"So what is the mission?" I asked, hoping to get information out of him.

"Your job isn't too hard."

"What is it?" I started to get agitated with him.

"A distraction."

"Tsk…" I looked away. "For what?" I asked, agitation derailed.

"Come on it'll be fun." he told me, dodging my question. "Plus, you'll be clean." he added in a laughing manner.

I sighed. "Fine. I guess I'll try getting dirty." I told him.

He smiled, I'm guessing that's what he wanted to hear from me.

"Good, now I could train you."

I stopped dead in my tracks, since we were on our way to the storage room. "Train? I've spent four years here being the housemaid, just so you could see if I was worth training?" Although my agitation came back, my voice didn't express it well.

"Now, you're role in this mission is easy compared to what the others are having to do."

"And what is that?"

"You go into the military police camp and draw their attention away from us. If worse comes to worse and you get your hands soiled. Don't blame me for it, it was your choice." he forced me to continue walking.

"And what should I do 'if worse comes to worse'?"

"It's self explanatory, duh. You fight."

"How? Argue back at them?"

He laughed. "You get your hands soiled." he repeated.

"By doing what?"

"Wow, kid, you're really blunt on how things work here."

"Well, then help me out so I could be more useful."

We stopped by the training room, which was three doors down and to the right before the storage room. He guided me over the center of the training arena and handed me a ordinary knife.

"Now when you have gotten use with handling this weapon you could virtually handle any weapon of your choosing."

"It's just a kitchen knife. How can it be a weapon?"

"Run at me with it."

"Why? You haven't done anything life threatening to me."

"Forget what you know about right or wrong. In battle what it comes down to is that you are alive. For now on think of yourself as a weapon. Whether you have a lethal weapon in your hand or not. There are always a way to get out every sticky situation. If you accept and handle getting your hands dirty every now and then, you would be victorious every time." Kenny explained.

I nodded.

"Now run at me."

I didn't move.

"Let me give you a scenario here: You're out on your own and your buddies aren't there to help. They're either dead or ran off to save their own skin. You're standing there with nothing more than a kitchen knife in hand. You're left with two options live or die. The one who wants to claim your life is standing in front of you with a threatening and menacing smile. He thinks he could take you on with his bare hands."

With this scenario in mind, my subconscious took over and I ran at him. I continued to fight him as he dodged every blow I delivered. I had no clue how I knew all the moves I needed to execute each movement accurately. Before I knew it, I heard a scream and I felt blood running onto my hand from the knife. I regained consciousness. I realized all to late, that I had injured Kenny. On his left arm, just above the elbow. Blood was pouring out of the wound where the knife was protruding from. I got up off of him and backed away, horrified. He only laughed.

"Never thought you had that much gusto bunched up in that small body of yours." he said as he pulled out the knife and turned it at me. "Now let's see how you do when the scenario is turned around." he added as he charged at me.

He aimed for my neck, I dodged it by jumping to the opposite he was coming from. From the left, I turned and kicked high. My leg fully extended, I was only able to reach his chest. When I was aiming for his head. I had at least managed to slow him down a bit. It was enough to let me throw a punch at him. It made had contact with his injury I had given him earlier. I managed to get the knife away from him and threw it out of the arena. I've seen enough training fights to know that anything outside the circle is considered unreachable. We were now locked in hand to hand combat. By the time he called it quits, we were both covered in blood and bruises. He was more worn out than I was. I was the victor and that was all I needed to know.

"Well done, kid. You got what it takes." Kenny said, we went over to the wash room.

The wash room was located in the back of the training room and to the left.

"Boss, I'm sorry."

"For what? For defending yourself. Don't dwell on it, kid, if you do it'll only wear you down from what really counts."

I nodded in agreement.

"Now let's get the supplies we need for the mission."

"Right."

Once we were washed up and bandaged up, we left the room and finished our walk to the storage room.