What More Could You Want From Me?- ON HOLD

What More Could You Want From Me? - Chapter 2

So this is chapter 2. I hope you like it. Feel free to vote, fan, and like. :) I'm sorry that this chapter isn't very exciting but it's needed. I put a lot of background info in this chapter. Please tell me what you think of my story so far. THANKS!

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I walked the bedroom that I loved so much. My walls were painted black but you could barely see the paint because they were covered with trophies, medals, ribbons, the works but my favorite part of my room was by far the entire wall dedicated to my karate belts. They were lined up in succession from white to black with a date on a little gold plaque underneath them. I walked up to my white belt and ran my fingers over the plaque that said April 21, 2005, the day of my first karate class. It was the first day since the day my father left that I had actually been able to release all the emotions I had been keeping bottled up inside me. I walked down the line of multicolored belts until I reached my black belt. I brushed my hand over the soft fabric that reminded me of the achievement that meant the most to me. The plaque underneath it had the date March 30, 2006 carved into it. I had worked so hard, practicing every day, sometimes more, for a full year. I worked my way up at such a pace that people were astounded at the things that little eleven year old could do. It had taken me only a little less than a year to reach black belt status. Even I am impressed by how much I achieved during my karate days. After I earned my black belt I felt needed to further my studies. I found a small hand to hand combat school downtown. It was too easy for me but I picked up a couple useful tips. For a while I gave up on finding a hand-to-hand class that could challenge me, but that was only until I found Jackson. He has taught me so much more than any of those bozos that call themselves certified hand-to-hand teachers. Either way, what I really enjoyed was working with knives. If anyone ever asks me I will definitely deny any knowledge of knife fighting and taking those classes- even I have to admit they were kind of sketchy- but I will say that the way the knives can work like a lethal extension of your arms can be quite thrilling. Swords are harder to use than knives. They are longer and therefore harder to control but once you get the hang of it the feeling is much the same as knives. Last but not least, I learned about guns. Guns can grant a person a feeling of power. Sometimes that power can be too much for them to handle. I try to stay away from guns. I learned to shoot them, I could probably be a pretty decent sniper if I wanted to, but I don't. Guns have a way of weakening a person. If you rely too much on guns you become helpless without one. When you hold a gun in your hands you feel protected, like you can do anything but that is just not true. I refuse to become dependent on anything.

I was shaken out of my silent reverie by a knock at my door. I checked myself in the mirror. My dark hair was a mess and my pale skin was oily from all the sweating I had done during training today. I shrugged. What do I care, it's probably isn't anyone important. I opened the door to my apartment. There was a middle aged man standing in a military uniform with a gold badge on it. "Are you Sienna Carmandy?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes. May I help you Sir?" He pulled out a manila envelope with the word CLASSIFIED written on the front. "May I come in?" he asked. I looked at him suspiciously. "Why?" "I will explain inside where we are less likely to be overheard." he explained looking around as if he expected someone to jump out from behind the closed elevator doors. "Alright then." I said as I stepped to the side allowing him entry to my apartment. I closed the door and bolted the dead lock. "Now, who are you and what do you know?" I asked suspiciously. He laughed. "I know your name, I know where you live. I'm just your typical stalker." he smiled. I laughed. "Well that's all good but I'm not buying it. Your get up gives you away." I replied with my hands on my hips. He laughed. "Alright you caught me. I am from the CIA." he replied. "And... "  "And...We want you on our side. We heard about you through a man named..." he looked down at the paper in his hands "Jackson Gruffs." I was shocked. Jackson? Why would Jackson tell the CIA about me. "You want me to join the CIA?" I asked. "Well you have to pass a test first but judging by what it says here you seem qualified. Or you could just be another chalked up baby that thinks there cool because they take karate." he said looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "Oh yeah? Well, you'll just have to wait and see won’t you?" I replied with a smirk. "I guess I will. I will see you tomorrow then." He said while standing up. "Wait where is the test going to be?" I asked. "Follow the directions programmed into this GPS. It will self-destruct in 24 hours, just in case you decide not to come." He said walking towards the door after handing me what had to be the smallest GPS in the world. High tech... sweet. Maybe I can hack it to get the directions off of it and then sell it... because I doubt it will really self-destruct. I followed the man to the door and opened it for him. "Well, prepare to be amazed tomorrow." I said while smiling at him. "We'll see about that." he replied as he walked out the door. I closed the door behind him and waited. I counted to ten then peeked out the window to make sure he was gone. I grabbed the mini GPS and ran across the apartment into my room. I snatched up my laptop and plugged it in the wall as it turned on. When the desktop finally showed up and I had clicked out of all the pop ups I took the GPS and my universal cord and plugged them into my computer. I pulled up my hacking program and began snooping around when all of a sudden my computer crashed! I was so angry! I rebooted my laptop and waiting impatiently while tapping my foot and glaring at the computer. I had hacked many things on this laptop and never before had it acted this way. It had finally let me down. I sighed. The computer finished its reboot but didn't show my normal background. Instead the CIA logo was pasted across the screen. My eyes widened. No! No no no! I clicked the screen a couple times until something popped up. This computer has been detained by the CIA, we will see you soon. "Oh crap!" I sweared. I disconnected the GPS and shoved my universal cable back into my laptop case. I didn't know what to do. I paced back and forth in my room for a while trying to decide whether I could lie my way out of this one. Then there was a knock at the door. That sent me into a frenzy. I started running around like a chicken with its head cut off!  There was another knock at the door then a voice came from the other side. "If you open the door now it will be easier for all of us." I sighed. There was no other option. The only window was next to the door and there was no back door. I just so happened to have the worst apartment in the complex but it was all I could afford. I stopped with my hand on the door handle and composed myself. I opened the door slowly to see the same man from earlier. I smiled at him like a child when they know they're in trouble. "Imagine my surprise that when I'm nearly home I get an emergency call from headquarters forwarding me right back here." he said in a patronizing tone. "Hmm...that's odd. It must be a mistake." I said. "Well then let’s go check your computer then." He pushed his way past me and walked into my bedroom. "Well well, what do we have here?" He said while pointing to the computer with the message still up on the screen. "A laptop?" I said hopefully. "A detained laptop. Thanks for the new gear. " he said as he scooped up my laptop and started walking away with it. "Wait! You're just going to take it!" I shouted. "Yep. That's the policy. We confiscate and then we get our tech guys to take a look at it and find out what you were trying to do and if you saw anything you shouldn't have." "But it was just the GPS! I would have seen that information anyways!" I shouted. "You were trying to hack the GPS?" he asked puzzled. "Yeah." "Why?" "To sell it of course." I stated bluntly. "That's sick, especially since it's just going to self-destruct." he said giving me a reproachful look. "I still don't believe that." I replied. "Even after this? You don't believe we can rig a GPS to self-destruct?" "Not really." "Fine, believe what you must but I still have to take your laptop. I'll see what I can do to try and get it back to you but I can't make any promises." He said starting to walk towards the door for the second time that day. "I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully you are worth all the trouble I'm sure you'll cause." At that he exited the apartment and step into the elevator. I peered through a small break in the curtains. I saw him step into the elevator and turn around he looked straight at me and smiled. He raised his right hand into a salute. I jumped back. How did he see me! I looked through my little peep hole and saw him laughing as the elevator doors closed. He was laughing at me. That's just what I needed after such a roller coaster of a day. I trudged back into my bedroom and plopped onto my bed. It had been a long day, and tomorrow would probably be just as crazy...maybe more.