The Italian Mob

Chapter 2

I felt like I was in the back of the SUV for hours, he took me to an airport and we boarded a private jet. Other people from the airport got our bags, I sat down across from him as we waited to take off. Everything was so unreal, I had never been in an airplane but now I'm in a private jet. This guy must have been loaded but I wasn't going to ask. 

“Take us to the training futility.” 

“What training futility?”

“It’s where you will train for a couple of years till you are ready. We have a lot to talk about.”

“About what?”

“Well to start with, I’m with the CSI. You are being recruited and trained to be an assassin but all the missions may vary.”

“Wait… CSI?”

“Yes, once you are done with your training you will be given a new name.”

“But what if I don't want to do this?”

“Well we both know you do. With the story of the drawing you have given me you want to face your fears and conquer them.”

“Well yes but I don’t understand why me.”

“You have no family and if you did we wouldn't be here right now. You have the ability to be someone else and save the world if need be. Right?”

“I don't know..”

“Good, then we will teach you.”

After the plane landed I noticed we were in the desert, there was something I didn’t understand.

“Why here?”

“This is secret, off the grid, we can train you and teach you what you need to know to do your job. But you are not old enough yet so we will teach you and train you till you are of age.”

“How old do I have to be?”

“Eighteen years old”

“But that is in two years.”

He looks at me for a moment and then starts walking off the plane, I follow him out to the desert sands, hot and dry. Sand runs past my skin like sandpaper, he leads me to a building and opens the door. People walking around in suits and joggers. There are adults training hard in the back of this big room, a red line separating them from the rest. I look off to the right and see two doors, one that says showers and the other that says restroom. They both have men and women signs on them. I look off to the left and see a hallway, not sure what's that way, it looks crowded with people. He led me past the men fighting off to the side of the room to a door, I walked in and saw more doors all down a long hall. He walks past me and down to a door with the number 113 on the front. He opens the door and I see a bed, dresser and a door open to the back, a bathroom. 

“This is your room, make yourself comfortable, unpack, you start your training tomorrow.”

I looked at him in almost disbelief, he smiled at me and walked away. There was someone behind him with my bags, I walked up and took them from him and said thank you with a smile. He nodded and walked away, closing the door behind him. I put my bags down and unpacked, ready for the long two years of training I had ahead of me. 

The next morning someone came to my door, I opened it to someone holding an alarm clock.

“Here you need this, when we get back set it to six am. We need to go.”

I nodded not asking their name, got dressed real fast and walked out to meet them at the end of the hall. They led me to the hallway that was full of people before, and to another door with a name I couldn't pronounce and walked in sitting down. She walked in all graceful and looked around the classroom.

“I see we have a new student. This class will teach you about codes the CSI use to communicate with others so the bad guys can't tell what we are talking about. So let's get started.”

There was a class after class all about the CSI and what we needed to know, then the next day was actual school lessons with different teachers. But that's only Monday and Tuesday, Wednesday is languages, all kinds of languages that I have to learn, Thursday through Sunday is training, heavy lifting, fighting, and all kinds of combat skills. This is my everyday life now, it’s not too bad I have to say but it has become two years of non stop.