Camp Peary looked similar to a lot of military academies. The main courtyard filled with whole groups that were either jogging together or doing some other form of exercise to keep in shape and pass the many trials that they would be facing.
The black SUV that JD and Jodie rode in drove through the main gate, the teens taking in all the sights around them as they pulled up outside the main building. Ryan getting out of the driver's seat while they got out of the back with their luggage in hand..
"This way." the agent said, leading them inside and down a series of corridors. Passing CIA peronnel and trainees alike that looked at the new arrivals curiously.
JD observed silently, marking several key spots to memory to be checked out later as their escort led them into what must have been the barracks. Opening a door on either side of a close-ended hallway to reveal rooms that were half the size of their old rooms and only had the bare essentials.
Though, considering were they were, it wasn't a surprise in the least.
"Your rooms. This is where you will be studying and sleeping for the next three years." Ryan explained briefly. "Training starts tomorrow at 5 am. Don't be late." Turning to leave, he paused before addressing the couple again, "By the way...Public Displays of Affection is frowned upon. So try to keep whatever happens behind closed doors."
They waited for the agent to be out of ear shot before JD snorted, "Fucking dick." he muttered, tossing his bag through the open door into his room before joining Jodie in hers. Sitting next to her on her bed and holding her hand, fingers interlacing together.
Jodie's head leaned to the side and laid on his shoulder, neither saying a word as they took in their new surroundings together.
Things were certainly going to be different from now on, but if there was one thing the psionic knew for sure was that they both knew how do adapt.
"So, training starts tomorrow." he said casually.
"Yep." Jodie replied simply.
A grin appeared on JD's face, "Ready to show them their so called 'intel' doesn't even scratch the surface?"
Even though she was still upset for being forced out of the DPA like they had been, his lover's grin nearly matched his own. "Yep."
X
Being conscripted into the CIA was the biggest chunk of bullshit I had ever encountered, in both of my lives.
The fact Nathan had all but handed us over left a burning rage that I would hold onto for years to come. But I was thankuful that he managed to keep me and Jodie together through all of this, so at least there was some good to come out of all of this.
Like Ryan so 'gently' told us, training started the next day at 5am on the dot. After a minor orientation, we were tossed right into the meat grinder.
But what the instructors weren't expecting was that Jodie and I were already well trained in physical fitness. Taking to the obstacle courses and training regiments like fish to water and even passing several people who had been training at he camp months ahead of us.
Jodie had even chopped her hair short so that it didn't get in the way, it looked good on her if I was honest, but she was fully intending on having it all grow back and told me to not get used to it.
For me through all of this, it was like I was back home training for MMA matches all over again. And when the day came for CQC training to start...well...let's just say that they gravely underestimated what we can do.
X
Ryan stood gobsmacked as yet another trainer was thrown to the mat, struggling to get back up after the beating he had taken. Jodie stood on his left, sweaty skin glistening under the lights of the training room with her arms crossed and a smile on her face.
When the trainer finally got up, he prepared himself while JD stood at the ready with only a bit of sweat dripping down his face. His breathing even and his eyes in sharp focused as he faced another opponent.
The man swung first, the psionic ducked under the strike and delivered several fast strikes to his side. Turning around the bigger man's form, he slammed foot into the back of his knee, then his elbow into his lower back before grabbing him around the neck and pulling his upper half backwards into an odd looking chokehold.
Struggling against the grip, the CIA instructor grunted when JD pulled harder, forcing him to tap the teen's arm to let him go.
"...Damn...Where the hell did you learn moves like that?" Lt. Millar asked between deep breaths, beyond impressed with the older teen's movements and skill.
"Being stuck at the DPA, needed to find a good hobby." JD replied, rolling his shoulders and bouncing from foot to foot. "Really got into MMA and the UFC, decided to stay in shape and learn a few moves. Jodie joined me before we started dating."
Ryan turned to Jodie who hadn't lost her smile, now he understood why she had won most of her training matches as well and where she learned to move like she could.
And after seeing them on the courses, he started to think that what he knew about the couple wasn't nearly as accurate as he had first thought.
