Monday morning, I was up early, had breakfast. Then showered. And dressed. I took off for work at 8:30. As I had driven by the office yesterday. I always want to know where I am going.

Pulling up to the gate. The guard says, “Good Morning, Agent Dunkirk. ID please.”

As I showed him my ID. “Thank you. Welcome to the CIA.” he waived me through.

Parking in the lot I grabbed my brief case and walked to the main Entrance. Once reaching the door, I pulled but it was locked. I noticed a chip scanner. So I held my ID to it.
The door unlocked. I proceeded in and up to the reception desk.

The receptionist looked up at me. “Good Morning Agent Dunkirk. Welcome to the CIA. I will let your supervisor know you are here. Please, have a seat.”

I sat in one of the lobby chairs. There was quite a few people walking here and there. I really didn't notice her till she came up to me.

“Sarah Dunkirk?” She was quite attractive. About 5'7 in a nice Dark gray dress. “I am Agent Amy Pertrosky, I am to be your supervisor.”

Standing, “Good Morning, Agent Pertrosky. It is nice to meet you.” I shook her offered hand.

“Lets go to my office and I will give you a run down of your job.” She said.

“Sure,”

I followed her back to her office which was on the third floor. While we road the elevator.

“That is a nice suit.” She started, “Off the rack.”

Not knowing what she meant, “Thank you, I picked it up yesterday at the mall.”

She just gave a little nod. She lead the rest of the way to her office.

Unlocking it, “Please have a seat.” She offered a seat and she sat behind a large desk.

Sitting like a proper lady as Mom had taught me. Back straight, legs together and angled to the side. Hands folded on my lap.

“As I said earlier, I am Agent Pertrosky. I am to be your supervisor.” She started. She covered the benefits, my job, the CIA in general. Saying that my job is highly confidential. To the general public I am an analyst here at the CIA. Once she was finished.

I started my questions, “With the information I received from Agent Green. There were 3 Ids, one for myself, two others that had me as a teenager.?”

“You are to be paired with another agent, who will work side by side with you. Be your spotter, if need be. For sake of your cover story, you may need to be her daughter or sister.

Agent Pertrosky pushed a button on her phone. “Send her in.”

There was a slight knock then in came the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. “Agent Dunkirk, This is to be your partner, this is Agent Jergins.

She sat next to me. Her long dark brown hair was in a braid that reached mid back. She seemed so sophisticated and proper. Being she was a CIA operative it is a ruse I believe she could be quite deadly if the need arises.

“Agent Jergins, This is Agent Dunkirk. She is the best we have ever seen. We believe that teaming you two up will be a perfect combination.”

She spoke with distinction, “Is she that good?”

“Better, I will leave you to work on your team work.” Agent Pertrosky advised.

“OH, Here.” She stopped us and handed me a business card. “You are CIA now and nothing comes off the rack. See her for your wardrobe.”

“Yes, Ma'am.” Me and Agent Jergins left. I followed her to an empty conference room.

“Have a seat,” She almost ordered.

She sat across from me. She started, “I have been working for the CIA for 15 years. I started younger than you. You are the 5th sniper that I have been assigned with. Each was a great shot. But what Agent Pertrosky indicated you are the best ever. I will be the judge of that.”

OH, Shit I thought her attitude doesn't match her looks. She is a snobby stuck up bitch. A dislike was forming, however I needed to trust this woman to keep me safe. She was just the spotter I was the one doing the deed.

I hated the kind of person she was presenting. SO I told her. “Take me to a range And I will show you just how good I truly am.”

“OK, After lunch we will hit the range. I have read your file and I know who you are. Robert Micheal.”

“That is my twin brothers name. I am Sarah Michelle.”

“So, how are you transgender if your birth certificate says Female and wasn't changed.”

“That is none of your business.” I said with confidence.

“I am the one risking my neck to keep you safe.”

