“Well this is stupid.” The room reminded me of my Dr's office. A sliding window, and a door next to it. Nothing else.

Looking around, nothing. So I walked up to the window, and knocked.

It slid open. A tall brunette in a dark suit was standing there. “Yes, how can I help you?”

“We are here to start our training.”

“I was waiting on someone to come up to the window. Take the initiative, to move on. Please follow me.” She opened the side door, leading us to another larger room. There was about 20 people seated.

“AH, the next batch.” A man in a dark suit standing at the front stated. “Only 10 more. Please find a seat.”

Once We found a seat. I put my suitcase right in front of me and held my purse in my lap. Glancing around, the others that have been here. Seemed nervous but not terribly so. They sat facing the front of the room, almost a scared. With my nerves I realized I had to go to the bathroom.

I raised my hand. “excuse me, sir. May I use the restroom.”

The rest of the room stared at me. Like I did something wrong.

“Why, yes. You may. Down the hall. Third door on the left.” The guy in front said is a normal voice. He didn't seem angry nor upset. He pointed to the door.

Leaving my suitcase, I took my purse. The guy smiled as I past him. It was just down the hall. Easy to find. I did my business. As I checked my make up after washing my hands. Two other girls rushed in, each taking a stall.

I silently giggled as I heard one say. Woo. I finished and returned to the room. On the way two guys and another girl rushed past me.

As I returned to my seat, I thanked the guy in front.

“Your very welcome.” came in return.

I noticed a couple more people had came to the room. The two girls that rushed into the bathroom returned a couple minutes later. Then more asked to go.

The guy in the front seemed to be getting a kick out of it. He just said yes with a smile.

It got me thinking, Was this some kind of test or something. Hopefully, we will find out. After about a half hour, it seemed that everyone that needed to go had. We also had some more people.

The guy up front stepped up. It looked like he was counting the people.

“All right lets get started” He began. “ I am Agent Fitzkay. I will be one of your instructors while you are here. Welcome to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. You are class 317.

Now, who was the young lady who was the first to ask to use the latrine.” He asked.

I timidly raised my hand. Not knowing if I was in trouble or not.

“Your name please?”

“Sarah Dunkirk”

“Now I want you to remember, what trainee Dunkirk did. She had to use the restroom. And took the initiative to just ask. Ladies and gentleman, this is not the military. If you need something, just ask. Using the restroom is a normal thing for everybody.

I was also told that trainee Dunkirk took the initiative in the waiting room to just knock on the window. Yes, those where tests. The only one who gets full points is Trainee Dunkirk.”

OH, God. I thought. I must have turned red with embarrassment. It was not like I had planned on doing it. It just happened.

Agent Fitzkay took the next two hours to go over the training we would be receiving. Both the physical and the mental challenges. Class room and field work, also.

The lady at the window came in about halfway through it. Once Agent Fitz finished she began.

“Good evening, I am Agent Young. I have your room assignments. She began reading off names and room numbers. Two to a room. I was assigned room 158 along with another girl. Gail Preston. We were dismissed with orders to report to the parking lot on the north side of the building. At 7am in our workout clothes, including the mandatory gray FBI t shirt which is in our rooms.

We followed Agent Young to the dorm level. She let us find our own rooms. Finding room 158. I found the door unlocked. Just behind me, my roommate came in. She was a tall brunette. About 5'8” nicely built.

“Hi, You must be Gail?”

“Yep, that is me in all my glory.”

The room was almost like a hotel room. Two beds. “Which bed would you like?” I asked.

If you don't mind, I'll take the one by the window.” Gail answered.

“Sure,” I noticed that the closets had name labels on them. I motioned to Gail.

“I guess our phys ed stuff is in there.”

Gail opened hers. It already had a fair amount of clothes. Opening mine. Yeah it did. The gray FBI t shirt was on top of a small dresser inside. Checking the size tag. It was a small. My size. I put away the clothes in my suit case. As did Gail.

“Well we had better crash. As we have to be up and ready by 7.” I said as I began changing into my Pjs.

We talked while we changed. Then after doing my normal routine. I crawled into bed. We talked for another ½ hour. Then I finally relaxed and drifted off. Gail's alarm went off at 5:30. She hopped in the shower. I went back to sleep until 6:15 when my alarm went off.

