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Chapter 1: ammunition up

My hand slips to my pocket and quickly snaps up my pistol. Holding it with my finger on the trigger, I scale the wall into a dark alleyway.
Any movements are a sign, but all is quiet. Nothing moves. I squint my eyes in concentration, casting them across the roof of the nearby houses looking for a slight darkening shadow.
There it is. I fire flat out at the spot, not wasting any time. As soon as they fall off their perch I know I'm in trouble.
One.
There are more somewhere. I run forward towards the barb wire fence as I hear the loading of machine guns.
Fudge.

I duck and roll to the side behind a bin as bullets are fired in my direction. Once they run out I quickly swap guns to a heavier weapon and find my target easily.
Bang.
One man down.

The other one begins firing at the bin almost straight away and I make a break to the fence agin. I climb the fence easily and dodge a bullet to my head before turning and firing the last finishing shots.

"Training drill over." A booming computerised voice declares.

I smile as the lights turn on and I kick one of the plastic robots out of my way. A few missed foam bullets of theirs were still lying on the floor.
"Congratulations."
I grin at Mr. Copper, "well it was pretty easy."
"Great use of immobile object protection."
"I would have just said bin but yeah I suppose."
We walk out of the set and into the main headquarters. I jump onto a hover board and zoom off, saluting Mr. Copper on the way.
Headquarters is basically a large underground glass dome, it's divided into the rankings of spy's. Amateur, mediocre, senior, captain. There are dorms for each spy leading off at the right, restaurants in the centre and training rooms at the back. Deeper underground are the experiment and science rooms. Where I was born.

When I reach my dorm room I park my hover board outside and unlock the door. Walking in, I kick off my boots and hang every gun except my pistol on the rack.
Always gotta be prepared.
I decide that I should go out to a restaurant due to my stomachs protests. Firstly though I get changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and a teal sweater top. What? It's not like I'm going out to somewhere fancy.

I jump back onto my hover board and skim across the air through the hallway. I think that I'll go to the pasta place.
I feel like something nice and homey like spaghetti.
I sit at a bench table near the front so that I can order easily. Soon enough a waitress comes and asks what I would like.
Once I have ordered I pull out my phone and wait.
A smell wafts across the restaurant towards me and I put my phone down, grabbing utensils in perpetration of my meal.
The tables are simple wood but the benches are well, I don't know what stuff benches are made from.
There are a lot of hungry spys around here so I'm lucky that I got my meal so quickly. In fact, I'm surprised. It usually takes at least 20 minutes. But hey, I'm not complaining!
As I dig in to my bolognese, I can feel my pistol digging into my thigh. Not the most comfortable position, so I pull it out and slot it in my boots.maybe a little hard to walk, but fine to sit with. I twirl another strand of deliciousness around my fork and put it in my mouth. Yum.

I finish in about 40 minutes so I head back to my dorm. I pull off my clothes and get into bed in a casual top and my underwear.
I need all the rest I can get.