“Lauren, go again! No stopping! Your enemy will not be courteous and wait while you rest!” Adam Doan yelled into the house that was riddled with obstacles. Inside, me, Rayna Lauren, commonly known by my friends as ‘Rayne’, took a deep breath and stood from the couch. Lifting my Glock to immediate position, I slowly rounded the corner to head up the stairs…

Only to dodge the onslaught of bullet rain that blew small holes in the wall as I ducked back behind it. Closing my eyes as I crouched against the wall, I envisioned the source of the bullets in my mind, examining the machinery for flaws I could get around. I’d only seen it for a few seconds before I had to duck, but it was enough.

On the ceiling at the top of the stairs was attached a black semicircle. It looked like the ‘hidden’ camera globes one saw around a shopping center. Unlike a camera however, out of miniscule invisible holes, lead squirted, reacting with a motion sensor. The motion range, I knew, like every gun machine around the house, was a twenty foot circumference.

And I had to get up those stairs. Which, according to my years of training, only meant that I’d be more successful if I gunned the globe to bits first.

Reaching down, I pulled one of five small throwing knives from the slats in my boots, gripping it by the black handle. I was always taught to seek alternatives before using up bullets. Seeing the black half sphere my mind’s eye calculated the half-seconds it would be before I was in trouble. Tightening my grasp on the knife, I flashed the blade out in the hall, just to get an image of the globe in the reflection, approximating the area where I needed to throw the dagger.

A single bullet dug into the floor as I yanked the knife back. Taking a deep breath, I rolled into the hall and pulled my arm back to fling the dagger with straight precision toward the globe. Of course I didn’t stick around to find out if it made the mark, and rolled on sideways into another room across the hall, bullets tracing my path. In these later training obstacles, I was not allowed to wear any sort of protective gear.

And these weren’t bee bees.

Crouched against the wall again, I heard my knife glance off the globe—as I had suspected, the globes were impenetrable to all but bullets.

Sighing, I tapped the barrel of my gun against my forehead before sliding up to a standing position while pulling my other gun of the same make and style out to double-wield them. Leaping out, I used one gun, sending bullet after bullet at the globe until the thick glass shattered. With the other, I made sure to send the occasional bullet into the wall, confusing the motion sensors. The only flaw with these machines was that they could only track movement coming from one direction.

Falling to my knees, I buried my face so that my nose was touching my knees, and covered the back of my head with my hands as the machine exploded, black bits of metal flying in every direction. When everything fell quiet, I slowly straightened and stood to reload both my weapons. Skipping steps, I ran up the stairs and strode down the hall toward the bedrooms. Entering each, I cleared the rooms of the stuntmen waiting for me. They all had guns and bullet proof vests. But with one good five-foot proximity shot to the chest, I could knock them back, then slam the butt of my gun into the sides of their heads. I left them lying unconscious in the rooms, knowing they would be taken care of later. I was racing against the clock. If I didn’t get out in time, the house would burn and explode with me inside.

Finally in the master bedroom, my eyes narrowed as they swept the room. Clear. In the bathroom, I shattered the mirror. Who knows? Sometimes they put up two-way mirrors with people waiting to blow your head off. Back in the bedroom, the balcony doors were open. Creeping towards them, my long black hair which was pulled into a high pony tail blew in the soft breeze. As I passed by the foot of the bed the closet door burst open, and out leapt…another stuntman. In the context of the situation, this put a new spin on ‘the monster in the closet’. This guy was not equipped like the others. I would classify him as the boss at the end of a level. He wielded only a knife, but I could see an assault rifle strapped to his back. He had on a full bullet proof outfit, guarded from head to toe.

Just as I turned at the sudden movement I was unprepared for, he tackled me onto the bed. I struggled to get the knife out of his hand. While I knew he wouldn’t actually stick me with it, he would feign trying, and that was real enough for me. His knees were closed, and they pinned my legs down, so that I couldn’t get him where it counted even if my legs were free.

My brows creased as I concentrated on keeping the large blade of his knife away from my face. In the precious second I got one of my arms free, my hand slid to the back of his neck and pulled him down forcefully. To anyone else, it would have looked like I wanted to kiss him, but instead of our lips making contact, I slammed my forehead against his as hard as I could. Momentarily I saw stars but when he groaned in pain and the rest of his body relaxed, I was back in work mode, quick to slip my knee where it was sure to hurt the most.

