Chapter 2

When I pulled the trigger I had expected to hear the deafening sound of a bullet tearing through Ezekiel’s skull, but I heard nothing of the sort. Ezekiel stood tall and intimidating with a smile plastered on his face. I didn’t know what to say or do. So I stood there and gawked, watching my adversary crouch low and then jump from roof to roof until he was no longer able to be seen. There was no other way for me to resolve the fight then with a sigh of agony and loss. I had gone through so much to get at this point and, in the end, I had achieved nothing but humiliation.

I clicked a small button on the side of my watch. When I heard a small beeping sound, I spoke into it, “This is Jonathon.”

A voice came from the watch and it said, “What can I do for you?”

“I need transportation from Fullington street and pronto.”

There was another beeping sound and I waited patiently for some type of transportation. As I stood against a brick wall I could feel small droplets of rain fall down from the sky, and then the rain began to fall at a more quickened pace until my hair was completely matted down onto my head and my clothes sticking to me like paint.

I felt cold but I would not shiver; I knew it had something to do with my pride that had been toyed with just a few minutes ago. Finally, a floating black and blue car with its wheels folded under made an abrupt stop right in front of where I stood.

“It’s about time,” I murmured to myself. A door opened up like a butterfly and a man with jet black hair and eyes to match stuck his head out the entryway. He wasn’t the same person I talked to through the watch, but I remembered that this man was new and that this was most likely his first duty; it was once my duty, but that was a long time ago when I was in my youth.

“To the headquarters right?” the dark haired man asked.

I nodded my head and went into the car. Sitting in a very comfy seat adorned with a purple ‘GS’ on it, I could feel the warmth send Goosebumps up my skin. Almost instantly the water on my clothes and skin had started to dry up, and I was no longer cold. Evidently the heat had been turned up to the maximum even before I came in here.

“So Elizah, you enjoying your first day working with the government?” I asked. He was the new kid and since I knew no one else would bother to talk to him, I decided that I would.

While turning the steering wheel abruptly, Elizah replied silently, “Somewhat.”

“You look like you having a hard time with the car. I’ll tell you a secret; if you press the small blue button beside the radio the car actually starts driving itself on its own when you tell it the destination. They only tell spies and assassinators this of course, but I think you’re special.”

“Thanks,” said Elizah, yet he continued to drive on his own.

Conversation afterward had gone from very small to nothing, and I had begun to grow very bored. You would think a seventeen year old kid would have more to say, and definitely if he was chosen to be one among the government, but he was too silent and bland for my liking. I almost opted to drive on my own but when I had started to say something, Elizah pulled up to a grey, artistically shaped building; the headquarters.

We were finally there.

When I stepped out Elizah put the vehicle back into action and whooshed off through the sky. He was most likely going to put the car back in its special place where it belonged, or at least I hoped so. Maybe I felt uncomfortable around him because I couldn’t talk to him, but I swear there was something weird about that boy.

I followed the path to the glass doors in silence, lost within my thoughts once again. A man with glasses two large for his face held the door open for me, and I thanked him and went inside. I sniffed in the familiar smell of the front room, and sighed in pleasure. I was glad to be back inside the comforting walls of the headquarters where I belonged.

“Shiloh, Long time no see!” I shouted over to her. She sat at the front desk, her long black hair in a tight bun, her green eyes surveying a couple of papers. She seemed to ignore me. I walked over to her in quick strides.

“Hi Shiloh,” I said. Finally, she looked up from her papers and into my eyes with a cold stare. Not a cold stare of hatred, but a cold stare of austerity. That’s just the type of person she was; never lightened up long enough to put even a smirk on her face.

“Mr. Randall,” She replied, her eyes now back on her papers, “It is nice to see you with minor cuts. I thought you wouldn’t make it back.”

I leaned my elbow on her desk and said, “So you doubted me?”

“I didn’t doubt you Mr. Randall, not for one second. But how could one so accomplished jump into a battle so dangerous and uncalled for.”

“Uncalled for,” I shouted, banging my fists on her desk, “The Fiend massacred my whole family!”

She continued to look at her papers and type something on her laptop. I had screamed at her, and when there was trouble she avoided it. But I didn’t mean to, I was just devastated...very devastated.

“I’m sorry,” I said, and then I took my elbow off of her desk.

Just when I was about to open the door and head for the intensive care unit, I heard Shiloh say, “Mr. Randall...welcome back.”

I looked back towards her, but she was already engaged into her work again. I could feel a soft smile form on my face, and then I headed out.

That was Shiloh.

XXXX

It was easy to get dizzy in the intensive care unit. The walls were white, the floor was white, and the workers here even wore white lab coats. Everyone welcomed me with nods and handshakes. I did the same in return.

The intensive care unit was a place filled with different rooms meant for different problems. I had to go to the room for minor cuts, and, because it was the first room, I didn’t have to walk a very long way.

When I reached the room, the door was ajar. I knew it wasn’t right to just walk in, but I did so anyway and there I found a lady clad in a special type of doctor robe. The majority of it was white, but on the left and right side there were two large purple triangles with golden stars in the middle.

“Has it really been a whole month since I’ve last seen you? Welcome back Jonathon,” She said, a smile on her tanned face. She put her notepad down on a cabinet-like desk, and folded her arms, eyeing me mischievously.

“Sheri, you haven’t changed a bit!”

“By the looks of it,” she started, “Neither have you. I see a few minor cuts on your elbows and arms. I’ll get right to that so that you can be on your way.”

“No, no. I’m not in a rush. I don’t come here to see you a lot and you’re always working too much to do anything else. I see you got an upgrade.”

She pulled out some bandages and alcohol. Dampening some alcohol on a piece of cotton and then patting it on one of my cuts she replied, “Yep, Sheri got an upgrade. I guess all of them long hours of work finally paid off.”

She continued to do the same for each and every one of my cuts until they were all bandaged up. It wasn’t as though I was really in harm, and I didn’t get hurt enough to actually have to go to an intensive care unit, but at the Governments Headquarters every cut you get must be checked by a professional or you could not work. This was a strict place and I respected that.

“Thanks Sheri,” I said to her, putting my jacket back on. She waved at me as I left out the room.

XXXX

Walking down the hall of fame and looking at the special officers that adorned the wall, I didn’t know where my next destination should be. I could go to the cafeteria, but I’m not really all that hungry. Just when I was about to head up to my dormitory I heard a defiant voice coming from the intercoms.

“All assassinators and spies, please report to meeting room 8b immediately! All assassinators and spies, please report to meeting room 8b immediately!”

I could tell it was urgent. Lieutenant Ruron barely ever announces anything, or shows himself for that matter. As I turned around and headed for the nearest floor transporter, I couldn’t help but wonder what crazy mission I would be apart of next.