It's emptier than I thought it would be. It's just a single room dorm with a bed, a table and a small pull-out couch. I feel more alone than ever. The small TV that's kept for my entertainment drones in the background. I can't help but wish that I was back at Tara's place. I wouldn't admit it to her, but it felt like home.
Sighing, I decide to explore the complex. Maybe I'll go look at the gym, or the community pool, and whatever else the HQ offers. I think there's a shooting range somewhere too. As I leave the house, I stick the revolver into my back pocket, securing it tightly. Just in case, I remind myself. I lock the door and walk outside, feeling the crisp air surround me.
I smile at the people I meet on the way and listen to the noise my boots make as they hit the concrete. "You are Tara's visitor?" An old man in a suit and tie stops me. "Yeah, I'm-" He shakes his head.
"Better be careful. That's all I'm saying." He puts his arm on my shoulder, pats it and leaves. I shrug it off and continue. To my disappointment, the pool has been closed for repairs, and the gym is being used for training. I huff and decide to go to the mail room. I probably haven't got mail but at least I get to see what it looks like. It's crowded and packed full of people. Why is there so much rush in the morning?
"You new here?" I turn to see a lady, who seems to be in her fifties.
"Yes ma'am." I say, trying to be as polite as possible.
"Ah, you should come in the afternoon. Morning's when all the agents get their schedules and whatnot. It's busier than a fish market." She chuckles.
"Ohhhh, you live here?" I ask, trying to make small talk.
"I'm an agent." She says, moving towards her mailbox.
Wait, a fifty-year old agent? She elbows a man who was trying to squeeze between both of us. She grabs him by the collar. "Watch it-"
"Mel, S-sorry. I didn't see you there."
I take the chance to disappear, I do not want to get killed on my first day.
I open my mailbox, expecting to find it empty. Inside is a small envelope, barely visible but there nevertheless. I gently take it out and wonder who it's from. It's a shade of brown and neatly sealed. There's no address on the front and it's addressed, "To Roger Smith-"
The stamp. It's not your regular stamp. I look at it closely and see that it's an eagle.
Eagle girl. Tara. It's a letter from Tara.
YOU ARE READING
HIS HEART
Fiksi Umum"I work for the CBI." "You are a spy?" I ask, fascinated at the thought. She looks fragile, like a flower and looks like she wouldn't win a fight against a teddy bear. Maybe she's in the tech branch or something less dangerous. "I'm a licensed kille...
