Holstering my duty weapon. I joined the rest of my class.

“What was that about?” Kim asked. Another friend.

“They thought I was cheating. But I showed them.” I smiled.

Each time we got to fire They watched me. Yet I never faltered. That was the way I shot. I had learned that way. One day they took me to a long distance range. 1000 yards. I was given a 308 sniper rifle. Before I even took a shot with it. I broke it down. It was filthy. I actually made them wait till I was done cleaning it.

I put the rifle back together. Then handed it to the lead instructor.

“I will not use this, the barrel is bent about 3 degrees to the left.

“Are you kidding?” He asked.

“Not at all.” And I showed him.

“Wow, you are good. I never realized that.” He took the rifle. He pulled out another one from the back of his black Suburban.

“OK, Use this one.” handing it to me.

First thing I always do when handed a firearm, was to make sure it was empty and safe. I cracked open this one. A brass casing popped out. But the looks of the chamber it was in the same shape as the other one.

So, I cleaned this one also. But after making a comment on how can someone leave firearms in this condition. They waited again till it was finished.

“Trainee Dunkirk is this one satisfactory?” I was asked.

“The rifle is OK but the scope is not. It isn't even bore sighted. I adjusted it so I can at least hit the target.”

“Well lets see what you can do?” One guy said he looked like he was higher up the food chain.

I set up the firing position, got the sand bags right. I got down prone. Sticking in my hearing protection. I got comfortable behind the weapon. OK, As comfortable as I could with this crappy gun.

“Engage the target at the 600 yd mark.” I was told.

I adjusted myself just slightly. Pulling the rifle to my shoulder. I took a bead on the center of the target. I noticed the grass moving just slightly. I adjusted the windage just one click. I visualized the path of the round through the air. I adjusted the elevation 3 clicks. Thinking again, I dropped it one.

Taking some breaths. One, two, three I let out very slowly. Held it for a second then squeezed the trigger. Riding the recoil, I was able to see where the round hit. About 1inch left of dead center. With practiced ease, I ejected the spent round into my hand. Loading a fresh cartage. Never taking my eye off the target.

I slightly adjusted the rifle. One, two, three half out squeeze. Riding it again. Dead center. Loading again. I repeated three more times. I hit dead center those three other times. You could cover the three shots with a nickel.

The instructors and others there couldn't believe it. They were taking turns look through the spotter scope.

“OK, Now the thousand yard target.” I adjusted my shooting position as the target was farther left of the 600 yard one. I loaded one. The same as the other target. This time my first shot was about 3 inches low. Adjustments were made. The next 4 dead center. Once finished I didn't wait I just began my cleaning of the rifle. They moved away. And talked. A couple times someone would return and look at the targets.

I just sat and cleaned. Once finished I laid it on a table behind the group talking. I went and relaxed.

Agent Fitz dismissed me. So I headed back to the dorm. I had to pass the group leaving. I over heard someone say, “I don't believe it nobody is that good.” As I got in my mustang. I had a smile on my face. Thinking as I drove away. 'Looks like I am a nobody.'

I grabbed a bite to eat, then to the dorm. Gail was there.

“What happened? We were shooting then you were gone.”

“They couldn't believe I could shoot as well as I do. I had to prove it to them at the long range.”

“What did you do?”

“I showed them just why I am National Champion long range shooter.”

“cool”

I relaxed for a while. About 20 minutes later. Someone knocked on the door.

Gail jumped up and answered. “Miss Preston, Would Miss Dunkirk be here?” it sounded like Agent Fitz.

“Sarah, Agent Fitz is here to see you.”

I joined Gail at the door. “Hello, Agent Fitzgerald. How may I help you?”

“Would you accompany me to my office, please.” He sounded professional.

“Ah, sure. Is there anything wrong?” I followed him. He didn't say anything else.

He lead me down to his office. Opening the door. “wait inside, please.” Once I entered he closed the door.

I sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. And waited,and waited. About 20 minutes later. A tall slender gray haired man came in. It was no one I knew. He was dressed very casual. Jeans and a polo shirt. He didn't look like he was of any importance. Boy did I learn different.

