Again

Joan of Suzaku

Chapter 5

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a hot, stuffy conference room, sitting in a swivel chair. Pain shot through my body, reminding me of my throbbing leg which I fell on when I passed out, assuming I passed out. I felt light-headed and dizzy, that feeling where you could float away if your heavy lead head wasn't weighing you down. I was awoken from my dream-like state by a loud AHEM from the other side of the room. The two men in black suits, who were chasing me, were now staring me in the face. I got up suddenly and my leg gave way from the shock, I let out a yelp and sat back down again.

I forced out, "Who are you?" in agonizing pain.

One of the men stood up and walked over to me, showing me his badge that, then proceeding to put his hand on my shoulder and shout. "Don't be alarmed, Miss Hill! We are from United States Central Intelligence Agency!" I took the badge in his hand. Shaw, William. Age: 43. CIA agent. How corny, but it looked fairly real with a bar code and stuff and I looked around at the walls, they had the eagle and plaques and things.

"That's comforting." I murmured.

"She's not deaf, Shaw." The other one whispered to the one next to me and Shaw backed off. "I apologize for this inconvenience, Miss Hill, but this is a matter of national emergency."

"Excuse me, but how does me going to P.E. affect the US on a whole?" I asked, in disbelief, that this was happening to me.

"Miss Hill, you are needed to unify the United states, to be a sort of Joan of Arc, if you will." I might as well play in his little game.

"Go on."

"There was a Chinese woman, who worked here at the CIA who proposed this idea. She said her grandmother told stories about how a girl, a priestess, who would unify the separate kingdoms in China."

"But one, that is probably just a fairytale and two, this isn't China." I interjected.

Shaw continued, "Miss Hill, we are hoping you'll go along with this because the country needs a morale boost, a national cheerleader, go-getter! You could act, as Agent Cameron put, our own little Joan of Arc!" Cameron put a hand on his shoulder, a signal to contain his exaggerated enthusiasm.

"You have other people for this sort of thing, don't you? Someone whose more qualified, or knows more about this stuff? Or how about someone who is willing to do this? I can't, I just can't... My mom..." I babbled.

Cameron interrupted, "We talked to your mother, Ms. Stewart, yes, she is willing. What we mentioned to her what we didn't mention to you was that we would provide compensation."

"How much?" I asked, interested. Shaw cleared his throat.

"5 million dollars." I bit the inside of my cheek. Money is always so tempting. My mom would always complain about how we needed it so much, but you know who doesn't?

"What am I required to do exactly?" I asked.

AN: I know this chapter was a little short, but I'm deciding what to do next, so, bear with me. I'm sort of rethinking this whole story, but I uploaded this chapter because I felt bad that it has just been rotting away... And I haven't updated this story in ages. I'm sorry I neglected you. I hope you enjoy it. I'm still somewhat debating, but your advice is always welcome. Any suggestions, critiscism, or just comments you would like to make to me about my story are encouraged. I'd love to hear from you! Remember, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW, because I love them.