F•A•S•T//r.s.l.❣

0.8

Two Weeks Later

Maybe it wasn't as difficult as I had it planned, but I never imagined it would end with me holding a loaded gun at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

The view was astonishing but I had no time to appreciate it properly; mainly, because I was freaking out over possibly having to shoot an actual person rather than the dummies at F.A.S.T.. To blend in, I was wearing all black, and backed against a wall.

I heard voices speaking French and stopped breathing momentarily. As one of them passed, I grabbed some of the tranquilliser darts and aimed at their necks. Once they fell limp to the ground, I proceeded.

"Clara" Scott (Mr Bernard) spoke, standing a few metres from me. Alarmingly, I held out the USB he constantly carried, the one holding details on his human trafficking. "We can talk this out"

"We can never talk out what you're doing to such innocent people"

"Then let's not" he held out a revolver. "The moment I saw you I thought, man, I need to have her legs in one of my experiments and like usual, I get what I want. Unfortunately, I'll have to kill you"

"And give you the pleasure of taking my life?" I put one foot on the edge of the viewing balcony and pulled myself up. He looked at me astonished. "Not today, asshat"

I shot his leg which mobilised him just as police arrived. I tossed the USB at one of the officers and breathed in, dropping from the balcony.

The screams beneath me were audible, but they silenced partially when I pulled my parachute. Upon landing, they crowded as I disposed of the parachute. I then had to push my way into a cab that was already waiting on me.

In there, was my stuff. I grabbed my phone and called David.

"Mission accomplished" I said coolly, which didn't last as I was freaking out. "I want to celebrate so bad! But I have nobody to celebrate with"

"Well done, kid! And you can celebrate with your mates when you arrive" his British accent echoed throughout the glossy black car. "Go to the hotel and get a decent nights sleep, you're back tomorrow"

"Okay. See you then" I hung up, relaxing against the leather of the seats, smiling at the success my first mission was.

However, that smile didn't last, as a searing pain radiated from my ribs to the rest of my body. I had a minimal mishap with Scott before getting to the Eiffel Tower. I shook it off, anyway, hoping it was gone by the time I was back at F.A.S.T..

+++

I was greeted with many congratulations and hugs, but the pain only increased. It was getting to the point I could barely breathe without aching- and it wasn't some petty prickling sensation, it was like multiple broken bones at once.

For that same reason, I decided to stay in my room for the continuation of the day. Ross was on call along with everybody but Ethan who had a visit, so, I grabbed the notebook he gave me and opened it.

As I was reading the very first page, a knock came to my door. "You alright kid?"

"Hi David, and kind of" I said. "My ribs are killing me"

"Oh" he frowned. "You're scheduled for a full CAT scan later tonight because right now, some people want to see you"

I followed him to the visit hall and the moment my eyes landed upon the army uniform, I broke down crying. Due to my obnoxious wailing, he looked over, and then ran to engulf me in a hug.

I sobbed into his shoulder. "I missed you so much!"

"You've grown so much, love" he smiled. "Look at you, all tough and muscly. And your hair?"

"Do you like it?" I asked and he nodded. "I can't thank you enough for sending me here"

"No worries, David's an old friend of mine so he was fine with it" Dad told me. "How about we head out and catch up"

I winced. "Can we do that in an hour- David, I seriously can't do this. It hurts so bad"

"That sounds serious, come with me. Follow us Mr Carmichael" He put an arm around me to help me walk and lead me to the medical area of the compound.