X
Seeing the look on Clayton's face, and the faces of all the instructors who trained us, was pretty damn priceless. And as the months stretched on Jodie and I proved time and time again that we weren't to be underestimated.
Of course, not all aspects of our training was cut and dry. They studying and test portion threw me for a loop, but education was a huge part of the CIA training regiments. But it had been worth it when our firearm training started.
Other than the incident with the condenser, I had only ever used a gun back in my old life when hunting with friends. It felt pretty good to get real hands on combat training with what me might face down the road.
X
Dressed in full combat gear. JD flipped around the corner he was taking cover behind, drawing the .45 he was issued at the start of the session and shooting the three human-shaped targets that popped up.
Running from cover, he vaulted over a sandbag barrier, shooting another target that showed itself and sliding across the floor behind a crate.
Hearing more targets come up, the psionic stood and fired. Taking them all down and running to the next part of the course. Four more targets flew up while he was running...but instead of shooting, he fired a large psi-blast that ripped the targets from the floor and sent them straight into the wall at the far end of the warehouse where the session was taking place.
"Well...it wasn't firearm training. But you took down those last targets effectively, nice quick thinking." Millar said very impressed.
X
Our abilities were also trained. The instructors who knew about them helping us hone them so that we could use them in the field at a moments notice should the need arise.
X
Jodie breathed out, her and Aiden working together to blast through several stacks of oil barrels before them until they were all cleared out.
"Nice work, Holmes." the instructor said, turning his attention to the other side of the field to find JD picking up the old BMW that had been set up there as well with his TK. A moment later, the small vehicle started to groan before it crunched in on itself.
Metal warping and glass shattering as it was turned into a tightly bound ball that floated in the air with his power.
With a snap of his hand, the compressed car was thrown across the field into another stack of oil barrels, knocking them all down like bowling pins.
The instructor nodded, "Good. You both got ten minutes for a break, after that meet me at site B." with that he walked along the trial to the next course.
Jodie watched him go before yelping as she was encased with psionic energy and levitated over to JD who grinned cheekily at her. Releasing his hold on her so that she fell into his arms and taking her lips with his own, killing any protest she would have had as she kissed him back.
X
At a few points, we had even discovered abilities we didn't think we possessed.
X
In one of the many training rooms, Jodie stood calmly in the middle of a mat and took deep breaths. Slowly separating her feet and pushing downward into a split.
Reaching all the way down to the floor, she pushed more to touch down when a sharp pain shot through her left leg.
Gasping, she rolled to the side, cocking her leg up and holding it to releave the sharp jolts going through her. Aiden saw this and moved in close, extending his supernatural abilities out into her body.
In a matter of moments, the pain ebbed away until it was nonexistent. Jodie released her leg and slowly stood up, testing her weight on the limb to find that she had been healed.
Smiling at the air, she mentally thanked the entity before resuming her excerise.
At the same time, outside in the rain on one of the courses, JD laid on the muddy ground nursing his shoulder. The wet weather had caused the top of the two story climbing wall to become a slick surface, something he didn't think would hinder him until he made to jump off. His right foot slipping at the last moment which caused him to land on his left side instead of his feet.
Cursing at his own stupidity, the psionic gritted his teeth as he tried to assess the damage.
From what he could tell, he dislocated his shoulder, which could be fixed if he could get to the infirmary...except that the pain was suddenly replaced by a very noticeable warmth.
Looking at where he was holding his damaged shoulder, JD was surprised to find his hand glowing with the ethreal light of his powers. The energy seeping into his arm as a series of small cracks and pops could be heard. His shoulder being put back into place and healing right before his eyes.
When the light faded, his arm was as good as new. "...holy shit." he muttered, a grin splitting his face while he rotated his shoulder and found no pain at all.
He climbed back to his feet, stretched a moment before continuing the course where he had left off. Excitement rushing through him at the discovery of a new power.
X
It went on like this for years, training, studying, sharpening our skills to the point where we could do almost everything as easy as breathing.
In the end I had to hand it to the CIA, their regiments were rigorous, but the results had been definitely worth it in the end. So much so that we were more than ready to take the final exams.
