her.

I gave Elijah a look, but he stared at where she had left, and I saw a look of happiness blink into his eyes. But as soon as the look of good came, it slipped away, and his cold, calculating stare returned.

"As I said before, I have a mission for you. And your partner will be Miri."

Today, I had a conversation with some friends and I thought of all of the vegetables and fruits that I like. My favorite fruit is the apple, and favorite vegetable is the potatoes. Your mission is to find, if you haven't already, your favorite fruit and vege. Tell me about it!

Hope that you guys liked this chapter! It was a little short, But I will be updating soon so I figured that the next chapter will be a new topic.

Should the next chapter be more of Damon's POV? 3rd person? Miri? Tell me what you guys want!

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