“Glad you called. We’ve been looking for people to fill this position for months.” Jesy picked me up from my apartment and began to drive down the street. She didn’t tell me where we were going.
She parked the car outside a tall grey building. I followed her inside the building. “Jes, he shouldn’t be aloud in here.” A guy, a few years older than I was, approached our direction. “Carter, he’s with me. Besides, he’s the new recruit I’ve been telling Anderson about.” Jesy said. Carter’s eyes glanced at me for just a few seconds.
“He’s your problem, not ours. If Anderson-”
“Anderson knows, which is why I’m taking Harry here to meet him.” Jesy interrupted, then began walking. Immediately, I followed after her and entered the elevator. “That’s Carter. He’s a tough guy, if you ask me. He’s real nice once you get to know him.” She answered my question even before I could ask it.
“Who’s Anderson?” I asked.
“My boss. He’s the head of this entire agency, well private. We’re like the CIA, FBI, etc. The government doesn’t really pay us to do this work, but Anderson’s a very rich man. He built this agency from the ground up.”
We reached the thirtieth floor and stepped out, then walked down a long hallway. “Honestly, he’s got more balls than any of us around here. He’s always looking for someone to replace him. What I mean by that is: looking for someone to be the boss when he retires. He can’t always be on that pedestal forever.”
We reached a tall grey-black door when Jesy reached her hand up to knock. A faint ‘come in’ echoed on the other side of the door. Jesy opened the door, entered first and I reluctantly followed her in.
The room was fairly large with a black desk sitting in the middle of the entire room. The window was directly behind the desk. “You must be Harry Styles.” The man, who I assumed was Anderson, said.
“Yes, I am.” I said.
“Please have a seat.” He motioned to the two white chairs that were positioned before the desk. Jesy and I both sat, facing him. “Why did you decide to take our offer?” he asked.
I didn’t have any good reasons, except for the one about Genevieve. I decided to hold back from saying anything about her. “I sought after an opportunity I’m willing to take.” I replied.
“This is a very tough job Mr Styles.” Anderson stated. “There’s a lot of training involved and a lot of secrecy to be kept from the outside world. You mustn’t tell anyone about this agency.”
“I am aware of that sir.”
“Good, training starts next monday. Agent Nelson will debrief you on everything you need to know.” Anderson told us that we were free to leave. Jesy and I stood from our seats, then exited the room. “You passed the first test. Anderson loves you.” Jesy said as we entered the elevator.
“How can you tell?” I asked.
“It’s the same look he gave another member of our agency, Ethan Jensen. He’s not seen around here too often because he’s the boss of his own company, Jensen Enterprises & Co. When he is here, he’s praised like he’s the prince or something.”
I could tell by the tone of her voice that she didn’t like Ethan very much. We exited the elevator and upon entering the lobby, another guy approached us. “Jes, I see you’ve found a new play-toy for your collection.” he said.
Jesy rolled her eyes and said, “Harry, this is Ethan Jensen - the guy I was just telling you about.”
“Hopefully she said some good things about me.” Ethan smiled. Maybe Jesy had a slight crush on Ethan. I mean, she could act like she hated him. “Well, since you’re new, let me be the one to give you a tour. Follow me.”
Ethan began to walk off in another direction. I allowed myself to follow while Jesy followed a few feet behind. He began to talk about each of the locations we passed by.
“Each of the agents here have their own office/apartment corresponding to their rank. As they move higher and higher, the office space becomes much larger than the previous one. You will notice when you start moving from rank to rank.
“This is the training room where all novices [that’s you] will be partnered up with an experienced agent [myself or Jesy or any other high ranking agents] to train them. You will train for three different things: combat, weaponry, and logic.” He went on about a lot of other things that I took no interest in, but I listened anyway.
That monday, I started my training with other novices. Some looked like they didn’t even belong there. Ethan didn’t look like the type to work here either, but I’m pretty sure that I would be proven wrong.
The first part of our training was combat and I was paired, of course, with Carter. “Well, lookie here, if it isn’t the newbie.” A sly smile spread across his face. First they showed us the moves needed to take down our opponent and then we had to try to do it.
The whistle blew and within the minute mark, I had taken him down. “Hey Carter, looks like you got your ass kicked by a newbie!” Jesy called back.
“Wipe the smirk off your face kid. Again.” Carter was pissed, but every single time, I had always taken him down. As the weeks progressed, I became better than before. Anderson noticed that I was improving. “At this rate, you can fill that spot.” Jesy smiled.
She and I were eating out for lunch. We were joined by Ethan, Carter, and another guy, Louis Tomlinson. Louis and I met in the weaponry room. We clicked instantly. “Rumor has it, you might be one of Anderson’s picks to run the company.” Louis smiled.
“Squirt has got a long way to go.” Carter reminded him. It took Carter to warm up to me, but he finally came around. He was right though. I did have a long way to go. Logical training was harder than the other two. "How do you do it?" I ask Jesy. She was my partner to train with.
"Harry, it's simple. It's basically a plan on how to get in and out of a situation you're in. You always have to know your exits, where you're going. You always have to plan ahead or even in other cases, right on on the spot.
"Yes, both combat and using weapons are all fun and games, but your mind is what gets you out of the situation." she answered. I sigh as she went over a blueprint of a building, asking me the best escape routs and what to do if those routes are unavailable.
"Always have a backup." I said.
"Good. Harry, I believe in you. I know you will pass this test, all three of them. The other two are important, but logic - it's the most difficult one. You have to try and outsmart the other opponent. You can suck on the other two, but not this one. Do you understand me?" I nod in reply, then she began the lecture again until I finally understood the concept.
The day of the test had come. I had never been so nervous for anything in my entire life, but I was ready. I knew I was ready. I was testing with the other novices. I guess Anderson was testing to see how many of us can finish our test with the pressure from other novices being there. At the end of the day, we were all finished.
I felt confident, but not too confident. Each of us were given the results, but I was too afraid to open mine. "Give me that." Jesy grabbed the envelope from my hands and opened it.
She read the paper that was inside. "I knew it! I knew you were going to pass... all three." Carter, Louis, and Ethan gathered around her as they looked over her shoulder. "What?" I asked.
"You're the first person, or maybe one of the few that's ever passed the test with a perfect score." She handed me the paper and I glanced at the results. She was right, I did pass every test.
"That's unbelievable." Carter said.
"We should go out and celebrate." Louis suggested.
"I'll catch up with you guys later. I have some business to discuss." Ethan said, then exited the building. Carter also said he had some work to finish up, but congratulated me on passing the test.
That left Jesy, Louis, and I to go celebrate. The three of us went to a local restaurant. I learned more about Louis and that he moved here from Doncaster. I was surprised that I've met some people from the UK. "I moved here after college as well. You'll like living here." he said.
It had been a year since I moved here and started working at the agency. I was just leaving my apartment to go meet up with Jesy and Louis when my phone rang. The caller ID was from an unknown number.
I had a feeling that it was going to be bad news. I picked up anyway. "Styles, it's Anderson." Anderson's voice came through the phone. I could tell by the tone in his voice that something was wrong. Something... happened.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Your mother... is dead."