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Three different people, one that was kidnapped, one an orphan, and one a runaway, all taken into one organization and raised to become super soldiers for the US military. All were trained to their extent and even had to learn and take in information at a quick rate. Although, ten years have passed, all of the training, experiments, and information has made these three sick of it all, and so they escape. Now, while still hiding from their former organization, they put their skills to good use, becoming assassins.


Warning Warning: Contains Cursing and possibly very descriptive gore scenes (If I'm not that lazy). I'd say about 17+ since I will be using F-bombs, but if you can read with the Gaia Filter on then I'm not stopping you.


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XXXXXXXXXXChapter 2
XXXXXXXXXX[My Story]

Where was I supposed to begin? There were many places to start, but I guess that telling him my story would be the best thing, after all, that's what I knew the most. "Alright. Let's start with me. And how I got into this crap." I remember my old life pretty well, actually. I was told that remembering it would bring more pain, but I wasn't one to listen to the Head of CEETO. "Nathan Fan, Male, 20, Asian, Callsign: Birdseye, exceeding in intelligence." As I begun to tell him my story, the images started flashing in my head, all from my life before being kidnapped.

Flashback

Seven years of my life were spent being raised by two loving and caring parents who devoted all their spare time towards me and each other. Now, they wouldn't spend their money on every single thing I wanted, but they did do what they could to make me happy. My mother, a teacher, and my father, a doctor, made it so that I had the best of everything.
Education wise, I was sent to private school to receive top quality education, and I was able to absorb all of that knowledge pretty well, actually. I would work my hardest and complete my work quickly and perfectly. True, I seemed too smart for the class, but I think it's because of my parents why I am this intelligent.
My mother was a high school teacher, and she loved it, despite the behavior of some of her unruly students. She seemed too young to be a teacher, only 34 at the time, in fact, she was able to pass for a Senior if she wore the uniform. She hoped for me to attend the school she was teaching at, but she would be happy with anywhere I went. As long as I went to college and was able to hold down a well-paying job, then she knew that her real job was complete.
My father was a doctor who had a degree in anatomy, and he even went to the Marines to become a combat medic, and although the disturbing sights he's behold during operations, he still loved the feeling of saving a life. He was about four years older than my mother, but the white hair he was growing already would make him seem like he was in his forties. He wanted me to study medical, but if my goal was to go to engineering or anything else, then he would be content with that.
Those two met about three years before conceiving me, and it was all through my father's work that brought them together. My mother got into an accident, in which she was taken to the hospital and had to undergo surgery in order to survive. My father, who had no idea at the time who she was, had been assigned to operate on her. He did a tremendous job and saved her life, and she was very grateful for that. About a year after that, my father and mother started dating, due to reasons that I explained already, and they got married after that. I know, a nice story ain't it? And it only got better from there.
First came me, a healthy baby boy, and for the next six years, we were a happy family of three. Too bad that ended when I was six years old. My parents decided to have another baby, and it too was a son. The years of being a family of three were over, but now a family of four had been created. I loved my brother, and although he never got to know me much, I know that he loves me back.
My brother was a little like me, in fact, he showed signs of surpassing me. My parents were already using those education videos for babies, and he was already able to follow what the words said on the screen. I was never exposed to those when I was a baby, and I was happy that my brother was able to learn that quickly. It's a shame he never really got to know me.
I can't remember the exact date it happened, but it was probably one week after I went to the doctors. Just a few scans on my body, blood tests, eye exams, hearing tests, etc. Nothing seemed wrong at all, in fact, I don't think it has anything to do with how I got kidnapped. It was just that one unfortunate day I was walking home from school. Yeah, I lived close to my school and would walk there on occasions, and it just happened to be that one occasion that I was kidnapped. Just a couple of vehicles driving by, all of different colors. This neighborhood was quiet, so a kidnapping would kinda be noticeable. Not this one. I thought it was just on of the neighbors walking by, but what happened when we passed each other revealed that he wasn't from the neighborhood. A van, probably red or brown, had its door opening for some reason, and I never realized it, but all of them were from CEETO, including that stranger. He grabbed me and threw me in the van, where a bag went over my head and some funny smelling thing was shoved over my mouth and nose to knock me out.
I awoke about an hour or two later and found the bag was still over my head. I didn't know where I was, but I could tell that I was being carried over someone's muscular shoulder. My feet, which were facing the direction we were walking, had hit one of the doors on a pair of double doors and opened it courteously for the man who was carrying me into the room, but the door closed and hit against the side of my head as I was being carried by. I tried to move my arms, but they're bound together by something that felt like plastic. I tried to moved my legs, but they were bound together as well by something thin, but I couldn't tell what it was made of.
After being carried through another pair of double doors, I could tell that the room was dark as barely any light was seeping through the bag over my head. I was thrown onto the ground and someone had freed my arms and legs. I heard two other people talking around me and trying to get the bag off of my head, which they did immediately. I look at the two and they pulled me up to my feet, both of them were pretty nice people, and figured that this wasn't so bad. "Hi, I'm Nathan Fan. It seems that we've all been kidnapped."

