Author’s Note: Just a quick blurb from me, before I get started. If you’d like to have your flame taken seriously, please have at least a second grader’s grasp on spelling…or I will just laugh at you.

Chapter Five

It’s been abou’ a week now. M’ throat’s still sore, but they figure I’ll be able t’ start my training. I some how….seriously doubt they’ll be able t’ teach me anything. Bu’ I won’t say anything. Might ‘urt their feelings.

A tall woman with red hair introduces herself as Sharon or Shannon or Sherri or somethin’. She’s so intimidatin’ its hard t’ listen t’ what she’s sayin’. Has these spooky eyes tha’ seem t’ look right through ya.

She led me into a room tha’ looked like it belonged in a James Bond flick. Weapons of all different sizes and shapes lined the walls. Everythin’ from bazookas t’ medieval lookin’ maces.

The lady looked at the walls for a bit, turnin’ around periodically. She finally started takin’ things down. First, four daggers and a harness tha’ would go under my shirt. It crossed over in the front and back, and had four sheathes. I took it. She then gave me a sword. Th’ daggers I understood...but, a rapier? She must’ve seen my surprise.

“Slitting throats is a lot quieter then a gun discharge. The less conspicuous you are the better.” I nodded, but was still confused. I didn’t need a gun to take someone out. She then handed me a dart gun, a gas gun, and five pistols, all with silencers. I wasn’t used to using guns, but I was a fair shot.

She finally handed me a collapsible bo-staff. I think one of th’ X-Geeks had one of these at some point in time. Tha’ annoyin’ Cajun, I think.

…Anyway. After I was armed t’ my diminutive teeth, she handed me a Kevlar vest wit’ the S.H.E.I.L.D. insignia on th’ side, and a black battle suit. I was aloud t’ keep my leg braces. She informed me my first mission was in a week.