Straining my arm muscles I shoved his body—made all the more heavier by the gear he wore—off me. I executed a back handspring off the bed, spinning around to lay bullet after into the guy’s suit. It took about four shots to get him relatively motionless, and as I reloaded my gun, I knew that while not a bullet penetrated his armor, he would have some nasty bruises. He just couldn’t move from the pain.

The very second the magazine clicked back into place, I heard wood crackling downstairs, followed by the smell of something burning. I took down the last stuntman right in time, but these fake fires traveled faster than any forest fire. The fires were fake, but once they touched one, the grenades that would go off, were very real. So I was not only to escape for my safety, but for the well-being of the stuntmen.

Taking a running start for the balcony, I threw myself over the railing, and flipped my body through the air to land in a crouched position two stories below. Sprinting through the garden, I catapulted over the wood fence and finally slid to a halt to push the red button that would put the fires out.

My chest heaved as I took in the fresh clean air. The ventilation in the house had been stuffy and thick. It didn’t help that I was running and flipping and throwing my fists into stuntmen’s faces in a little black number.

I turned upon hearing clapping.

“Great timing, Lauren. I think you’re ready.”

I straightened best I could in the presence of my commanding officer. “Ready, sir?”

“For your first mission.”

((Basically, I need the son and daughter of the family who owns the International Bank. SO, here's the plot.

Rayna Lauren is an FBI agent. She attends Shorditch Academy like a regular high school senior. Her charges, the male and female, are the son and daughter of bank owners. You can name them whatever you want. They also attend Shorditch Academy. The guy is a senior, the girl is a freshman. They've Lauren around, but she doesn't draw attention to herself so they never paid much attention to her.

When she goes to their house, they don't recognize her until she tells them that she attends the same school as they do. Her job is basically to bodyguard them, all the time. The son has a girlfriend, who you will also be playing, and Lauren has to 'chaperone' dates that they go on. She stays out of sight, of course, but eventually the girlfriend notices that there's one girl who seems to be wherever her boyfriend or his little sister is.

Then at school, as it starts up one week after the beginning, Lauren is transferred into all the guy's classes, and makes the girl wear a tracker, hidden in her clothes or something.

And eventually, through all that, Rayna and the guy fall for each other.))

OOC; Ooh..I'm up for this one. I'll take the son if it's still free.

OOC: Id really like to do this! Could I be the daughter??

((Yes, and yes! And since I'm not familiar yet with people's roleplaying styles, just know that I appreciate effort (length). And would one of you like to take the girlfriend of the son as well?

Ah, and another I forgot to mention: I'd like to start when the family is at home and their father has a meeting with Adam and Rayna in his office. So please put the son and daughter at home as they will be called to meet their bodyguard. I will play the father.))

OOC; I'm good with that. Though I think it would be a little awkward on my part to take up the girlfriend. Just tell me when we could start.

((HAha, of course. Go ahead.))

[edit: Haha. Sorry forgot about that little tidbit. xD How about Adam Winston?]

((That was a BEAUTIFUL post; I loved it! I'm going to wait for SexyBabe16 to post, just so I know where things are going. And it doesn't matter to me what perspective you write in; whatever is more comfortable for you. I'm used to writing in 3rd, so that's my niche.

Oh, and what's his first and last name? Just know that the last name precedes the name of the banks they own. So, 'last name International Banks'.))

Carmina Winston was sitting in the beautiful twisted vine gazebo, in the garden. She was surrounded by delicate lilac lilies and sweet red roses. Carmina heard a car pull into the garage and she jumped up and ran to the back door. It was locked so she quietly knocked until a maid came and opened it.
She bounded in side asking ‘Is daddy coming home?’

‘Yes dear,’ the maid said. ‘Your father will be here tonight.’ The maid explained ushering her upstairs.

Carmina ran up stairs and burst into her pink room happily. Her Disney blanket was neatly folded at the bottom of her bed and her soft pillows were scattered on it. Her flat screen TV came out off the wall when she clicked a button. She went to her walk in wardrobe and pulled out a hot pink t-shirt and short short denim shorts , then got changed. She searched all around her room, trying to find her laptop. She tore her room apart looking for it and then a maid entered.

‘Carmina, what are you doing?’ The maid asked, appalled at the mess.

‘Looking for my laptop.’ Carmina said, pushing her brown hair behind her ear. ‘Have you seen it?’ She asked.

‘No Sweetie. Why don’t you go say hello to your brother while I clean up?’ The maid suggested ushering her out of the room while she started to clean up.

