A right hook, I countered it. Followed by a kick which stroke me in the stomach and left me breathless.
« Get up ! » he yelled at me. « You can not allow yourself any weakness, so put yourself together and get up ! »
I angrily looked up at the man who was my father and wiped out the blood dripping from my mouth. Shaking, I tried my best to get up but had no energy left and I my legs failed me.
After a second failed attempt, he pulled out his gun and pointed it to my head, emotionlessly saying : « Last warning. » I paniced and frenetically looked everywhere around me when I finally spotted something. He was about to pull the trigger, I knew it. But he did not get the time to do so ; in a split second, I disapeared... And reapeared three meters above his head before untying one of the heavy spots of the abandoned warehouse which fell right on him. Of course he doved it, plunging on the side but it gave me the time to disapear, grab my gun which had rolled away earlier and reapear right behind him, the gun pointed on his neck.
« Nice one ! » he commented, proudly. « I knew you could do it. » I was exhausted, I didn't give a damn about his assessment. But what came next woke me up like a cold shower. « I think you're ready for it. » he said with a smile, once he got back on his feet.
« Ready for what ? » I asked, doubting I would enjoy the answer.
« Tell me sweetheart, have you ever heard of Elite ? »
Too tired to stay stood, I sat on what must have been a bench someday and suspiciously looked at my father, the great CIA agent. « No, and I'm not sure I want to hear about it. » I coldly answered.
« It is a center where... gifted people like you are trained to become government agents. You will make a perfect recruit. » he continued, not caring one bit about my answer.
« You realize there is no way I'm going, don't you ? »
« Really ? And what are you going to do with your life ? You're my daughter, the only way for you to be safe, is to learn how to defend yourself. You cannot live in the system and you know it. »
« That's your fault not mine. It's always been your decision, your choices, your actions, your life that's determined the whole course of mine. I didn't want you to be a CIA agent and I don't want to be one either. » I said, annoyed.
« What choice do you have ? » he sternly asked.
I hesitated a second, bit my lips and let out : « … None... »
