Three years ago, Naomi Williams was wrongly convicted of murder. Now eighteen, she’s awaiting a transfer to an adult prison when she receives a mysterious visitor. The man reveals that he’s a government official responsible for her imprisonment, but that’s the least of his bad news. The abusive boyfriend Naomi killed in self defense was the son of an important Renegade leader. Now the Renegades--a
Her best chance for survival lies with the secret agency to which her visitor belongs. Naomi is assured that working for the government will allow her to fight back against the Renegades and avoid further jail time. All she has to do is make it through training and she’ll be ready to take on the terrorists. When her first assignment ends with an unexpected rescue, Naomi isn’t sure what to think. Especially since the boy she saves seems to have quite a few enemies of his own.
James Knox, a member of a notorious street gang, is used to watching his own back, until he angers a rival who would’ve killed him without Naomi’s interference. Once his wounds heal he gets a chance to thank her, only to find that Naomi isn’t particularly comfortable trusting him.
In trying to cut her tenuous ties to James, Naomi accidentally gives him enough information to uncover the truth about her employment. Now she’s caught between accepting his help in her fight against the terrorists and pushing him away for his own safety. If the government finds out what James knows it could mean death for both of them.
THE RECRUITED is a work of YA fiction, complete at 84,000 words. It is the first in a potential trilogy, but capable of standing on its own. Thank you for your time and consideration.
Chapter One: The Offer
Naomi Williams ran, tearing over the grass towards the concrete wall sixty yards away. She had maybe half a minute left to reach it, thirty seconds to push her legs as hard as they could go until she was out of time. Off to her right, clumps of uniformed girls paid her little attention, glancing up only after she’d blown by them.
Ten seconds. Five. Naomi slapped a hand against the wall just as the loud, metallic buzz of an industrial bell called them back inside. Breathless and panting, she braced both hands against the rough surface and leaned forward, dark hair hanging in her face as she stretched out the backs of her calves. There was never enough time for everything that running entailed. If she chose to stretch properly beforehand that took five minutes off her running time. If she didn’t, the cramps hit sooner. It was a battle she couldn’t win.
Raising her head, she craned her neck to see past the top of the concrete. From where she stood, the barbed wire curling along the top of the wall blotted out part of the sky.
“Williams,” a woman’s voice barked from near the entrance to the yard. “Get over here.”
Naomi drew a hand across her forehead, trying to wipe away some of the sweat. It wasn’t like she could go inside and put on a clean outfit. In juvenile prison, there were no changes of clothes at midday.