Carmina sighed and went out of the room and knocked on her brothers door, which was across the hall.




-SORRY IF ITS A BIT SHORT! IM CURRENTLY STUDYING!-

((Mmmm, perhaps a different first name? Winston sounds great, but Rayna's Handler's name is Adam, so it might get confusing...))

A couple hours before dinner, a black stretch limousine pulled to a stop at the front of the house and the chauffeur got out to open the door. Jacob Winston, sole proprieter of Winston International Banks, was home from a business trip in London.

"Mister Winston," a maid greeted him at the door and took his coat.
"Where are my children?"
"They have just been informed of your arrival, sir."

He nodded, "I'll set my things down then." But instead of going upstairs to his bedroom, Jacob removed his shoes right there in the front hall, and handed them to one of the two butlers who were to take his luggage up to his room, while he went into his study to file information he'd collected on his trip.
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The black SUV traveled down the street as I looked at my surroundings in awe. I'd never been to the Upper East Side of New York before; never had a reason too. It was two days after I accepted the news of my first mission. Adam wouldn't tell me who it was I was protecting though, so I assumed it was pretty bad.

And boy was I right.
And I also had to live with them. Twenty-four seven surveillance and protection, and all that.

The vehicle slowed to a stop in front of wrought-iron gates and the friver rolled down the window. "Doan here for a meeting with Mister Winston." Winston. I've heard that name before... I glanced over at Adam who sat next to me, just smirking. My eyes narrowed in suspcion as we continued on through the gate. The driveway was long, but we eventually pulled around a fountain island to stop in front of two large double doors.

"Sir, Winston: Who is this family?"
Adam's grin just widened. "You'll see Lauren."
"Do I know them? ...Sir."
This time he turned a glare at me. "You will find out soon enough."

With that he turned to get out and I did the same. Walking around the car, I was able to fully appreciate the scale of the mansion I observed. It could be considered a castle, no doubt. As we walked up the marble steps, I wondered, Why do they need protection ? There's cameras everywhere!

To the eye of a regular visitor, they wouldn't notice, but my trained eyes saw every nook and cranny for what it really was, innocent, or housing technology's best of the best security systems.

Adam rang the bell and a maid answered the door. She said nothing but walked down the foyer. Adam went ahead and followed her, and I followed him, unsure of what they understood, because nothing was spoken.

The maid stopped in front of double doors at the end of one hall, and knocked, "Sir, Agent Doan here to see you."

Without looking up from his work, Jacob let them in with an, "Enter."
Beginning to get a little nervous, I followed Adam in and sat when our host said we could.

Finally Mister Winston put down his files and looked up at us, "Before we begin, I think it would be appropriate that my children be here as well. Do you disagree, Agent Doan?"
Adam shook his head, "That's a great idea."
"Agent Lauren?"
I followed suit, "No sir."
"Good then," leaning over, he pushed a button on what was immediately identified as an intercom when he spoke into it, "children, to my office please."

((I didn't put the guy's name cuz I don't know what you're renaming him as.))

Carmina heard her dad's voice then contiued knocking on her brothers door. 'We have to go to dads office!' Carmina said then walked off. Carmina quickly went to her room and brushed her long brown hair, so it was neat for dad.She walked through the carpet hallway, looking at all the pictures, and peeking into all the rooms. There was a really pretty guest room. It had a pale green bed cover and a blue carpet. She finally reached his office and she knocked on the door.


-really sorry its short but i diddnt have much to work off-

Carmina leant agasint the wall , waiting for Sam. She was standing on a white creamy colour carpet and their were pot plants and photos all down the hall. She got bored so she decided to go back to her room and wait for her brother. She found her room neat and tidy thanks to the maid, and her laptop was sitting on her bed, plugged into the wall. She got changed into a purple dress, and black leggings . She heard her brother moving about so she decicded to go wait near her dads office again. She smiled at Sam when he came down the hall. 'Hi Daddy!' Carmina shrieked running towards their father and giving him a hug. She stepped back towards her brother and hugged him, trying to annoying him.

((Um, SexyBabe16, please remember that Carmina is a first year in high school, no younger. Unless its really her personality and just how she is, I don't think 14-15 year olds wear Hannah Montana and are actually scared of strangers when their father and brother are in the same room...))

Seemingly out of habit, I didn't move an inch as my charges entered the room. All I knew was that there were two: A guy my age, and his younger sister. I knew nothing else of who they were.

