I was sweating. Heat had taken over my body. I stared back at the man who had told me to come closer. I didn't want to, I didn't want to go over to him. I turned my head slightly back to where Dark and the woman were standing.

"Go." She said.

I hesitated. I couldn't predict what was going to happen. He might shoot me or he might not. Should I take my chances.

I guess it didn't really matter, it's not like I could escape. Looking back on it, I'm not sure why I left the house with them. Then I remember I was forced. Technically this was all his fault. I could have been at home. In my bed doing homework, watching TV, or just anything.

I'm going in to deep. I can't keep letting these people control me, hurt me, drag me around. First it was the chase, then it was the interrogation. After that it was the car ride, then there was the pain. Followed by the gun situation, and finally finished off by getting caught by the woman. It was one thing after the other.

It was to much. My breath had quickened, and I began to walk backwards. I bumped into something and spun around. I looked up and saw that it was Dark. He stared down at me.

I stared back at him. His eyes held so much emotion. I just wanted to squeeze it out of him.

I turned back around and began to walk closer to the man. Only to turn back around dashing toward the door.

Dark and the women immediately grabbed my arm. I tried to pull away. The woman twisted my hand backwards causing me to scream. My reaction was to kick her in her side. She grabbed her stomach with one hand, yet she still held onto me. I kicked her again, in thoughts that she would let go, but she didn't. She only threw me a murderous glare.

"Let me go, let go. I don't want to do this anymore!" I shrieked. Dark pulled me back.

I was facing away from him. So I was staring directly at the woman. She began to walk toward me, but I didn't want her anywhere near me, so I charged toward her knocking her down.

Dark released my arms, and I ran toward the door, however I didn't even get to reach the door because my legs were swept from under me. I fell on my knees, which was extremely painful. Someone pulled me up roughly by my arm again, I flew to the left, however regained my balance.

I saw the woman out of the corner of my eyes to the left, she swung her left hand out to hit me, I put my arms up to cover my face.

She pulled my hands away from my face and grabbed my neck. I tried to pry her hands of my neck, but she had a strong hold.

I kicked her in the stomach, hard. She didn't even flinch. So I kicked her again even harder. She was holding my neck so tight, I couldn't breath. I felt the blood rushing to my head.

I was about to pass at any second. I dug my fingers into her hand. I began to kick her in the stomach, repeatedly. This only caused her to squeeze tighter.

I needed oxygen. I began to move backwards at a fast pace. There was a bookcase behind me and as soon as I got close to it, I spun around and crashed the woman into it.

Books went flying everywhere. She released my neck. I dropped to the ground, breathing in and out fast. Sucking in all air I could. I couldn't get enough. I was so dizzy.

I stood up and turned around, only to get hit in the face with a book. My head whipped to the side.

The woman then dragged me forward roughly.

I went crashing into someone, I looked up to see it was Marcela.

'Oh god.'

She had a gun in her hand, however it wasn't pointed at me. She lifted it up to try to hit me with the butt of the gun.

As it was coming down, I grabbed it to take it away from her. Which didn't work out because she wouldn't let it go.

"Let go, Whitney."

She raised the gun in the air in hopes that I wouldn't be able to reach it. I still had a grip on it though; I tried to pull it down to my level.

I yanked it to the right. She had her hand on the trigger and was trying to keep a hold of it without pulling the trigger.

That didn't work though, because her hand slipped. Bullets started shooting out at an unruly speed. We were spinning in a circle, so bullets hit every wall in the room.

The sound of them ripping through each surface was deafening.

There was an enormous glass window in the room and I tried to stop the release of the bullet flying toward it but I was to late.

It was almost in slow motion. I watched as the bullet and the glass came in contact. As the glass shattering started to spread until the whole surface had to turned into little pieces of shard.

When all of the glass pieces had fallen, I just stood. In total shock, my mouth had fallen open.

I heard someone stand up. It was the man, his face showed an emotion I couldn't describe.

He stared at me; then licked his dry lips and let out a puff of air.

"Sit." He said calmly.

I walked toward the chair slowly. It was so quiet; the only noise I heard was my feet hitting the wooden floor.

I gently placed myself in the chair.

He took his eyes of me to look at Marcela. "Come here, your going to sit as well."

"What it was-"

"I said to sit, and when I speak you listen!" He spoke in a loud whisper. But she knew he wasn't playing, his voice was lethal.

Marcela quickly shut her big mouth. I guess she obeyed authority.

"Wintry, right?" He asked me.

I nodded my head.

"There's no need to speak, I already know everything. You've certainly made a lasting impression on everyone. You seem very aggressive. The way you pushed my wife into that bookcase was quite appalling."

'Oh my god! His wife?'

He lifted his hand up, signaling that he did not want a reply.

"Do you know where you are?"

I shook my head.

"Speak." He said slightly.

"No." I said softy.

"Have you ever heard of S.A.B.A?"

"No."

"Good." He smiled lightly. " Well

SABA is an acronym for Secret Agent Bureau Association. This is the headquarters, welcome." He gave me a bright smile showing all his teeth.

'Secret Agent Bureau Association?'

"You seem confused, let me explain. Where you are now is a secret agent- spy organization. These people are all secret agents." He said moving his hand around to everyone in the room.

"You guys are spies?" I said in disbelief.

It was his turn to nod his head.

"Like James Bond?" I felt stupid for asking, but I had too.

"Yes, and Im very happy to have you here as a replacement."

'Replacement?'

He took his attention of of me to speak to Marcela.

She opened her mouth to speak, but never got too.

"You shot Arlo?"

"I-"

He shook his head. "You're suspended for a seven months."

"What!" She scrambled up from her chair.

"I'm not going to repeat myself."

"Wha- What, you can't do this! You- You'll never replace me. You will never find someone as good as me." She tilted her head up as if she had saved herself.

"Your not irreplaceable. Trust me."

"You can't do this! Who are you going to replace me with!"

He raised his eyebrow and slightly tilted his head.

Her eyes widened in shock as she suddenly understood something.

"Wintry I'll leave you in the hands of Dark and Wolf. Your training will start early in the morning."

'My training, what was he talking about?'

The man looked at Dark.

"You know what this means, right?" Dark suddenly appeared in front of me.

He reached his hands out for me to take them and I did. He pulled me up.

I stood up, facing him.

"No." I spoke in a whisper.

He looked into my eyes as if he were speaking to directly into my soul.

"Well this means that you, Wintry Mara Storm are recruited.