First there had been a written test. Jodie passed with high marks where I got average. Not bad, I still passed which had been good enough for me.
Second was the fitness test. Which was a lot easier since we'd been through the course several times already. Easy pass.
Next was the CQC test, where we had to fight three opponents at once. We both passed again, me scoring higher marks given my level of skill, but Jodie did just as good.
And finally, there was the combat test. The warehouse where our live-fire exercises had taken place had been turned into a close-quarters combat scenario, crates and walls were set up with armed guards patrolling the area, the objective being to capture the red flag at the far end of the course.
The purpose of the test was to show our stealth skills. Jodie had gone first, knocking out every guard and going for the flag...but Clayton, being the ass that he was, popped up at the end with a gun to her head telling her the BS about how she would be dead in reality...
But, my woman knew how to look after herself. And I couldn't help but laugh when the so called 'agent' was held at gunpoint by an Aiden-possessed guard, to which Jodie told him that in 'reality' he wouldn't have been able to open his goddamn mouth.
God I love this woman.
I passed my test just as effectively, though I had been told I was more or less in the Assault classification while Jodie fit well with Stealth and Intelligence gathering. Either way we had passed and had been accepted into the agency.
There had been a rush of achievement between us. After three years of getting put through the CIA ringer we had earned our spots, and it was also a good feeling when we proved to everyone that had looked down on us in the beginning that we were each a force to be reconned with.
Shortly after graduation, we were shipped out to DC where the agency headquarters was located. After a day of being shown around what would be our new work space, we were given the keys to our new home and told that we had a week to settle in before we would be going on assignments.
When we got to the aparment given to us...neither Jodie or I could believe that the CIA was flipping the bill.
It was close to a damn penthouse! Even though it was a one bedroom one bath, you could have about a dozen people here and stilll have plenty of room...and it was all ours for the duration of our 'employment' with the agency.
For the week we had off we broke in our new place. In the figurative sense and the physical. It was hard not to since we had almost no time for ourselves during training, and we had a lot of catching up to do.
It hadn't all been just sex, though there had been a decent amount of it. We had also gone on a couple of much needed dates and did a bit of sight seeing around the nation's capital.
When our break was up, we went back to the agency HQ and started on assignments. A few simple intel gathering and recon missions at first, then they started to become more complex and required a bit more skill.
After a year, Jodie and I had become rather good at our new jobs, and we had become well respected agents in the CIA for not only our powers, but our natural skills in the field as well. Despite how we got to this point, we had actually started to make a good life for ourselves...
Though, like most things when it came to us...good only lasted for so long before the bad came around. But that never stopped us from enjoying what good we had while we had it...
X
Night time in Rio de Janeiro was truely a sight to behold. The many lights and sounds really bringing the city to life for those who both lived there and visited.
The culture and historical background of the Brazilian metropolis has been known to attract hundreds of thousands of tourists year round. However, not so deep beneath the surface, Rio had more than its fair share of crime that kept a good deal of people outside the boarders.
Robberies, kidnapping, political and local corruption, but the biggest was in drug trafficing.
The system behind it was more organized than most places, the drug lords even used children to send messages and move their product without being noticed. That, or the local police and government were either bought out or blackmailed.
Trying to put an end to the drug trade in South America was like fighting a Hydra. No matter how many heads were cut down, more would grow in its place, but that didn't stop foreign governments from doing whatever they could to at least slow down the amount of drugs coming into their nations from there.
Of course...such operations would have to be handled delicately and without drawing too much attention. And even then, not all assignments were known to end in success...and if such an event were to happen, something else had to be done to ensure there was no involvement of a foreign government.
30 miles outside of Rio, a rusty and dented Jeep Wrangler could be seen driving down a long stretch of dirt road. The headlights off conceling the vehicle in darkness, the light of the moon in the clear sky above being the only real source of light as it went deeper into the dense forest .
Inside, two men could be seen in the front. The one driving was a local in a hawaiian style shirt, a lit cigarette in his mouth running down to almost the filter as his eyes focused to the rough terrain ahead.
