“Trust me, you don’t want to know” I said hiding a smug smile only showing a cold knowing glare. “Now give me what I am here for, or I my just have to take this bac-“ “No” the hooded man said loudly, showing his fear that this thing that could change his life could be taken away in a instant. “Guards bring the girl in. The two henchmen with a similar mask as the man that sits idly in front of me, disappeared into the shadows of the room. One minute went by, two minutes, going onto five miniuts. The hooded man in front of me nervously twiddling his thumbs over and over, honestly he is stressing me out, but I can’t let him see that. I won’t let him see that.

Eventually a the girl is dragged into the room joking the party of silence, only able to look down at the feet. I stand up to look her over. Her body thin as if she hasn’t ate a meal in days, her skin dirty, as I circle the girl, she became frozen as if she was a statue. Stopping right in front of her, I grab her chin and tilt it up towards me. Her crystal blue eyes look as if she had no more tears to cry. “I’ll take her.” I said looking into this girls eyes. “Well it looks like this concludeds this meeting. I will have my men escort you to your vehicles. Pleasure doing business with you.” The hooded man exclaimed sounding excited that he got what he wanted, at least what he thought he wanted. “Like wise.” I responded taking the girls hands dragging her to the car.

As we enter the car, I told the driver to drive to the safe house, the girl sitting to my left is curled up into a small ball staring out the window. “Analise,” I said in the calmest, voice my rugged voice could muster, ”Analise, you are safe now. I am secret agent Ross, and I am here to take you home.”

At those words the girl came out of her trance, and finally said, “What’s the catch? There is always a catch.” This girl may look innocent but in reality she is wise beyond her years, as I looked at my hands a said, “the catch is, your not going home.”

“Good I don’t belong there anymore. May I ask where we are going?” Analise asked, while playing with her long raven back hair. “We are going to a special training academy, but you already knew that didn’t you.”

“And what if I did?”

Analise went from a scared little damsel, too a feisty young women in a matter of minutes.

“The United States is putting together a new program, a program of exceptional beings like you, and me.”

“You?” She said questionably like there was no way she couldn’t have known.

“Yes me, that’s why you can’t read my mind unless I let you, like earlier you didn’t want to know who I was, or what my intentions where, you only wanted to know what was in the bag.”

“Way to make a girl curious.”

Her eyes turned from treat stained to a fire blasting through her being only able to be seen through those ocean blue windows to the soul.

“Look you will have everything you will ever need in this program and more, if you corroborate.”

“Corporate doing what exactly.” She asked seeming genially curious, the first time I say her with this look.

“Getting information, being trained to go on missions, after a year you could either continue or you can go free and live the rest of your life.

She seems to be thinking, as he pop her knuckles, the sound to me is just as pleasant as nails on a chalkboard. “And if I don’t accept your genius offer?” She said seeming sarcastic but with a ounce of realness to her responses.

Well, the president could always order us to take you back to where we found you.”

At this comment her eyes dilated quickly before responding to normal as if she was getting a vision. “Stop the car.” she said loudly “I said stop.” The car slow as down to a stop quickly sling myself and Analise forward hitting the seat in front of us hardly, then we see a young boy run out into the middle of the street up where we should have been, if it wasn’t for her, For Analise.

“I’ll do it on one condition”

“And that is?”

“If You tell me what is in the bag?”

“Deal, the bag had what looked like the the girl with pearl earrings, painting. I was undercover as a art theith that made custom replacements, hat he doesn’t know is that he got the replacement, 7.99 for the museuim of art.” I told the girl wut a growing smirk growing across my face.

“So I was traded for a old picture?”

“Pretty much, now go ahead and rest up, you start training bright and early tomorrow”

“Yay, can’t wait” she said with the same sarcastic tone as before.