“Sarah Dunkirk” He said sitting at Agent Fitzgerald's desk. “I am senior Agent Green of the Central Intelligence Agency.

CIA what the fuck. I thought. “How may I help you, Agent Green?”

“Miss Dunkirk, May I call you Sarah.” I nodded.

“Sarah, We have been informed of your experience with firearms.”

“Yes,”

“With your special talent. We feel that you would be a perfect addition to the CIA.”

“OH,What kind of job are you offering? Agent Green.”

“Let's just say, eliminating certain enemy assets.”

I sat up in my chair, and point blank I asked. “You mean an assassin.”

“That is correct. As senior Agent for the entire East coast. I am going to offer.” He slid a piece of paper across the desk.

Taking the paper I sat back and looked at it.

25,000 was written on it. I am thinking 25 grand a year.

“that would be a month. Plus expenses.” He added.

Doing some fast calculations, that adds up to 300K a year. I kept my composure.

“Can I have a moment to consider it.”

Reaching over to take the paper. “let me put this on the table.” He slide the paper back over to me.

I looked at the offer. The 25k was crossed out. 40,000 was the new offer.

“Again that would be monthly plus expenses.”

Holey crap that is a shit ton of money. I thought. Before I could even say anything, he grabbed the paper again.

I looked at what was offered now. The paper had $50,000 on it. I almost fell out of my chair.

“this is a sign on bonus.” He slid a second paper over to me.

I opened the paper were the bonus was written. I couldn't believe it. The number read 1.6m.

“Once you agree the bonus will be wired into your account by the end of the day.”

“I accept.” I said standing and shaking his hand.

“Report to CIA headquarters Monday morning. I will inform Agent Fitzgerald” He started out the door, “Oh, here. Some information you will need.” He handed me a large envelope.

“Sarah, I will see you, bright and early Monday morning, 9am. Welcome to the CIA.”

He left.

I collapsed into the chair. Thinking wow I am going to make 50 grand a month. Plus by the time the day is up I will be a millionaire.

There was a soft knock. And Agent Fitz came in. “ Looks like you are going to leave us. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Agent Fitzgerald.”

I got up and returned to my room. Wait a minute it is Tuesday. I have some down time until I have to report. Once back to our room. I pulled out my suit case. I began packing. I left all my FBI issued stuff there. Once I got all finished. I decided to look at the stuff in the envelope I was given.

After ripping it open, I dumped the contents on my bed. Wow, I couldn't believe all the stuff. A bundle of $100 dollar bills. 3 sets of different sets of Ids, Each had my picture but another name. One for me, one was under the name Marie Samuals and the 3rd a Nicole Griffin. Each had a passport, School Ids, and two credit cards for each. I also had a CIA ID.

One of the weird things was that all of the Ids had a current picture of me. I don't remember having a picture taken. As I looked over the information. I get a notification alert from my phone.

I check it. It is on my bank account, new balance $1,603,742.12. Well, I just became a millionaire.

I continued checking over the documents. Aside from the one that was me. One showed that I was Fifteen, The other one showed I was twelve.

Now I was curious, Why was I given a younger age on some of my documents. I put everything back in the envelope. I headed to my car.

I did leave Gail a goodbye note. Since I had almost a week till I had to show up at CIA HQ. I headed for the mountains. Something I always wanted to do was drive the Blue Ridge parkway.

I started in North Carolina. I had stopped in Ashville, NC. For the night. I checked into one of the better hotels in town. I just wanted to see what a 5 star hotel would do different from a std hotel.

The next day I started up the Parkway. Taking my time I finished on Saturday. Then to Langley, VA. On Sunday. I stayed in a Holiday Inn express. I did some shopping on Sunday. I picked up a nice business suite. To wear tomorrow, It was so cute, the dark blue skirt was just below my knees. A white blouse and dark blue blazer rounded it off. Of course I had to do some shopping at Victoria's Secret for new lingerie. Including garter belt and stocking. The smoke colored stockings worked great with the suit. A new pair of 3”heels finished my new work outfit. Or so I thought.

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