Chapter 22- You've Given Me Everything

Without knocking, I walked into the Director's office. He was looking at a picture frame that was on his desk. Seeing me, he put it down and stood up.

"Agent 341, what a pleasant surprise."

I didn't respond. I just glared. He looked me over and realized what shape I was in; my hair was a knot, my wrists were covered in dried blood, and my clothes were tattered. My right hand had a glove on it to cover up the nasty cut.

He continued. "You look like you're in bad shape, but I'm glad you survived. I was starting to lose faith in you."

I sneered. "Oh, like you ever had any." My tone was so cold, 117 had nothing on me. He cleared his throat and frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh my god, how stupid do you think I am? The faulty locator, 246 betraying us? Why did you set this up?"

He hid it very well, but I could tell in his eyes that he was worried. "Agent 246 betrayed us? What a shame. I assure you that I had nothing to do with-"

"Just tell me now! Admit that it was a set-up! Stop lying to me!"

He paused and put his hands in his pockets. "Fine. The mission was set up to test you and how you've grown in the past months."

I almost laughed. "I cannot believe this. Honestly, what kind of a man does this? What kind of a person sends somebody out to be tortured for a week straight? Just to test me!? You don't know the hell I went through! And not just physically, but mentally too. I've never felt so hopeless and sad in my entire life. I will be scarred forever all because you wanted to test me. To see if I could handle it. It's ridiculous.

You know, sir, I don't know why you even started this camp with your wife. Maybe you wanted to accomplish something, maybe watching children die brings you some sick joy. I don't know. But if your own god damn hubris is more important than the well-being of young adults, if you haven't even mastered the primitive skills of care and love, then you really need to rethink your life."

He was stunned, but not angry. He looked…sad. "Stop, Allison. You don't know a thing."

"You know what? I don't. I don't know anything about you, but it doesn't matter. I used to think so highly of you, I would do anything for you because you've given me everything. The strength, the speed, all of it. You gave me confidence. Hell, you even gave me a friend. But you've given me the biggest secret of my life, and I have to hide it from everybody I love. And I hate to repay you in this way, but sir." I pulled out the pistol from my shorts. "You shouldn't have given me any of it."

And with that, I shot him right between the eyes.

He fell to the ground, and for a long moment everything was silent as I took in everything that happened. I took a deep breath and walked over to his laying body. I put the gun in his limp hand and wrapped his fingers around it. I made sure not to touch anything with my left hand so that no fingerprints could get on it. I walked over to his computer, which was still up and running, and looked for his files on the agents. After scrolling through billions of files, I finally found mine. Taking another breath, I typed in "Missing in Action" under the status line. I saved it, closed it out, and faced his body. He almost seemed at peace, like he was sleeping after a hard day of work. It was the only closure I needed.

"Goodbye sir. It's been an honor working with you."