Promise Me

Promise Me - Chapter One

Dedicated to Summzz for helping out when I didn't know how to dedicate my chapters :)

Chapter One

Ten Years Later

Jack Sawyer stood outside his superior's office, contemplating what he'd done wrong now. Due to take all the holiday time he'd accumulated, at least eight weeks, he knew he hadn't been summoned to be told to have a great time, relax, take it easy. No his superior, Bruce King, didn't do those kind of partings, he either called you to strip you down a peg or two, or to give you a job.

'Goddammit, this best not be about unfinished paper work, I am just not in the mood!'  Jack thought out loud, he ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breathe as he knocked on the door.

"Come in." Bruce commanded, Jack opened the door counting to ten as he did so trying to release some of the tension he had building. Shutting the door he looked towards Bruce, trying to judge the current mood of his boss.

"Sit down Jack, there's a matter of importance I need to discuss with you." Jack ran his hand through his hair as he took a seat, okay so Bruce didn't seem pissed, so he wasn't in for deformation on his character. So what else could it be, no way could it be for a job not when he'd finally been allowed to take the time off he'd been owed.

"Jack what I have to say to you doesn't go out these four walls, the information I'm sharing with you now is highly sensitive, I need your complete and utter trust on this. I cannot have this leaked, do I have your trust?" Jack noted that his boss now looked quite pained, never had he saw him like this on all the jobs they had worked together.

"Sir I would have hoped by now that you know you have my trust without even having to ask for it. If you think me not trustworthy may I suggest I leave your office now and we forget we entertained this conversation?"  Jack felt blind sided, never had his boss questioned his loyalty, what the hell was so serious that Bruce felt the need to ask for trust when he'd never had to in all the time he'd been under his bosses command?

"Yes. Yes of course Jack, I apologise but maybe once you hear me out you will understand why I had to ask you, why I needed to hear it," Bruce sat on the edge of his desk running a hand over his face giving himself a dry wash, he let out a sigh, "I came across some information yesterday morning, information that has kept my head spinning for the past twenty-four hours, information that has kept me awake all night. What I have found should possibly have been destroyed and yet there it was free for all in our unsolved box. Which leads me to believe that I am not the only one privy to this material that somehow it had been left there unintentionally." Jack stood, walking over to the mini fridge in the corner; he pulled out a bottle of water and passed it to his boss.

"I think you should take a drink before you continue, you look like shit and to be fair I'd say any minute you're going to drop. Surely what you've found can't be that bad, everything has a solution...so you tell me." Jack grinned at the man, he was trying to make light of the situation but he knew whatever his boss had found out, it was grave. Bruce took a drink, and then replaced the cap on the bottle. He took out his handkerchief wiping his brow; he shook his head at Jack.

"The dossier was about a secret Company within the government dating back by almost thirty years, I'm not sure who was head of it or who was funding it but I've looked over it again and again and to me it was illegal. This Company they had a file on pregnant women who weren't going to be keeping their babies, they housed them all till the baby was born and then paid them off, stating they were an adoption agency. In total they must have taken a hundred babies, a hundred babies who were each assigned a mentor, they were schooled properly and from what I can tell had medicals every month. When the children reached five they were trained in every sort of combat you could imagine, every form of self-defence, and trained to use all sorts of weapons." Bruce rose only to go and sit behind his desk; he opened a draw and pulled out a thick manila folder, "These children were being raised to be child assassins, in fact from what I've fathomed, the 'best' of them became assassins from age thirteen and did indeed carry out 'jobs'. The children were isolated from one another, perhaps only meeting occasionally at their medicals. They had no 'real' names only code names to separate them from one another."