In the passenger seat, a younger man with lighter skin and a shaved head had his attention focused on the GPS device in his hands. Dressed in a t-shirt, cargo pants and combat boots, all in black so that he would blend in better with the shadows
They rode in silence, had been since they left the city limits, too intent on what they were doing for anything else.
("Stop here.") the younger man said in spanish. The driver slowed down and pulled off to the side of the dirt road. Concealed from the light of the moon beneath a canopy of trees while the engine was cut.
("You sure about this?") the older of the two asked as his passenger got out and opened the door behind him to pull out a black duffel bag that had been sitting in the back seat.
Setting it on the ground, he unzipped it and started pulling out the gear he had brought. Clipping a belt and leg rig to his right thigh first, then removing a .45 USP pistol and attached a silencer to it before slipping it into the holster on his leg.
Next came a black tactical vest, pockets filled with spare ammo clips and a few other useful items for what he would be facing. Once it was all clipped into place, he reached back and took out the last item. A black balaclava with a faded white skull imprinted on the face.
("Just be ready to hit the road to the agreed upon place.") was the reply as he pulled on the mask and closed the door. Checking his watch, he marked the time before setting off into the forest, the GPS guiding him to where he needed to go.
Stepping around trees and over other pieces of foliage, he treked a good mile before coming to a stop outside a man-made clearing. Hunkering down behind a thick tree trunk and peering around to get a view.
In the center of the clearing was an old house surrounded by a chain-link fence. Four men armed with AK-47s patrolled the outside; one each by the front and back door, another walking the perimeter, and the last one sitting on the tailgate of one of the three trucks parked by the gate in the fence.
Judging by the layout, there was bound to be at least three to four more men on the inside.
"Overwatch, I'm on site." he said, pressing the earpiece hidden under his balaclava.
"Copy that, Jericho. Remember, your objective is to extract the target to the designated evac point." a commanding voice replied over the connection, "Our drones will monitor and we will feed you intel the best we can. But for the most part you are on your own. We only have one shot at this. If they even get a hint of trouble, they'll kill the target."
'Jericho' nodded, "Rodger, Overwatch. I'm Oscar-Mike." he clicked the comm off and observed the area again, keeping a close eye on the man walking around the yard and making sure he was out of ear shot before pulling out a pair of hand-held bolt cutters.
Making quick work of cutting a hole in the fence big enough for him to crawl through, right behind a small shed near where he had been hiding to avoid it being found. Crouching behind the shed, he made another check of the guards' locations and saw the perimeter man was coming his way.
He kept out of sight, waiting until the guard was on the other side of the shed before gently knocking on the wall behind him.
The noise was enough to attract the man, making him come around to the back to see what was going on only to have his weapon yanked from his grasp and his neck locked into a chockhold. Struggling against the hold for a moment or two, 'Jericho' applied more pressure until he heard the muffled 'crack' of a broken neck.
Laying the dead guard down quietly, he looked out to be sure no one heard anything. Seeing no movement from the other three men stationed outside, he drew his silenced .45 and started moving. Keeping low to the ground close to the shadows out of sight as he moved to the rear of the house.
Taking cover on the side of the building, he leaned around the corner and observed the lone guard at the back door.
He sat in an old, beat up lawnchair, his rifle leaning against the side of the house with a cigarette in his mouth that he was smoking lazily. Unaware that he was being watched.
'Jericho' held his weapon ready, leaning around the house and stretching his other hand toward his target. A blue aura flowed down his arm and out from his palm straight at the guard, his body becoming encased in the energy and leaving him frozen in place.
With his target immobile, he crept along the side fo the building until he was right beside him. The man's eyes flicked his way, the only part of him that could move, and widened with fear as 'Jericho' raised his .45 and pulled the trigger.
The soft 'chirp' of the shot muffled by the silencer was all that was heard as the guard slumped to the side, the aura fading from his form now that he was neutralized.
Turning to the rear entrance, the agent crouched down just outside the door and closed his eyes. Focusing on the same energy he reopened his eyes to reveal pure white orbs.
At the same time, a ghostly image of 'Jericho' rose up from his body and passed through the door. Finding a kitchen immediately on the other side that led into a living room, then a hallway to a couple bedrooms and a bathroom.
