Again,

I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long…I feel really bad, but thank you all for continuing to stay patient. I really means so much to me. I'm back from spring break and hopefully I can update more often. I know I say that a lot…sorry.

I must say that I just got hooked on Supernatural. I just happened to turn on the TV in the hotel room and find it playing. I recognized Sam and Dean immediately, from the entertainment magazines. So…I watched that for a while until the angel Castiel appeared and…now…I'm hooked. (Thanks a lot Misha Collins. :P ). I swear he makes a very good angel. Anyway…enjoy this chapter and I promise I'll update ASAHP. (As soon as humanly possible.)

Chapter 6

"Next time, I get to seduce the rich guy." –William Brandt (Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol, 2011)

I heard the simulator powering up and I adjusted my glasses, which helped the simulation seem real. I readjusted the grip on my gun, which was loaded with paintballs, before glancing over to my right to my partner. A girl about my age, with her dark blonde hair in a high ponytail, bit her lip nervously before glancing at her own gun.

Suddenly, the large dark room suddenly transformed into a huge empty warehouse and I started to wonder where the rest of the trainees were.

"All right trainees," I heard Clint's voice say in our earpieces. "There are twelve other trainees in this warehouse, including you. You're job, is to take them all down. There will be groups of two and we've already assigned you your partner. All right…good luck. We will be watching very carefully. Happy shooting."

The line went dead and I sighed before glancing around our room. The room was completely empty except for a large old bookshelf and a large desk.

"What's your name?" I asked the girl next to me.

"Bridget." She answered quietly. "Bridget Mayson."

"I'm Madison River." I smiled and she nodded before sighing deeply.

I started to walk towards the exit of the room, the gun at my side, with her following close behind. I ducked behind the doorframe, listening to see if there is anyone on the other side and sure enough, my ears were met with the sounds of two girls talking.

"Stephanie," the first girl said. "Where is everyone?"

"I'm not sure, Brittany," the second girl answered. "But I'm sure someone's going to show up."

I glanced at Bridget who nodded slightly before I suddenly jumped out of the doorframe and fired several shots. The girls screamed and ran in the opposite direction. The girl called Stephanie almost dropped her gun as she screamed in fear. I stepped out into the hallway and Bridget followed my lead, laughing.

"What's so funny?" I raised my eyebrow, looking at her.

"Just the way they screamed and scattered like scared monkeys!" She continued to laugh.

I chuckled slightly and she glanced at me as she stopped.

"You're…Coulson's daughter right?" She questioned as she looked down at her feet, as if expecting me to yell at her.

"Yeah. I guess," I sighed deeply.

"Did you ever meet him?"

"No, I never knew him." I replied as we started to walk.

"Oh." She said softy as she followed next to me. "I never knew my parents either."

She sighed deeply before stopping in her tracks.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I stopped a few steps in front of her, glancing back at her.

She didn't answer.

"Bridget?"
This time, she replied with a soft but harsh "Ssshh."

I raised an eyebrow and walked over to her.

"What's wrong?" I asked again at a whisper.

"Do you hear that?"

My eyes widened slightly and I looked up, listening for any sound that would meet my ears, but the only sound that reached my ears, was pitch silence.

"I don't hear anything." I said, turning back to her.

"There's a high pitch beeping noise."

Her eyes suddenly grew wide. "Madison!"

Her yell suddenly make me freeze and she jumped pushing us both down onto the ground, as the wall next to us crumpled, after a small contained explosion was set off, from the room behind the wall.

Landing hard on my ribs, knocked the wind out of me and I coughed several times, before finally being able to breathe again.

"Thanks," I croaked out, but she didn't hear me for she was firing her gun at several of the oncoming targets that were coming out from the room.

I quickly stood, grabbing my gun in the process, and helping Bridget. I ducked several shots before firing at one and hooking my foot around a boy's leg, tripping him. He fell with a hard grunt and Bridget narrowed her eyes as she fired at the second to last man, who let out a soft yelp.

I held my gun at the boy before sweeping his gun away from him, Bridget snatching up his gun.

His dark brown hair was messy and his hazel eyes were wide as he stared into my eyes.

"Thomson right?" Bridget questioned before walking up to me and the boy who nodded softly.

"No offense, right?" I sighed.

"Nope." He answered, his voice almost at a whisper.

"Alright." I answered before firing my gun at his chest.

"So, do you know that boy?" I asked before spooning a bite of mac and cheese into my mouth.

"Who?" She questioned before taking a bite of her turkey sandwich.

"Him." I said, motioning towards the boy, who we met in the simulator, who was sitting at a table with several other boys his age.

"We had a training drill together a couple of times." She answered. "He doesn't like guns very much."

"I can tell. What's his specialty then?"

"Computers. He's a genius!"

I nodded, glancing at him. "A tech genius. Okay."

I ended up staring at him and I didn't notice Bridget staring at me.

"Madison?"

"What, Bridge?"

"Nothing…"

I took once last glance at the boy before taking a sip of my orange juice and returning to my lunch.

Alright guys. You probably know the drill by now: share, favorite, follow me and this story, and review! And…I have Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas stuck in my head. Thanks a lot Supernatural! :P My life has officially been ruined by Jeremy and a fallen rebellious (yet handsome) angel in a trench coat! ~Outcome5Cross