James (Teumessian Trilogy Book 2) Read Free

wanted and once his mind was set on something, James would do it no matter what. Finnegan just shook his head.
    “Just please promise me you will take care of yourself and that you will call me if there are any signs of trouble.” Finnegan stood up to make eye contact with James.
    “Uncle Finn, this is the government, not some rogue terrorist organization. They will not dump me in a ditch or something. I will be safe,” James walked over and took Finnegan by the shoulders.
    “Your father wasn’t safe, and he trusted the government too,” Finnegan said, staring back at James’s eyes.
    James hugged Finnegan. “It will be okay, this is what I want,” James said as he pulled back. “I leave in a week for CIAU in Virginia to begin my basic classes. I am really excited.” James said with a reassuring smile.
    Finnegan wiped a tear from his eye, “Okay, I support whatever you want to do with your life. I just don’t trust the government, but I trust you. You have become a wonderful young man and I am so proud of you,” Finnegan said, reaching out and hugging James again. “I guess you'd better pack your things,” Finnegan smiled.
    “Yes, sir!” James saluted as he rushed up the stairs.
    “It will be okay,” Robby said reassuringly, but Finnegan brushed him off.
    “No, it won’t. He wants to be his father and his father’s own actions brought on his death. I don’t want James to suffer that fate. He deserves better,” Finnegan sobbed.
    “James is strong and smart. He won’t go down that road. He is an adult. We have to trust him to make his own choices,” Robby said, trying to calm Finnegan, but it was no use. He was terrified of losing James, but he knew Robby was right. They had raised a good boy and he would make the right choices.
     

 
     

     
     
    Chapter
    4

 
    James reported for basic classes the following week at CIAU. He was a member of a training class of fifteen new recruits; of which he was the youngest. James looked around the plain classroom which reminded him of high school, only with none of the creative decorations his teachers would put up. He looked closer at his classmates to break them down, five women and the rest were men. Everyone was dressed the same. Grey sweatpants and grey shirts with the CIA logo on left breast. However, James was not as interested in the men as he was in the women. They had caught his eye. James had developed a love for beautiful women, but keeping them was not his thing. He couldn’t maintain any of his relationships. Even at the age of only eighteen, he had developed a pattern when it came to women. He was never good at forming relationships, but his looks and intelligence had taught him how to get female attention at least for the short term. James was so distracted by a blonde with a pixie cut in the room that he didn’t notice a dark-haired man sitting down next to him.
    “So, I see they are bringing guys in straight out of preschool,” he said with a laugh as the rest of the men around him let out a chuckle. “I’m Elliot, graduated top of my class at Duke, and yourself?” Elliot questioned, in his snooty uppity tone, looking over at James.
    James was still staring at the blonde.
    “I’m sorry, are you hard at hearing young-in? I asked where you graduated from.” Elliot asked again, slightly annoyed that James was ignoring him.
    James knew he was the youngest and didn’t want them to know. “It doesn’t matter. We are all here to learn and train. What we have done before doesn’t matter.” James said, turning away from the blonde to face the front of the room.
    “So nowhere of importance, I take it, or no college at all, which wouldn’t surprise me since you look like you’re ten,” Elliot said with a laugh.
    James just ignored him as he stared straight at the front.
    “Fine, little boy, don’t talk to me, just don’t expect my help.” Elliot winked as he turned to face the front.
    “Who said I would need it?” James muttered