Or so I thought.

Mister Winston nodded at the new entries, "Sam, Carmina, please have a seat."

Sam. Carmina. Sam and Carmina Winston...Those names...
Oh god.

I took a deep breath and my eyes flicked over to where the two sat. The rest of me didn't move a muscle. It was true. I was frustrated more about Sam in particular, as he was my age and all. I didn't know his sister very well. But other than that, I knew they were snobby rich kids who, despite their intelligence, hated to be babyed. They hated me, I hated them. And was their baby-sitter.

Help me!

Adam cleared his throat and sat forward a bit. I remained motionless, examining my surroundings. There were bookshelves along one wall, another desk behind Mister Winston that had a computer and printer. I assumed the situation was so that he could swivel back and forth easily. "As you have been informed, Mister Winston, I am here to provide a bodyguard for your children. I know you've been told of the...predicament their lives are in as well, and I'd like to thank you for letting us protect them..." He glanced at Sam and Carmina. They knew nothing, of course, only now that something was somehow wrong.

Mister Winston turned his gaze on me. "Miss..." he peeked at the folder in front of him. "Lauren. What are your credentials? And I would like to know of your academic situation. At seventeen, surely you are still in school..."

He leaned back and looked expectantly at me. I straightened my posture. "Sir, I have been in this business beginning with physical training since I was six years old. Over the past eleven years I have been fully trained in hand-to-hand combat, stealth, and weapons. These weapons are everything from archery and knives to firearms and explosives. I have been taught to leave unconscious, and...and to kill." My eyes flicked to the two on either side of him, "Though I hope that won't be necessary in this situation."

"As you may know, I attend Shorditch Academy with...Sam and Carmina." I was going to say, 'with your children,' but caught myself realizing that they probably wouldn't like that as Sam was older than me and Carmina was at the age where 'child' was taboo. "I am a senior this coming year sir."

He nodded. "Good good. Now, will there be much change needed?"

Adam shook his head, "The only thing I ask is that they leave the house one at a time for separate engagements and simultaneously for common errands, as Agent Lauren can't be in two places at once. Other than Agent Lauren accompanying them wherever they go, she is at fully liberty to deligate anything else."

Sam shook his head, making a wave of hand as a no.

"No, thank you," he added when he received a rather disapproving glare from his father.

He stood their by the door way, Carmina's arm entangled with one of his and eyebrows fused together in confusion as he leaned by the frame and listened in on the conversation that involved them but didn't exactly involved them. He hated that. He shifted his gaze from his father to the older of their guests and to the girl who looked faintly familiar, or maybe she just looked attractive to him. But at that thought, she introduced herself as their new bodyguard making him eat his words and looked rather flabbergasted at his father who had no complaints or any effort on actually explaining to them for the necessity of such high security; from a seventeen year old girl no less.

"What the hell is this about?!" He intervened, obviously shocked and rather aggravated by the news.

The news that she was in his own school and the same year he was, became an even more surprise. She might even get dragged into the same classes he had. He sighed at the idea, cringing and worrying about what if his friends found out; even worse, what if his girlfriend found out? He'd lose his reputation.

"You're not seriously going to allow some teeny-bopper to chaperon me?" He asked his father, standing up straight and looking the man straight in the eye. "Dad? Come on!" he pleaded. He might have agreed to this more eagerly if Lauren happened to be a man, he wouldn't have mind.

'But, come on Dad, a girl? Going to save my ass everyday?' he thought, biting his lip to stop himself from uttering such disgraceful words in front of his father.

(Sorry sephora_mina i changed it! and now she is just hugging her brother to annoy him! i hope im doing ok! sorry if its a bit short! im trying hard)


'Bodyguard?' Carmina murmed, confused. She listend to dads conversation with the girl and ran all the information through her mind. 'Okay, so i have a 24/7 babysitter? Great, now i am going to be babyed like all the time! My friends can not hear about this!' She thought, getting angry. She folded her arms and leant against her brother,ready to put on a tantrum when the people had left. She wished her dad hadnt came home tonight and had to go interstate for some reason. She tottally did not want to be watched at school by a strange older girl. This was going to be so embarrasing. She felt like stomping out of the room.

"That..." Adam began, glancing at Mr. Winston, "is up to your father, if he wants you to know or not. At this point, everything is strictly confidential and--"

"Later," Mr. Winston cut in, looking at me.

