MITCHS POV
The sudden sound of metal doors being opened startled me awake. Instantly sitting up from the bed, I looked at the two guards who stood at the doorway.

"What time is it?" I asked blankly, as if anyone would answer me.

"Mitch Rapp, you're due for duty." One guard said, totally ignoring my question. "Get up, you leave at 13:00." With that, the guard and his company left me.

What the hell does 'you're due for duty' mean?

I slipped into some clothes that the CIA, or whatever you want to call them, lended me. They must've had me planned for living in this shit hole cell for a month, as they did provide me with clothes, that were exactly my size. Needless to say, i'm ready to get out of here.

Footsteps made their way down the hall, to my cell. Looking up, it was the same guard from before. "Pack a bag. You're not coming back." Then again, walked away.

'Not coming back'? Where the hell am I going?

I grabbed a duffel bag that sat in the corner of the room and placed all the clothes in it. Hopefully, they're setting me free.

Grabbing the full bag and walking out of the cell, as i'd like to call it, two men stood at the end of the hallway next to the door.

"So, where i'm I goin-" My voice was muffled by a hand from the guard. "There's no time for talking. Put this on." He handed me a black blind fold. They cannot be serious...

After staring at it for about a minute, I took orders and wrapped it around my eyes. Next thing I knew I was being pushed out the door by the two guards. I'm guessing they took me out of the whole facility, since a second later I was being thrown into a car.

"Mitch, lovely to see you again." The sound of a woman rang out, I know exactly who it is. Ive been hearing this same old voice for over a month.

"Kennedy." I replied back, short, but not sweet.

"You can take off the blindfold." Slipping it off, I looked out the window to see us driving through the woods. I have no idea where I am, hell I don't even know if I'm in the United States.

I sat in the van as Irene explained to me where I was going. She exclaimed that she's sending me to a guy named Stan Hurley, who would potentially train me. Although, I know I don't I need any training they're still sending me to this guy. Let's see how pathetic this operation of theirs goes.

As the van pulled up to a house, Irene got out and a man came out from the house,who I assumed was Hurley. Irene and the man talked to each other for a moment before she got back in the car, and turned towards me with a small smile."Don't prove me wrong"

Grabbing my bag, I quickly jumped out the car. The van drove away which let reveal the older man and a girl walking out the house behind him. The girl walked up to Stan and stood behind him, crossing her arms.

I watched as the van pulled off "She's not coming back" Stealing my attention, I turned to Stan who was now walking towards me.

"Eyes front and center" he motioned two fingers toward his eyes. "Sorry" I replied,now looking at him dead in the eye "Sorry? Do I look like one of your college professors? You talk to me you call me sir, son."

The girl who was still standing on the stairs let out a little huff of a laugh.I glanced at her and then back at man standing directly in front me.

"Yes sir"

Hurley scanned me for a second. "The fuck you doing here? Some bad things happen to you,some shity things happen to you? Now you wanna go kill those big bad old terrorist, go get the bad guys. What makes you think you can go through my selection process?"

"Permission to speak sir?" "Sure got something to say,say whatever you wanna say. Like this is all some big mistake,and you wanna go home. Wanna go home? Good. Get the fuck out here,I'll drive you myself." Stan spoke to me,I raised an eyebrow at him. He didn't think I would break this easily, did he? It was clear he didn't want me here.

"Not at all sir,I was gonna suggest that we speed this whole thing up." He looked at me a little shocked, I guess wasn't prepared for me to reply back that way. I kept continuing "My guess is the we can go hand to hand and you can figure out in twenty seconds whether or not if I have what it takes to make it through your selection process."

Stan nodded and looked at me with a smirk. He turned his head to a guy who was walking up next to us.

"We got a empty cot,got an empty foot locker. Theyer yours for as long as you can last. Samantha here will be your trainer." He pointed back to the girl who kept quiet behind him and then pointed to the man who stood behind us. "Ryan will take you to your dorm." I turned to Ryan and he motioned his head "follow me." "See you out there" I exclaimed to samantha, even thought I looked at Stan, and followed this guy to what would be my 'dorm'.

We started walking and I spoke to Hurley one last time. "Heard a lot about you,excited to see what you got."

SAMANTHAS POV
I watched as the long haired boy walked away with my brother. Walking down the steps to my father, I noticed he was also watching them walk away. I sighed "Do I seriously have to train him?" "Yup" I groaned "Why can't Ryan train him?" "Because he's already got enough recruits, and our good boss, Irene, said so." My father patted my back. "He seems like an total douchebag" I looked up at my dad. he still watched the boys and replied with his face assed smirk. "Yeah, he probably is."

We walked back into the house,my father told me that we'll start training at 12:30 which meant I had one hour and thirty minutes to prepare myself. God training is gonna suck.