“Welcome to the CIA, Miss. Banks.” said my new partner, whom was showing me around the building, explaining procedures, and codes. He finally showed me my office and left me there. The office had only two 4 by 6 windows, so it would be very hard to be shot by an assassin but big enough so you wouldn’t feel like you were in a prison cell. The walls were a light-gray color and the carpet was a charcoal color and the front wall that had many huge windows.
I was playing Backyard Soccer for Kids when the director of the bureau walked into my office. “Hello Peyton, how’s the first day been?” I grunted. “I take it that it’s different here from the training camp”, he glanced at my game that I was winning 12-0, “A little young to still be playing that game, aren’t ya, kid?” “I still consider myself a kid, I mean, I’m only fourteen.” I said in a sarcastic, nonchalant way. He nodded and let me go on with my game but on the way he put a gift on my desk and walked out.
Whats a 14-year old doing in the CIA?
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