I met his gaze, "Sir?"

"Later, Miss Lauren, I would like you to tell them. Everything."

I turned my head to Adam, who shrugged then nodded, before looking back at Mr. Winston. "Yes sir."

"Well, I believe we're done here," Mr. Winston stood and Adam and I followed suit.

Adam nodded and shook Mr. Winston's hand. "Thank you for inviting us sir."

"Of course Agent Doan. Claire," he called, and the door opened. The same maid from before came in. "Sir?"

"Please show Agent Doan the door."

She nodded and with a handshake and a “Good luck Lauren. I feel we've been training you just for this,” Adam followed Claire from the room.

"Miss Lauren, your things have been brought to one of our guest rooms. Although seeing as we won't know how long your presence is needed, consider it your room here for the time being."

I nodded, "Thank you sir."

"Carmina, please escort Miss Lauren to her room. It is in the West Wing, at the end of the hall from yours and Sam's rooms. For security purposes of course. Dinner is in one hour. I expect one of you," he looked at Sam and Carmina, "to show Miss Lauren the way to the dining room when the time comes. People can get lost here," he added jokingly for my sake.

I grinned good-naturedly. "And, my equipment sir?"

"All in your room. Would you like in any help in setting things up?"

"No thank you sir."

"Understood. You are dismissed."

Carmina kept on leaning agaisnt her brother processing all the information. Her dad was practcilly making them 3 years old again. There was secret information? And they would be informed? Oh great, she was defintly going have to have a tantrum now. As her father said that she was going to escort her to her room, she gasped. ' But.But.But' She stuttered in shock but her father silenced her by putting up his hand. She put on a grumpy face then beckoned Lauren out of the room. She walked down the hallway quickly trying to lose her. She ended up in the hallway and stood agasint her door, waiting for Lauren.

((Um, just so it’s clear, because I’m not sure I worded it right...Rayna will be staying in a guest room.))

I tried to remain professional as I followed Carmina from the room. She took me down the hall and up the stairs to the second floor. My professional guise disintegrated and the 'touristy' side was revealed as I looked about in awe, wide-eyed at the 10-star hotel-like ambience. We finally stopped in front of a door and she opened it. I shuffled in, only to gawk some more. "Thank you Carmina," I turned to the doorway, but she was already gone.

I didn't bother to close the door as I walked to the high king-sized bed and had to jump up to sit on it. From this vantage point I examined my surroundings further. Against one wall were two bookshelves stocked with all sorts of novels and tomes, one on either side of the door. In the far corner of the room was an office set-up with two desks positioned in an 'L'.

Leaping off the bed I walked into the bathroom. It was about half the size of the bedroom, if you included the walk-in closet. I found that all my clothes from home were hung or folded on shelves. My mind was running amuck as I walked back into the bedroom. I remembered the story I had told my parents. Of course, they knew nothing of this life I led.

As long as the summer prevailed, my parents thought I was a councilor at some music camp for prodigies. But once school was back in, I didn't know what I'd say if I still had to live elsewhere. So that gave me one month to get this guy jailed.

I opened the large black duffel bag on the coffee table and pulled out three computer screens. I set them up on one desk with the monitors underneath. One was tapped into the exterior security systems, the second for the interior security systems, and the last for the cameras I would set up in Carmina's and Sam's rooms.

Back in the bag I hefted up a long black case and slid it under the bed. My sniper case. Alongside that I put the several cases that held: My two Glock 22's, two Glock 18's, four silencers, a finger-sized dagger collection of 20 knives that fit into my boots, 10 smoke bombs, 6 grenades, and tons of ammo for the guns. Not to mention a bunch of spyware. I didn't necessarily need all this, but it was my standard kit, and better safe than sorry, right?

Straightening, I tucked two more Glock 22's with silencers under one of the pillows and left the room having put a black band with a silver platform on it, on my finger. I checked my watch. Thirty minutes till lunchtime. So I walked down the hall to Carmina's room.

"I've been given permission to set up cameras in your rooms. I just wanted to know if you were all right with that. Also, as far as addressing each other, shall I call you by your surname, or may I call you Carmina? Here, in your home, anyway. Obviously if my job extended into the school year it would be strange for me to call you Miss Winston. As for me, I would prefer you called me Rayna at all times. ‘Agent Lauren’ is enough from your father."

I could tell right away that my wordless entrance was not received well, and made a mental note to knock next time. "This will only take two minutes max."