Kenzie: The Rejected Orphan

New Assignment

The binging of the computer is what woke Kenzie from her rather restless sleep. She was plagued with nightmares about the tasks and training of the past. She never dressed after her shower, so she was still wrapped in her towel. She was a sifter, so nudity wasn't a big deal for her. In fact, she preferred being nude. Getting up, she made her way over to check her new assignment, what level of hell she would be subjected to today. She mixed yet another meal replacement shake and stretched while getting settled to read what was sent.

Client: Alpha Roberto Luigianco, age 43, unmated Pack Crystal Lake

Issue: Rogues

Deaths: 23 Warrior rank, 13 Omega rank, 50 no rank children

Task: retrain the warrior fleet, and eradicate rogues from the vicinity

Time-schedule: On loan to the pack for 45 days to implement training and complete eradication

You will have one day for assessment, then send training plans as well as plan for the eradication.

That was it. The rest was up to her. Her next move would be to pack and head out to the Crystal Lake pack and get started on what she needed to do. 45 days was one of the longer assignments. Yes, she did occasionally help retrain warriors, but most were weekly assignments. How bad was the rogue problem or better, yet were the warriors really needing that much help? Most wolf packs that she had visited had prided themselves on the strength of their warriors. Either way, thinking about what the issues were wasn't doing her any good. She wouldn't know until she got there. So first thing first, time to pack a bag and make the travel plans. She was packed in less than 10 minutes. Her weapons bag was always ready to go, and her clothes weren't hard to decide what to wear as her wardrobe was three colors and all pretty much the same. After she packed she needed to ready herself, so she finally decided it was time to get dressed. She wore her black leather tactical pants and a purple tank. Next, she added her shoulder strap, thigh strap, ankle strap, and her tactical belt. The shoulder strap held two 357 Magnums loaded with silver bullets. Her ankle holster contained a simple .22 and her thigh strap held George her handy machete. She also wore a band on each upper arm that contained throwing stars. She was ready to go now to the travel plans. Crystal Lake was only about driving, so that was her plan, and it allowed her an escape if need be, by taking her own ride. Grabbing her bags, she glanced around her apartment, picked up her laptop and bid her home farewell. It would be awhile until she was able to return.

Her car, a 2005 silver Honda Toyota, looked like nothing special, but it just like herself, was outfitted with all things tactical. She loaded up and was on the road. She flipped the radio on and her favorite tune blared, making her feel at peace.

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain.

I like watchin' the puddles gather rain.

And all I can do is just pour some tea for two.

And speak my point of view

But it's not sane, it's not sane.

I just want someone to say to me oh, oh, oh, oh

I'll always be there when you walk. Yeah, yea

Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today.

So stay with me and I'll have it made.

And I don't understand why I sleep all day.

And I start to complain that there's no rain

And all I can do is read a book to stay awake.

And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape.

Escape...Escape...Escape

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain.

Ya doit like my point of view.

Ya think I'm insane

It's not sane...It's not sane.

I just want someone to say oh, oh, oh, oh

I'll always be there when you wake yea, yea

Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today.

So stay with me and I'll have it made.

I'll have it made

I'll have it made

You know we're really gonna, really gonna have it made.

Gonna have it made

ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh

Kenzie belted the tune and then hit the replay. It was her absolute favorite song, and she could listen to it on repeat all while belting out the tune. Nobody ever heard of it most of the time, Blind Melon, but it spoke to her soul for whatever reason. It didn't need a reason to be her favorite, but it was and she loved it. The car ride went pretty quickly, and before she knew it she was pulling up to the guard shack located outside the pack. Two warriors were stationed there and one was at the gate with an ak pointed right at her while the other was approaching her vehicle. She was satisfied that they at least took security somewhat as a priority. Both warriors had impressive stature as well, both bulky and height in the high 6 feet range. She rolled down her window waiting for the approaching warrior. He certainly was taking his sweet time.

"State your name and purpose, ma'm!" the warrior's voice was like rich honey but stern and no nonsense.

Kenzie was amused he could at least be friendly. There is no need for hostility right off the bat. "My name is Agent 1 from the S.P.A. (Supernatural Police Agency). Your Alpha has requested help in regard to rogues! If you could be so kind as to let me through and point me in the direction, I might be able to find him. That would just be super-duper fantastic!"

" Are you sure you are from the S.P.A.? You certainly don't look like much, and Agent 1 say you? What kind of name is that? Don't you have a real name?" the warrior was less rude but still didn't look at all impressed with Kenzie.

"Don't judge a book by its cover and, for the purposes between myself and anyone in this pack, I will be referred to as Agent 1. I don't really need any more trouble and would like to get started as soon as possible. To my understanding, you have lost quite a few members and need a quick solution. So please show me the way to your Alpha!" Kenzie was beyond frustrated, nobody ever thought she was worth anything and always discounted her right off the bat. Could, for one time in her life, they just believe her and trust in her skills without her having to prove herself every single time. It was exhausting to prove yourself to people you would never see again, and they had no care at all what happened to you after you left your assignment.

"The packhouse is a mile straight ahead. The Beta will be waiting for you on the front steps and escorting you from there." the warrior gave her a thin-lipped look, it wasn't mean or nice Stoic.

Kenzie didn't respond, just nodded her head and then proceeded to roll her window up and put her car back into drive. She drove ahead once the gate opened and was pleasantly surprised at the beauty of the property. Just as the guard said, the packhouse was exactly a mile ahead. It was magnificent, like a colonial white-columned mansion. It had to be at least four, maybe five floors high and, if she had to estimate, it probably contained at least 800 rooms. She would need the schematics as soon as possible. It is always best to always know every square inch of any place you stay. The Beta was rocking on his heels when she decided to quit looking at the packhouse. He had almost white blond hair, blue eyes bulky and tall. Typical appearance of most werewolf men. Yes, they were all really good-looking, but if they were good men they waited on their mates, so appreciation of their looks was all Kenzie ever did. In fact, she was never romantically or even physically involved with anyone her whole life. What purpose did it serve if she still ended up alone? Taking a really deep breath, she shut the car off and exited towards the trunk to retrieve her luggage. She always carried her own and never trusted anyone with her things. Well, here goes nothing!