Gail was sitting at the vanity table doing her make up. As I made my way to the bathroom.

Gail asked. “Are you going to be ready by 7 for PT? Taking a shower and all.”

“I'm going to shower after PT. Wash the exercise funk off before breakfast and class.”

“They are going to let us clean up after.”

“Sure. Would you want to be in a room all day with a bunch of stinky people.”

“How do you know?” Gail asked.

“My other dad told me.”

“You mean your step dad.”

“Nope, my other dad. My BFFs dad, He is a FBI field supervisor back home.”

“Oh, OK.”

“He was the one who suggested I join the FBI. Being I couldn't join the military.”

I began putting on my PT clothes as we talked.

“Why can't you join the military?”

“Well I am transgender. I wasn't born a girl.”

Finishing, I closed my locker.

Gail looked me up and down. “No way you were ever a boy. Do you still have,”

Knowing what she meant I just nodded. “I transitioned when I was nine.”

scrutinizing me closer. I had worn my volleyball shorts. Which were tight.

“I can't tell.” She commented.

“Thanks, I have had a lot of practice hiding it.”

Gail finished changing too. We headed to the North side of the building. We joined some of our class as we waited. By 7 it seemed like the whole class had made it. Agents Young and Fitz. Joined us.

“OK, let's get the show on the road.” Agent Young started. “Lets warm up for our run today.”

I stretched out. Making sure my legs were ready to go.

“OK, People. 4 lines” Agent Fitz hollered.

We fell into line. “Let's do it.” He called.

We headed out. I was feeling great. The cool fresh air felt good. We only ran about a mile.

“OK,” Agent Young started. “That is enough for today. Report for class at 9.”

Over half of the class was gasping for air. Obvious they were out of shape and /or not in a condition to run. I was used to it. Me and Becky would do our run every morning before classes.

I walked back to the room with Gail. She was a little out of breath but not to bad. Once back I headed straight for the shower. Stripping down while I got the water the way I liked it. I stepped in. cleaned up, washed my hair. Once finished I patted myself dry, like a lady should. I wrapped a towel around my head and my body.

I let Gail take her shower. As I dressed in a nice black skirt and white blouse with a black blazer. Just basic underwear. Thanks to Dad. For letting me know what to wear. My hair I did a loose braid down the middle. Comfortable shoes with a slight heel.

Gail finished and got ready also. By 8:40 we were ready to head to our first class.

So began the routine. For the next six months it was the same thing. However twice a week. We had firearms class and practice, Of course with my competition shooting back ground I ac-celled at it.

Our firearms instructor couldn't believe how well I took to my weapons. He marveled at they way I shot. Starting with my first shot the hole in the center just got bigger. In the least, you could cover my shots with a quarter, most if the time with a nickel or a dime. I had no other shots anywhere else on the target. He actually got to the point were they thought I was only hitting the target once and wasting my other shots.

“Dunkirk, I have never seen anyone so comfortable with shooting. Are you just hitting the target once and shooting in the back stop with the others.”

“No, Sir. If you don't believe I can shoot as good as I do. Watch me.”

The very next day. He and Agent Fitz did just that. Both had spotting scopes. Watched every single shot I fired.

Once I finished the course of fire. “Well?” I asked.

“Holey shit,” Agent Fitz started. “That is the most amazing shooting I have ever seen. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.”

The instructor said the same thing.

“So, Dunkirk. How did you get so good with a pistol?” Fitz asked.

“I shot Cowboy action since I was 10. when I was 12 I started long range competition also.”

“Are you as good at long range as you are with the pistol.” He asked.

With confidence, “Better.” I answered.

Both Fitz and the instructor looked at each other. “Division 14” Fitz finally said.

He firearms instructor answered. “Yeah, she's perfect.”

Fitz turned to me. “Go ahead and clean your weapon.”

I nodded and went to my backpack and pulled out my cleaning kit. I sat down and disassembled the automatic. I meticulously cleaned every single part. Once I got finished it looked like a brand new weapon. No residue, no evidence it had ever been fired. The condition I keep all my firearms in. My single action pistols, my rifle, my shotgun. Even my long range rifle is spotless. Better than white glove.

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