Obviously lunch time wasn't a time to eat as much as it was a time to shower and grab a few chips off the table. I saw everyone except One disappear into their rooms.

"Morons. They're just going to train more after," He muttered in annoyance, walking over. He grabbed a bowl of something out of the fridge, sat at the table and ate it. I hesitated then walked over and went through the fridge.

"Do you guys ever get groceries?" I muttered in frustration. He grunted and took a sip of water.

"Once bi-weekly. There's some stuff in the pantry." He nodded to the door. "You're not seriously gonna eat out here, right?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

"Of course I am." I went rummaging through the pantry and found a bag of popcorn. I sighed in annoyance but stuck it in the microwave. He didn't even spare me a glance but as soon as the first kernel popped he jumped in surprise. He stood and opened the microwave, glaring furiously at me.

"We don't eat the popcorn. I don't even know why we have any." He grabbed it and threw it in the trash.

"Hey! I was going to eat that!" He glared at me, knife sharp. Enough for me to take a step back. "Gosh. Re-freaking-lax." I rolled my eyes and walked back into the pantry. I let out a sigh as i walked out.

I saw a bowl on the table, filled with food, and One was gone. There was a note. 'Eat this. And throw away that freaking popcorn.' I smiled a bit and went searching for a fork to eat the spaghetti. An alarm went off. People were out of their rooms quickly. Unsure what to do, I ran over to a girl I thought was Seventeen and quickly realized it wasn't. Three turned around.

"I-"

She hesitated then nodded. "Follow me." She walked up the stairs and to the briefing room.

"What's going on? I thought Seventeen said lunch was half an hour, that was definitely not half an hour. I mean I-"

"Will you shut up?" She groaned. I clenched my jaw shut and she walked into the briefing room. We all took our seats quickly and I heard the others whispering in confusion. I saw One across the room, leaning back in his chair. He looked a bit worried. Okay, so this wasn't normal. That was good.

"Everyone, silence," Blade said quickly. Everyone was quickly silent. "We got an alert, a few minutes ago, giving us the time and location of a person we need to get rid of." He pushed a button on a remote, and the screen lit up behind him. It was a picture of a man, I guesstimated around forty years of age. He was surrounded by a paparazzi of people. It took me a moment but I recognized him as an influencer. "We don't know much, but just that he will be in Virginia at ten this Saturday. We know the hotel he'll be at. One."

"Yes sir?"

"We can't mess this up. He has guards. I need you on it."

"Yes sir."

"Let's let our newest agent test her skills on the field. Twenty One, you will be accompanying One and..." everyone seemed to want to go as his eyes glazed over them. "Three. And Twelve you'll go too." I could tell the blonde boy sitting in practically the middle looked ecstatic. I couldn't be more disappointed with the outcome.

"Yes sir," Three and Twelve chimed.

"Yes sir," I said quietly.

"Good. We have four days to come up with a plan and do some training. You four are dismissed. Independent training for the four of you. Expect a meeting before seven tonight."

"Yes sir," we all said together. My head was spinning. I was sure I was going to be more of a supporting role, but I really wasn't ready to kill someone, if it came to that.

"Good. The rest of you come with me. One, I want you to get a bit of training in with the other three. Help them out a bit. Especially the newest agent." I frowned a bit as One groaned in annoyance.

"Yes sir."

"Good. All of you can finish your lunch break before continuing." They all stood and I quickly walked out of the room. Seventeen ran up to me, practically bouncing.

"Are you excited? Your first mission and you've only been here for a couple days! I would be so excited. It took me almost two weeks to get my first mission! And such an important person too, he gave you a whole four days for planning!" "Wow. You seem way to energetic over the idea of killing someone," I mumbled.

"Well I mean. I've never killed someone." Her voice dropped. "That's One's job. You just have to get them out of the way. One is the only person I've ever seen shoot someone. He seemed energetic over the id-"

Someone cleared their throat behind us and I quickly looked over to see One standing behind us. He raised his brows.

"Less gossiping would benefit you," he said deeply, his eyes dark. Seventeen gulped but I smiled, and walked into the kitchen, ignoring him. Seventeen followed me quickly. I saw the spaghetti and sighed, finding a fork and sitting down to eat it. One was leaning on the door. "Thanks for the spaghetti, by the way," I said sweetly as I took a bite. Seventeen's brows furrowed.

"Whatever. Meet me in the upstairs training room. Fifteen minutes. If you see Twelve bring him along." I nodded and took another bite. He grumbled something under his breath and walked away.

"I don't know how he hasn't killed you yet," Seventeen muttered. I ran a finger along a bruise on my leg from earlier.

"He's gotten close enough at this point. And I have to spend the next four days with him. You can expect me dead before the mission." She scoffed. "He wouldn't actually kill you. It'll be fine. Trust me. I'm so jealous. I wish I could tease him and survive. The dude is hot as h-"

"Eww!" I interrupted, scrunching up my nose. "He's a jerk. That kinda evens out his looks."

"But imagine dating him..." she trailed off and I rolled my eyes. "That's an awful thought, Seventeen." She laughed. I rolled my eyes and took a few more bites.

"Why did he give you his spaghetti?" "I don't know. Something about popcorn." Her eyes went wide, she walked into the pantry and frowned as she walked out with a bag of popcorn. She threw it away.

"We shouldn't have any of it. You know what it sounds like? It sounds like shooting. Guns." I nodded.

"I thought so." I glanced at the clock. "I should probably go." I stood and walked out of the room.

"Good luck!" Seventeen called. I ignored her and ran up the stairs and walked into the training room. I saw One there with Three. They were both silent, and both looked more bitter than usual, sitting against opposite walls but not looking at each other. I cocked my head but knocked on the open door. They both looked over and Three got a more annoyed look while One's face remained the same.

"Did I interrupt something?"

"No." One stood and Three groaned before pushing herself up. One handed me a gun. "Couldn't find Twelve?"

"Nope."

"No sir," he corrected.

"No need to call me sir, One." His face hardened. But I heard a small chuckle from Three. I took the gun. "A S&W. Double action." My hands ran over the beautiful gun. ".500. Almost four and a half pounds. Four inch barrel. Five rounds. Averaged around fifteen hundred on the market. This is a nice gun," I said smiling at him. I saw something in his face change as he cocked his head. "You know your guns."

"Well I certainly wasn't hired for my fighting moves," I replied quietly. I stared at the gun and looked up to see him staring at me. He raised his brows.

"Well then. Go ahead and give it a try. Let's see your aim. Stand behind this line. You're going for the target." I stood right behind the line, aimed, and shot the dead center of the target.