The Secret

Chapter 1

     

      I was in the middle of a blank dark room tied to a chair. Just a few days before I had been kidnapped by the CIA and brought here. They had tortured me, I had bruises and cuts all over me. I heard a few faint noises outside the room, so I thought they were coming back. but a few seconds later, the noise grew much louder, now sounding like explosions and gunshots. I thought to myself that I was probably hallucinating or coming up with the noises, due to the fact that I hadn't eaten or drank anything since I had been captured. And along with that I had a migraine and my ears were ringing like crazy. But the longer the noise was there, the more clearly I heard it. I tried not to pass out so I could hear more. A few minutes later, just as I was about to close my eyes, I saw the door to the room be knocked down. I saw a man walk through the door. I couldn't hear anything besides the ringing anymore, but I could tell that the man yelled something to someone. the last thing I saw before I completely fainted as the man running towards me.

      I woke up in a different room. The room wasn't dark and cold, It was actually very luxurious, with white walls and very high ceilings and golden finishing. There were also windows on each side of the bed that I was on, sunlight pouring into them. I almost gasped at how beautiful the room was, until I saw the same man that I had seen before I passed out sitting on a chair beside the bed, clearly zoned out. I slowly sat up in the bed. "Ummm..." I quietly said, trying to get his attention. He snapped out of it and looked at me with wide eyes. "Oh you're awake..." he said, slightly stuttering. "Yeah.... where exactly am I?" I asked. "You're in the FBI headquarters. we invaded the CIA yesterday and I found you. You passed out pretty much right as I got to you. What the heck did they do?" "Wait so I'm in Washington?" "Well, no. This is actually the main headquarters, the one in Washington is just the "main" to the public. Wait, why am I telling you this?" I could tell he was talking to himself on the last part. "Anyways, you never answered my question." He said, almost as if asking. I didn't like recalling the memory, but I decided to be polite. "Um, I was just walking down the street one day and someone grabbed me from an ally and knocked me out. I woke up in that room. I didn't know where I was and these men came in, and, well they did horrible things." I looked away as I told him, trying to cover up the fact that I was holding back tears. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Just know that you're safe here. But do you have any idea why they took you?"

"No sir." I replied, but I knew I was lying. I knew exactly why they took me. You see, I am a former CIA agent. And might I say, I was the best of the best. I was the top agent, always getting the most important missions. I did countless wrong things, not knowing it. But one day I took a step back and realized that I was on the wrong side. I snuck out one night, attempting to leave that life behind. But two years later, they found me, leading to me being here. But of course I didn't tell him that. "You don't have to call me that, my name's Wayde." he said. It was just then that I actually got a good look at him. He was very pale, with black hair combed to the side, and Blue eyes. His face was slim and he was also very tall and thin, but very muscular. He was wearing a short sleeved white dress shirt and a black vest over it with black dress pants. Also, he had a bit of a British accent. He was actually very handsome. "Well, nice to meet you Wayde, I'm Ada."

"Yes, I know. We brought up your file." he said as he picked up a folder which I hadn't noticed. "Says here you are a... Second grade teacher? Is that right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Right, it also says here that you have firearm experience? Did you used to be in the police force?"

"No sir- I mean Wayde. My father Used to be an officer before he passed away and taught me how to use a few guns." I was also very skilled at lying, another thing the CIA had trained me to do.

"Oh, well I'm guessing it's the same thing with the martial arts experience too?"

I nodded. "Well don't mean to cut the conversation short, but is there maybe, like, a kitchen here?" I asked.