Barely Lethal

three.

I wasn't exactly sure what to think about as I'm meeting the boss of a firm filled with dangerous assassins. I've watched enough action movies to know that one bad move can get you killed. In order for me to not get killed, I had to play nice.

My thoughts were cut off my Sloan's voice. I turned to him, maintaining eye contact, afraid that if I blink I might die.

Now, you're just being dramatic!

"I know you must be very confused Quinn. Zach has told me about what he had done to get you here," Sloan said, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "Apparently, you put up a tough fight and managed to land one of our best assassins in the infirmary when he brought you here."

I snorted, a little proud of myself. Zach kept on shooting daggers at me, clearly embarrassed while Sloan laughed. I turned to Zach with a confused look. "I didn't do anything to you last night, why did you have to go to the infirmary?"

Zach looked down at the floor, "You kicked my balls." He muttered, avoiding eye contact with me.

I burst out laughing. "You had to get your balls checked over!" I choked in between my laughs, unable to stop.

Zach was running his tongue along his teeth in annoyance, and looking over at Sloan and giving him a look that screamed, Can I please kill her?

I wasn't afraid or intimidated by the look he gave because I knew that he wasn't going to hurt me.

Strange considering he drugged me only a few hours ago.

"Quinn, I don't know if Zach explained to you properly about what this agency is about?" Sloan cut through my laughter and I quickly composed myself.

I shook my head, and he gestured towards his chairs in front of his desk. Hesitantly, I walked over and sat down and Zach sat next to me. Sloan walked over to the other side of the desk and sat down with his fingers intertwined. This gave the appearance of a very superior leader.

"Werwolf is a firm of trained assassins," Sloan begins, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward with his intertwined fingers.

"We are not a very big agency. There are 50 agents in total as we are a private firm run by me. There are other firms and we have connections with them but, you will only be dealing with matters that come only from this agency." he explains.

"Is it legal?" I ask.

Sloan nods his head, "It's completely legal. You can think of us as the NSA but much smaller and not well funded." He jokes, and I don't smile, because I didn't find it funny. Sloan didn't mind and he continued, "We have our weapons given to us by the government."

"How come I've never heard of you guys?" I question, curiously.

"This is a secret agency, like the CIA we are like spies. We go undercover and cannot have anyone knowing about us or our job is incomplete."

"And our jobs are?" I was a little hesitant to ask but the curiosity got the best of me.

"Weekly, files are sent to Werwolf, containing information about a criminal who is a danger to the public. Either, they are not responding to rehabilitation or they have escaped from prison." he explains. "They could be supplying illegal drugs around the globe, pedophile rings, murderers, rapists. You name it."

I cringed thinking about it.

"I'm sure Zach can tell you some stories about the cases he has dealt with."

I turn my heard to Zach, and he is slumped back on the chair with a cold expression on his face from the current topic. He gives a slow nod, and I turn back to face Sloan.