There was a girl to the right, she was a bit shorter than me and younger, and she had white skin that was accompanied by short black hair and hazel eyes. The girl smiled at me, in which I returned a smile as well. "Yeah, but it seems that you were brought in differently." She extended her hand out towards me. "By the way, I'm Anne Fields. Nice to meet you, Nathan."

I extended my hand out and shook hers, she had a pretty strong grip for a girl. "Nice to meet you, Anne." I turned my head over to look at the guy who was standing to the left. He was taller and his arms were big for his size, a Hispanic boy with brown skin, very short light brown hair, and light brown eyes.

I--a young Asian kid with short black hair, tan skin that was noticeably lighter than his, and dark brown eyes--extended my hand out to shake his hand, which were crossed over his chest. His only response was a scoff and turning his head away. "How many more shorties are they going to bring in here?"

And hearing this made me confused as to why he had the attitude towards being kidnapped. "You seem awfully calm about being kidnapped. I mean, don't you hear about what happens to kid when they're kidnapped?"

"I couldn't care less." Was his response. "Besides, if I wanted to go with them, it wouldn't count as kidnapping. Especially if I knew why they were doing it."

"Yeah, I mean, it was strange at first, but they told me why and I actually went quietly." So apparently kidnapping wouldn't count towards these two, but I was definitely kidnapped. "But, yours was different than mine and Rick's." Jessica told me.

"If you guys wanted to go, then what's going on?" I asked. "Are we just candidates who were chosen for some special experiments?"

"Exactly, Mr. Fan." A voice that came out of nowhere had said. The owner of the voice had stepped out of the darkness and walked forward. He was a tall, African-American, gentleman with a thinning head and gray facial hair stubble. "Well, actually you are half right."

"How do you know me?" I asked him.

"We picked you for a reason. And knowing your name would help with what's going to happen." He said to me. "I am Roman Greenberg. Agent Watchdog would be better for you to remember."

"Wait, picked us for what?" I asked him back.

"I can't answer that fully. I'm just in charge of your well-beings." He extended his arm to the side and pointed into the darkness. "You have to ask the head of this organization."

We all looked at the direction he pointed, and it was nothing but dark in that area. I was starting to worry if this man's old age was getting to him. Suddenly, the lights had turned on in the room, and we found a man standing where we were looking. He was well-dressed, wearing a dark blue suit with a matching tie, dress shoes, but his features were a receding black hairline and a neatly groomed mustache with traces of gray hair. "Hello, agents. Welcome to CEETO, Classified Extensive and Experimental Training Organization. I am Frank Foresight."

Although I didn't know what classified meant, I knew that extensive was closely related to extend, and experimental was just an extended version of experiment with a similar meaning, and from watching TV allowed me to know what training was. "Agents? What's going on?" I asked him.

"I'm sure a smart kid like you can tell by just thinking about the names." He told me. "But, Anne might not know. So, I'll tell you. You've all been recruited into CEETO because of your physical statuses, and all three of you have met or exceeded the requirements." Some of these big words were confusing me a bit. "I know that you are concerned about your home, mostly you, Nathan, but not to worry, we have it under control. Now, as the name suggest, you, our new agents, will be undergoing extensive training and experiments to boost your physical abilities. I know it sound dangerous, but not worry as we have everything accounted for and have made necessary precautions." More big words for my young mind to try and fail to process. "And even though you're not in school anymore, we've taken care of that. Agent Watchdog is in charge of your education and pretty much when you are not in training or experiments."

"But, I don't want to do this! I want to go back home!" I demanded, just like how a normal boy my age would.

"Don't act so childish." He told me, which was ironic as I was a child. "You can't go back home anymore. We've already told you what we're doing and can't risk that information leaking out. Besides, we've never found worthy candidates like yourselves. We've already prepared everything for you, and we've already thrown away too much money to let that go to waste. So just deal with it and cooperate, it will make things easier on you. Now, Watchdog, please take agents Brick, Birdseye, and Phantom to their rooms."

Watchdog walked over to us and the first thing that was asked was by Anne. "What did he just call us?" She asked, confused as to why the names were given to each of them.

"Agent Phantom, which is you, Anne Fields. We'll explain more on why we gave you that name later." He then turned to me and Rick. "Nathan Fan, AKA Birdseye, and Ricardo Martinez, callsign Brick, both of you, along with Phantom, follow me. I'll take you to your rooms now."

Back to Reality

"Well, that pretty much wraps up my story. Mine was pretty long, if I tell you about Phantom or Brick then it's going to be pretty short. I mean, if I was writing a story, they would be in one chapter probably." I chuckled a bit at the joke and Drake did as well.

"You can tell about to two right now. It's not like I'm writing a book." He returned a joke, in which we both chuckled at.

XXXXXXXXXX[End of Ch2]