A/N: I meant to say Seth instead of Sean. Author's mistake. Hehe.
I peeked outside the window to look down at the ambulance. Seth, my psychotic ex-boyfriend, was being bandaged up before he was taken into the cop car. He looked up to where I was and I hid myself behind the curtains, going downstairs. It seems Seth was not over our breakup, even if it was a year ago. He went crazy after I broke it off. I reached downstairs and everywhere was a mess. The walls had dents and bullet holes, the shattered pieces of the vase.
"Harvey offered a place to stay with him," Rachel said as we both plopped down simultaneously on the couch.
"I think I'll stay behind."
"Why so?" she asks, running her fingers through her hair.
"I think you know what I mean," We both looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Besides, you and Harvey need some time to bond. I hardly see you two together."
"Thank you," She hugged me and we sat in silence. All of a sudden, we felt movement beneath the couch. There were sounds of crushing and we both shriek as the couch broke. I laughed along with Rachel as we got up, looking at the broken couch. It was slanted now and we were fine with it. The couch was old anyway.
Early morning, I got a call from Ben telling me to come to the headquarters quickly. I had to leave Rachel a note saying I won't be home till nighttime. My fingers tap along to the song on the radio as I parked my car in the designated area and got out.
Ben came running to me, panting with his tie hooked over his shoulder.
"Something's bad." He announced.
"Arthur died!" I announced happily.
"No, I wish." He ignored my sad face and continued, "someone hacked into our files and now has all our data, our agents and their real names." I locked my car and came inside the building with Ben.
"So now, if you're under the alias Piper, now you're known as Adrienne Dawes. The real you."
I groaned out loud, "that means-"
"Batman knows who you are."
"Crap," I muttered. I headed to my tiny office and opened the blinds to let some sunlight in. I gave a heavy sigh and sat down on my chair with my legs on the desk.
"I'm kidding with you, Adrienne. I only wanted to say Happy Birthday!" Ben yelled along with a few people popping out from nowhere. I started laughing and thanked them as they left, giving me a few back pats congratulating me that I am 28 years old today. As I closed the door with Ben lingering behind, I made sure they were all gone.
I turned to Ben and he smiled. "I sure got you didn't I?"
"Oh yeah, you did. Take a walk with me, Ben." I lead him to the gym where we practice fighting and stealth mode.
"Were you scared?"
"Beyond my wits." I answered, leading him to the mat. I then kick the back of his shins, causing him to land on his back without any caution.
"Adrienne!" he let out a cough as I grab his arm, twisting it back.
"Next time you do that to me during my birthday when I turn 88 and I die," I pulled his arm back as he let out a yell. "I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you." He got the advantage and counter-attack me. I landed on my back in the same position with him on top, holding down my arms and tightening his grip on my waist.
"Yeah, well, let's hope you can still live to be that age." He gave a laugh but grunted as I head butted him. He fell back, touching his nose.
"Adrienne! It took me three months to perfect that nose!" I laughed so hard, tears were falling down my face. I was getting breathless as my sides started to hurt. Ben crossed his arms and glared at me.
"That was good, Ben. That was good."
Arthur called a quick meeting at the gun training area and we all gathered, much to our discontent. There were at least a row of mannequins with targets on designated areas on the body. All of us were handed a gun, glasses, and finger-less gloves.
"I want to see how good you all are with shooting." Arthur called us down the line and criticizes for each move that we made. Ben was next and we all watched as he dodged each attack the robot mannequins tried to attack him. He shot one in the chest but lost his gun when another kicked it out of his hand. Ben ducked an arm swing, giving a fist punch to one mannequin's head.
"Stop!" Arthur called as Ben was about to rip one into two pieces. He was on fire. "Adrienne! You're up!" I pulled the glove up a little and stepped into the middle of the floor. A buzzer went off and quickly, I fired three shots to three different mannequins, hitting each in a different spot. One mannequin punched my stomach and I was sent flying backwards, hitting the wall.
Now, I was mad.
I cocked my gun and perfectly hit each mannequin as it came toward me. The buzzer went off again and all the mannequins fell backwards, with a bullet lodged perfectly in the target.
"That was…amazing." Arthur said.
"How did you learn to do that?"
"Alright, Adrienne. We have a good shooter in the team."
All the compliments were going back and forth at me as I reached the safe zone and threw my gun on the floor carelessly.
"Ladies and gentleman that is how you shoot. Clean and quick." Arthur said. "Adrienne, come with me,"
"Where'd you learn to shoot like that?" Arthur asks as I seated in his office chair.
I shrugged, "Call of Duty,"
"What?" he asks, a little bit confused.
"I…taught myself."
"I see you're on the case of who Bruce Wayne really is." I nodded, averting my eyes to analyze his office. It seems he's a more of a keep –it-to-himself kind of man. There were no pictures of family, so he's single. He was always wearing weird ties so I assume he does his own shopping. His hair was always clean cut so he likes things in order.
"I twirked your case a little bit." Arthur said, bringing me back from my daydreaming.
"Twirked?"
"I want you to kill him."
