You jump in a car, that starts to drive out of town. "We're here.", Bryce says, even though you're in the middle of the cityscape and don't see anything else. Suddenly, the car is pulled underground, and you start to panic. You settle down when you see a large wall and door, that seems incredibly high-tech. "What's this?", you ask, looking at the large steel barrier. "Here, you'll need this.", he tells you. He then hands you a Green keycard, reading "Entrance pass" on it's front and back.
You put the card to the wall, and the doors open. A huge underground base is revealed to you, and most of the people in there are staring at you now. You feel quite uneasy. Then, Bryce brings you in, and says, "Welcome to our headquarters.". You feel amazed at this. "Is this where I'll be training?" You ask Bryce. He replies, "Yes, it is.". Filled to the brim with excitement, you enter, awaiting your new training.
As you enter the training center, the trainer says, "Oh, hey Bryce. Is this the new recruit?". You blush a bit as Bryce says, "Yes. I think she has potential here.". The trainer introduces herself as Heather, a feared and known spy. She tells you to show her your strengths. You're just about to start making excuses before a P-9 slips into your hands. The room is now filled with simulated FBI workers and SWAT officers, all trying to storm you. You do what you know, hiding behind hologram barriers, and occasionally shooting down some of the cops. After you finally defeat all of them, the simulation turns off. Heather tells you, "You got them all, but to work here, you gotta be the best of the best. You need to be faster. More accurate. You need to dodge the bullets instead of taking cover. That's what gets you killed.". You tell her that you'll be in tomorrow to train with those skills. You then leave, tired and ready for a rest, going back to your new room.
YOU ARE READING
Notorious!
FanfictionInspired by @hyaitssans and her Mafia! Fanfiction "Now, this is what I'm talking about..." THIS BOOK IS STILL IN WRITING I'm overworking myself.
