The next day came round slowly. I was awoken by the alarm beside me, it stated 9.00am. I was home. In my own bed. Not hotels. Mine. I looked around for an explanation but one never came, the room was tidy as always my clothes I wore the previous day where spread across the chair nearest the door.

I laid in my bed with just my boxers on. Someone had brought me home and undressed me. They had came into this house and left me. Who had brought me home? Had yesterday really happened? Were my Mum and sister really dead?

I jumped up and rang along the corridor to meet them. Not my Mum and sister. But Mr House and Lisa, deep in conversation they hadn't realised me coming.

I hid around the corner straining to listen to them talking.
"You really think he is able to achieve this goal?"

"Yes I do Lisa, I think he is more than capable you worry too much"

"Mr House, he is only a child?"
I moved round the corner. I walked heavily making sure they could hear me, they turned. Face screwed up in shock. They glanced at each other to make sure they knew what they were talking about was finished.

"Talking about me now where you? What complications do you think I would come across?"

"Nothing it was just Lisa being stupid, don't worry yourself."

How couldn't I worry? It wasn't like I could go and see my Mum anytime soon. I couldn't go running to my sister when something bad happens. They weren't there anymore. I was alone. I was expected to fight for myself and aid myself; I was actually expected to fight for everyone and kill this 'man' who killed my Mum and sister.

Walking down the stairs, that were covered in photo's of my Mum and sister was hard. Sarah in her university gown, she had done well for herself. She had came out of college with straight. Extremely clever, then there was my Mum. Standing holding her letter for her CBE and OBE next to the Queen, she had done well. She had made her company the best in the UK. What was going to happen to her business? I couldn't run it.

"Who'll look after my Mums business Lisa?"

"That has been sorted; Seth McFarlane is currently the Chief Executive and will be up until your 18th birthday were you will take over, that's if you want to? "

I smiled. I could be running my Mums business, but I was happy that someone was in charge, I wouldn't want my Mum's life ambition to be shut down. But would I want to run it? Was that the course I was supposed to take?

A knock rapped at my bedroom door. I climbed out of bed with heavy eyes and a snotty nose. I wasn't feeling too well, I had stayed up most of the night reading the briefing for the training I was about to take.

I was in for so much fun.

I opened the oak door, Lisa stood there with clothes piled up in her arms. It had been nearly a month since the death of my Mum and sister.

"I tell you what James I will be glad to stop washing all your dirty clothes, you stink the washing room out."

"Thanks Lisa. Erm I have something I need to ask you. You know this basic training is there any pointers you can give me?"

"Well the training I did was easier because criminal's will try to crack the children for information a lot more violently than they would if it was a adult. But I do have one tip, your accommodation is across from the adult trainees, the adult's trainee's accommodation is across from the food store. Now the adults get trained on how to unlock locks from the first week, use don't get trained until phase two. So my tip is to befriend one of the tough adults and get them to raid the food store share it with your fellow trainee's and you will be in the good books with everyone okay?"

"Gotcha" I replied.

"Right, now I have washed all the clothes you need for training. I went and bought you some new boots last night, they will need wearing so you can break them in. I have packed your bag for you. I have kept everything to the minimum because the person with the heaviest bag has to go running around the whole base. After every exercise make sure you wash everything you're wearing, and if that means getting naked you get naked. If you're sent on a mission and you're by yourself there won't be time to get them dry cleaned."

I looked up, realising how hard this training was going to be.

After I had got a shower and ate my breakfast it was time to have my last counselling session with Mr House. I had been having them since the incedent over a month ago.

"Now I realise you start your training tomorrow, if at any point during you need to talk or you are feeling emotionally upset, either speak to one of your team mates you are close too or phone me. Now the instructor is very strict however I will phone him tonight and explain the situation if at any point he gives you a hard time and won't let you phone then go over to the trainer for the adults and she will most definitely let you phone, is that understood?"

"Yes Mr House" I groaned back.

"Now have been having any nightmares about it or are you still not feeling anything?"

"Well of course I am still upset. It was my mother and sister. When I think about them I cry, but I have to move on, I can't dwell on it for the rest of my life otherwise I won't accomplish anything will I? And I'm sure this is what my Mum would have wanted."

"Well, I am happy about your feelings, it is good you seem to be handling them well, so I will call it the end of the this session and remember phone me if you need me. Good Luck James."

He stood up, wiping his pinstriped suit down, he was such a perfectionist he only had a crumb on it. But I guess presentation was everything right? That's why I had all my clothes ironed for the basic training tomorrow. Mr House sauntered out of the front room along to the front door, he turned and bowed his head and left slamming the door shut.

Lisa came stumbling in holding a tray of biscuits and tea. She looked around startled and confused.

"Has he gone?"

"Yes he said I was fine and to ring him if there was any problems"

"Ah okay, he was fast I didn't even have time to give him his tea and biscuits. So how are you feeling about tomorrow?"

"Excited I guess. I just don't want the other trainee's to be pricks"

"You have nothing to worry about there. We don't employ any stuck up people into the business and I checked the files on the children we have employed they all seem smashing"

I smiled. But for some reason I didn't feel like I should be smiling. Leaving this house was making it final. I wouldn't be returning until I was old enough to own it. I didn't want to make it final. I couldn't.