"Wow," I whispered. The room that had opened before him was even bigger than the one I was currently in. I saw most of it was bleached off with glass with a shooting range, yet only one person was there, firing over and over, almost every shot hitting the target, hundreds of yards away. The room was metal on our side of the wall but the other side was wood, which was probably smart to avoid bullets rebounding. The boy seemed around my age, with ear muffs over his black curled hair. "All your training will take place here, Blade said calmly. "Who's that?" I whispered, staring through the glass. "That's One. The best shooter we've got." One shot off four more bullets, hitting all the bullseyes without taking more than a second to aim at each. "His aim is perfect," I mumbled, watching as be reloaded his gun. Blade seemed a bit impatient. "Yes, like I said. He's the best we've got." "He seems nice," I replied. He looked over and grinned before continuing. "Don't be fooled by his smile." "Why?" "Everyone he gets close to dies." Blade continued walking but I was transfixed. At least we had something in common. He smirked a bit at a human figure popped up and he shot the head quickly. "Let's go Althea!" I quickly ran after Neman. "Why is everyone's name a number?" I asked. "Why are you underground? Why are you setting all this u-" "If you want answers, stay quiet and you'll get them." "I just agreed to a job with a lot of gu-" "Do you not want it?" He snapped, turning on me right near a door, where across the glass I could see the bullets sinking into the wood. I flinched as a shot hit the target right beside the glass. "I do. But I'm not going to stand to have the answers dangled over me," I said sharply. "So either I get answers or I quit. You're obviously desperate." He hesitated and I smirked as I realized he had changed his mind. "Fine. What do you want to know?" He leaned against the door. "Why does no one have a name?" "No one here needs a connection. They're part of the bigger plan of world peace." "And how do we plan to achieve world peace?" I scoffed. "Taking out the big bads," he replied. "Saving America from another world war. That kinda stuff." My eyes were wide as he finished it in a nonchalant tone. "Anything else? Didn't think so. Let's get on with it then." He opened the door. My head hurt from the new information and it felt like bursting as we walked into an area of the bunker that seemed like the main area. There were a few people buzzing around. "This isn't our whole staff, just our night owls. We strike at night, so although it's noon in your thoughts, it's around midnight for them." He walked by, greeting them as numbers as opposed to names. The highest one I caught was nineteen. "You're our twenty first member. So as a result, your number will be assigned as twenty-one. You need to completely forget the name Althea. You are now Twenty One. Don't forget it." I nodded quickly. The area was large, a huge screen on the wall furthest from the door. It seemed like a briefing room. There were seats in a semi-circle around the screen. There was a door to the right behind the screen that read "computer lab" and another on the left that read "gun room." However, there was another door beside the one we had entered that Neman led us through. It was another set of stairs leading down. This stair case was a bit wider and evened out after a few minutes to another pathway. He opened a door and it was...more doors. Each had a number on it. At the end, there was a path that lead into an open area with a kitchen and a huge pantry. There were a few more doors branching off, but Neman said, "go ahead, look around the kitchen and get settled into your room. I'll see you at 5:30 in the training room." He walked out. "Sorry sir," I heard a voice say. It was heavily accented. Maybe Scottish? I saw a figure move out of Blade's way then walk into the kitchen. I recognized it as the man who had been shooting the targets. One. He looked worn out and a bit sweaty. He ran a hand through his hair but stopped before he walked past me. "You're the newbie?" He asked. That accent was extremely attractive. Definitely Scottish. His voice seemed condescending in a way. I stood straighter, as if to make up for his foot height above me. "Althea. It's nice to meet you." He smiled a bit. "Not Althea anymore." He walked into the kitchen. I opened my mouth to retort but he held out a pot of coffee. "You drink the coffee, you make more. That's the rules here. Otherwise you're probably gonna get murdered by one of the other twenty agents." I frowned a bit. "I don't drink coffee unless it's done specifically how I like it." He snorted. "Gaol. You don't have room to be that picky here." "Gaol?" I repeated questioningly. He fake saluted me and walked away and into the room labeled One.