On My Own Again

When I woke up it was just getting light. I took a moment to remember all that had happened and decide what to do next. I laid there for a while listening. I didn't hear anyone, so I slowly crawled out from under the piece of roof. I brushed myself off some and started to look around.
The warehouse was completely gone. It had been reduced to a heap of rubble. I didn't see any sign of people, living or dead. I began walking up a hill to where the van that we came here in had been parked. The van was gone.
I walked back to the pile of junk that used to be the warehouse. Having nothing better to do, I began to search through some of the debris for anything that might be useful. After a while of pulling and digging I found a black briefcase. Inside were several documents. Most of them I couldn't understand, but one of them was just a lot of information about a hotel in Honolulu. About that time I heard a car approaching. I shoved the paper in my pocket and hid behind some rubble. Soon a large truck pulled up a few feet in front of me. I could see hear the door open and close, and I heard someone walking around, searching through the piles of junk. After a few minutes, the car door opened and closed again. The truck started and started to drive away. I peeked out from my hiding place. Just as the truck had gone about thirty feet, the engine died and it lurched to a stop. After trying to start it a few times, the man got out and opened the hood. Almost without thinking, I saw my moment, ran out, and hopped into the back of the truck. I hid under a tarp that was conveniently laying in the truck. After about a minute, the car started up again and we started moving.

The Mission

I was driven around blindfolded for a while. When the car stopped, I was told to get out walk straight. After I had taken a few steps, I was told to stop, and someone took my blindfold off. I looked around. It was night, so I couldn't see very clearly, but I could tell that I was on a hill by some bushes. About a hundred yards in front of me there was a small warehouse. A hand grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to the ground. I turned around and saw Chris. He motioned for me to keep silent. He handed me some large night-vision binoculars and pointed towards the warehouse. I looked through the binoculars, trying to find a window or something on the warehouse. Suddenly, a door opened and a man walked out. It was Carl. He stood outside the warehouse for a few minutes, then walked back in. I turned to Chris.
"Carl," I whispered.
Chris nodded and jotted something down in a notebook. "Let's try and get closer," he whispered back.
I was a little worried. I was told that I would be kept at a safe distance from the enemy. But I didn't have much choice. I followed Chris towards the warehouse. We walked around the building until we reached a window. Chris got on one side and motioned for me to stay on the other side.
Suddenly, the stillness was broken by the sound of a huge explosion inside the warehouse. The darkness was filled with a huge flash of light, and I was thrown to the ground. I turned to see the whole warehouse engulfed in flames. I struggled to stand up and started running towards where the car was. I could feel myself starting to lose consciousness. I managed to get behind a piece of roof that had blown off the building.
Then everything went black.

Training

The word training brought all sorts of pictures to my mind, like martial arts moves, cool gadgets, virtual reality simulations and stuff like that. I was rather disappointed to find that my week-long training was just a week of going to boring meetings. I did learn some interesting things, though:
I was in Hawaii. Apparently, whoever bumped me over the head somehow kept me asleep for a couple days, and I had been flown here. I also learned that the guy who knocked me out was not with the same group of people that I saw when I woke up. I had changed hands sometime while I was unconscious.
I found out some stuff about what I would be doing for the next few days. Apparently, my only use was that I had information about the identities of some of the bad guys. I was to be transported to some location (they didn't tell me exactly where) and try and point out some of the people that I had seen in the last few days, and describe what they were doing and what they said and who they were with.
I was to keep out of trouble, do as I was told, and I'd be on my way home within a few days.

Simple. Right?...