The interior looked about as rundown as the outside, but he knew that it was just a front. A fact that was proven when he ventured through a locked door in the kitchen that took him down a flight of stairs to a large basement where three more men were stationed. One standing guard by the staircase, while the other two were busy beating another man tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
Going back to his body when he had confirmed what he needed to, 'Jericho' made quick work of getting the door open and slipping inside. Moving directly to the door leading to the basement and reaching for the knob...
Freezing when he heard footsteps on the stairs on the other side, meaning that someone was on their way up. The knob started to turn on its own and he pressed himself to the wall beside the door where it would swing open.
When it did, one of the men came up and headed toward the fridge in the kitchen. 'Jericho' slipping out from behind the open door and sneaking up behind him. A silenced shot to the back of the head all that was needed.
("Hey! Don't forget to grab one for me t-") the one who had been standing guard at the bottom of the stairs had come up after his friend and stopped mid-sentence when he saw him dead and the black-clad agent standing over his dead form.
There was a tense silence that only lasted second, the guard raising his rifle and opening his mouth to shout an alarm.
'Jericho' snapped his free hand out, his power flaring and freezing the man in place. Clenching his hand, the man made a choking sound as an invisible force crushed his windpipe. With a sharp twist, the man's head tilted at an odd angle, the rest of him collapsing to the floor dead.
The agent quickly and quietly moved to the stairs, the sudden noise most likely having attracted the last man and he needed to be fast.
And he wasn't disappointed when he found the last man on the stairs looking up, 'Jericho' jumped and came down with both feet planting hard into his chest and sending him crashing to the stone floor. A quick shot to the head put him down indefinitely and the agent moved to the restrained man in the chair.
"Agent Troy?" he asked in engish.
The man raised his head, his left eye swollen shut with dried blood caked on the side of his face. "Y-Yeah...who the hell...are you?" he wheezed out.
"The cavalry." 'Jericho' answered, making quick work of cutting the ropes holding him down. "Any injuries? Can you move?"
Troy winced as he stood up with a little help, "Nothing broken. I should be alright. We got an evac?"
"A mile hike to the West, got a ride waitng for us that'll take us to the exfil point." 'Jericho' pulled out his sidearm, leading the other agent up the stairs and into the house above.
The front door burst open, angry shouting in spanish ringing through the air that was silenced by a couple .45 caliber rounds. The remaining guard fired his rifle, forcing the two men into cover as the bullets ripped into the side of the house.
'Jericho' waited for the weapon to stop firing before moving out into the open, firing his pistol and forcing the guard into cover. When he was out of sight, the agent fired a psi-blast into the car he hid beind.
There was a sharp yell of surprise before the vehicle slammed into the side of another, everything going immediately silent after that.
"Let's move." he told the other agent, the two of them running to the fenced area he had cut through earlier that they passed through before disappearing into the dark forest. Jumping into the the jeep that had been waiting for them, the driver wordlessly driving to where the pick up zone was situated.
"So, you're the one they call Jericho, huh?" Troy asked from the back seat, the younger agent pulling off the balaclava and running a hand over his sweaty scalp. Fingers lightly bumping over the scars on the side of his head.
"That'd be me." JD said, taking out the GPS and checking how long it would be before they would be heading home.
"How did you do what you did back there? I've never seen anything like it before." wondered the other agent.
The psionic smirked, "Classified. Sorry, every man's got his secrets. Mine is just protected by Uncle Sam.
A sudden vibrating in his pocket drew his attention, taking out a smartphone and checking the alert that came through, he smiled when he found a text message from a special someone waiting for him.
Are you on you're way home?
JD quickly typed back; Will be heading back soon. Be home tomorrow night at the latest.
A minute later his phone vibrated again with another message; Okay. Can't wait to see you when you get back. I love you.
Love you too, babe.
Putting the phone away, the psionic couldn't help but want to be back home where he belonged. With the woman he couldn't stand to be away from for too long.
Life in the CIA was definitely hectic to say the least, but it was just another challenge in the new life he and Jodie had made for themselves. And if it was with her, it was a life worth living.