|Alli Kare: The Story of 341
Author: breyersc PM
Hey there, my name is Allison T Kare. But nobody really calls me that, most people just call me Alli. Some people call me Kare. But I'm not here to talk about those names. I'm here to talk about 341.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 22 - Words: 17,700 - Reviews: 41 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 12-10-12 - Published: 10-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3062359
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OOC: Is this how you do these? Okay, well… this isn't part of the story. I just wanted to say that I realized the chapters are really short, so they'll probably be longer now. Thanks for reading the story so far!
Chapter 3- Well, We Are Getting Fit
"Put your bags up in your room- the dorms are in that building to your left. There will be an orientation in the gymnasium in about 20 minutes, and seats are in numerical order. I'll be seeing you then." He gestured for the next person in line before I could ask him what dorm I was actually staying in.
After walking into the east wing, I got to the staircase and thought for a few seconds. According to this map, there are 3 floors of dorms and one hundred rooms on each floor, split up between the two wings- east and west.
"There's 400 rooms? Ugh, I'll never find my room in time," I mumbled to myself. I subconsciously tugged on the dog tags around my neck. "How will I—wait a minute, that's it!" I dashed quickly up the stairs to the third floor and headed to the first wing. I didn't pause a beat as I put my key in the lock of room 341 and opened the door.
The dorm was stripped of all personality. It had two mattresses on either side of the room, a large desk, a closet, and a window in the corner. It seemed like a good temporary home; I liked it. I put my blanket and pillow on the bed and put my bags in the closet. Then I noticed a letter on the desk. It was handwritten this time, in a neat print:
Congratulations on finding your room- I was fully aware I didn't tell you what dorm you would be staying in. It was, essentially, a test. But this is only your first.
There's something I need to explain to you 341; this isn't a regular fitness camp. SJN Inc. is actually SJN Operations- a training camp that teaches teenagers how to improve their strength in every aspect- physically, mentally, and emotionally. Our operatives come to this four day camp once a year, and then go on specific operations and missions that I assign.
As you know, I handpicked you myself out of many teenagers in this area. You were chosen for many reasons: You're strong physically (I do look at statistics in the state track and field competition), and extremely strong mentally. At 15-years-old, you are the youngest operative here. A lot of my advisors told me not to pick you, but I ignored them.
Don't prove me wrong.
Sincerely, the Director.
I had no clue what to think. What had I gotten myself into? Why is this organization, or operation, a secret? Does the government know about this? Why me? I didn't consider myself strong at all. Sure, I ran track in the spring and had a decent record in swimming- but I always was known as the "theatre" kid- singing and dancing. My older brother, Alexander, was the sports guy. Starting linemen on the football team, state champion wrestler. Why didn't he choose him?
And why was the Director so intent on having me here, when he didn't even know me?
None of these questions could be answered, because as I checked my cell phone, it had been 15 minutes. I quickly put the letter down, and shoved the key in my pocket before running out the door and to the gymnasium. There were hundreds of fold-out chairs in rows of 15- each with a certain number on it. Some people were already sitting, quietly talking to the people around them. In the back row, I found seats 330-345, and I quietly took my seat at 341.
"You just as shocked as I am?" I jumped as the man next to me- 342 asked. He was buff and his pale blonde hair was cut short. He was acted friendly enough, but his bright blue eyes showed hints of fear, which is most likely what my hazel eyes reflected. All I did was nod. "I'm Jesse by the way."
"I don't think I'm supposed to know that," I said quietly. "But I'm Alli."
"Nice to meet you Alli- err, 341."
Before I could respond, the Director tapped the microphone in the front. Everybody instantly became silent and focused in to what he was saying.
"Welcome to the initiation everybody; it's nice to see so many familiar faces here today, as well as fifteen new faces. Before we begin, I would like to remind you that all guns and ammunition are not to be used from 11 p.m. to 6 a.m. unless I say otherwise. Shooting blanks at the newcomers, or any other "pranks" you have in mind will not be tolerated." At this statement, I heard a few guys laugh in the rows in front of me. "And now without further wait, we will begin initiation. How this works is, one by one the newcomers will stand in the front here with me. If you wish to challenge the operative, simply stand up and tell me. The first challenger will fight the newcomer until a winner is decided. Let the initiation begin!" Everybody erupted into applause and cheering- this seemed to be the best part of the week to them. "Agent 330, would you please join me?"