Scorpion

Chapter 2: The Traitor

            Two weeks after that event, I walked out of the secret elevator and entered the first door on the right. It looked like a dentist office, and there was a Caucasian man, about forty years old, at a desk. Next to the desk was a dentist chair which had the fancy light and tray with tools. I glanced at the man with barely any white hair and said, “Hey. I was told to come down here. I don’t know why.”

            “Every new agent comes down here,” he replied with a smile that reminded me of Santa Claus. He nodded over to the chair and laid back in it.

            He rolled his chair all the way to me and asked, “How are you feeling, Agent Khatri? Anything hurt?”

            I laughed nervously and replied, “I’m good, Doctor. I just had a cleaning a few weeks ago.”

            “Good, good. Hygiene is still very important you know. Nobody wants to make out with someone with missing or yellow teeth.”

            I froze and looked at him, wondering where a guy like him got a sense of humor worse than me. He laughed at my look and I was kind of scared by this guy. Plus, I watched Final Destination with Roshan last night. This guy was freaking me out.

            “So what are you going to do to me?” I asked him, playing with my watch. I was ready to press that emergency button.

            “”You’ll see,” he replied creepily. He gave me a paper bib and hung it around my neck. He took out a tool and I believe he started cleaning my teeth. I didn’t know the FBI cared about oral hygiene so much. He took something that sprayed water into my mouth, and I could feel it dripping from my mouth and down my chin. Then, he took out a tool that he quickly put in my mouth so I couldn’t see it. I’d probably be scared if I knew what it was. All of a sudden, as he turned it on, I felt pain shoot down my teeth and I let out a startled, low yelp. And what did he do? The maniac laughed.

            “Don’t worry,” he tried to reassure me. “It’ll be over before you know it.” It wasn’t. Pain lived in so many of my teeth that I couldn’t really pinpoint where the pain was originating from. The taste of blood filled my mouth and I saw blood on the doctor’s gloves. I prayed that it would be over soon, because if it wasn’t, I was going to kill this guy. Finally, he turned it off.

            “Alright,” he told me. “You are done. You can rinse your mouth and see what I did in the bathroom. Now, have a good day.” He laughed again, and I got out of there quickly.

            I practically ran to the bathroom, still tasting blood. I threw open the door and spit into the sink. It looked like I killed somebody. I sighed and gurgled out the blood till it ceased to remain in my mouth.

            One of the bathroom stalls opened and Alice came out. She grinned at me and asked, “Did you get a visit from our good dentist?”

            “Yeah,” I whined, and then spit in the sink again. “That hurt!”

            She laughed as she scrubbed soap onto her hands. “I’m glad I don’t have to see him. It’s only for field agents.”

            “Why?” I turned to her.

            She kept her smile as she was washing her hands and replied, “Smile.”

            I showed all my teeth to the mirror and let out a startled gasp. Alice laughed again.

            “This is not funny!” I exclaimed as I stared at my canines, which were extremely sharp. It looked like it could hurt someone. I took my finger and pressed it to one of my teeth, and pain shot down my hand. I pulled back to see blood at the tip of my finger.