“And I am not,” I was getting mad. “I would just drop the subject or maybe on a mission you may have an accident. Finding yourself with a 158gn brain tumor right here.” I poked her in the forehead.

“OH.”

“Keep it up and you will find out just how formidable I can be,” both my expression and voice went cold.

Shaking her head, She giggled. “Now I know we are going to get along great.”

Narrowing my brow, “What are you talking about?”

“I needed to find out just how ruthless you can be. A sniper needs to not only shoot good, but not be afraid of pulling the trigger on anything. Dead or alive. So lets start off right.”

She stuck out her hand, “I am Cassidy Jergins. You can call me Cassidy or Cassy.”

I shook her hand with a smile. “Sarah Dunkirk, pleased to meet you.”

She began to tell me about what we will be up against. A good majority of the time, we will portray Mother and daughter, and mostly on a religious mission. So we dress common. Nothing fancy. She continued with information on our job.

Looking at her watch, “God, it is already noon. Let's grab a bit to eat my treat”

“Sounds great.”

We headed to the parking lot. She had an older BMW M/3. We chatted on the way. We drove to an out of the way little restaurant.

As we walked in, “This place has the best steaks in the area.” She said.

As we waited to be seated. The hostess came back. “Hello, Miss Jergins. The usual table.

“Yes, please. Wendy”

“Follow me ladies.”

She lead us to a table out on the shaded back deck. As we sat down, she handed us open menus. As looked it over, the cheapest item was $67. That was just for a small side dish. Of course it was ala cart.

“Good afternoon, Ladies. I am Holly I will be taking care of you. Would you like to start with some drinks.”

“Hello, Holly. I will have a glass of the house wine.”

“Very well, and for you Madame.”

The house wine did sound good. “I'll have the same.”

“Miss, may I see your ID.” Holly asked.

I always keep it ready. With my young appearance I have to prove that I am indeed. 23.
“Sure,” I handed her my license.

“Thank you, Ma'am, I will return promptly with your drinks.”

“The house wine is so good here.”

I looked over the menu. Finally deciding on the 16oz tenderloin, Baked potato, and corn.

We ordered once Holly returned with our wine. We each also ordered a salad.

My steak was perfect. Every single bite was heaven.

We went straight to the range. Cassy saying I still need to see how good you are. After I got my car. I had brought my competition Remington with me. While at the FBI I just left it in my trunk.

As I set up my shooting position Cassidy put up my targets. One at 100, 250, 500, and 1000 yrds.

As Cassidy came back from placing the targets. I was shaking my ammo.

“What are you doing, Sarah?”She asked.

“Checking my rounds. I can tell if a cartage has the correct amount of powder for my needs.”

“that is nuts.”

“Yeah, it is. Just kidding. I usually check them. I have had a couple that had no powder so I check.

I grabbed my ammo and got down prone behind my rifle. Cassidy had gotten her spotting scope. She was prone right next to me.

Just like at the FBI range. I estimated the proper placement. I took in consideration the wind. I took aim. I did my breathing. Held the last letting out a little I squeezed the trigger.

“3 inches high.” Cassidy said.

I did some adjustment to my scope. With practiced ease, I ejected the spent brass and loaded a fresh one. I fired another.

“Dead center.” I was told.

“keep an eye on that spot.”

3 more rounds were spent down range. With only the two holes in the target.

“Your just firing them into the back stop.”

“zoom in and watch.”

I fired one more round. The whole in the middle was a little over a nickel in size.

“I can't believe it.” She sat up.

“Told you”

“Can you do that all the time.” She asked.

“Yes, with any firearm.”

“You've convinced me.” Cassidy acknowledged.

I got up and went to a table and cleaned my rifle.

Me and Cassidy became great friends. Over the space of 5 years we went on 105 missions together. One of my last missions where to provide protection to a VIP. Some rich dude from Florida. The CIA learned of a plot to kill him. So, me and Cassidy did an over watch while he was in the Philippines.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

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