Red {Wolf Rebellion I}

Chapter 29~Clouded Hell~

The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell.

-Imagine Dragons, "It's Time"

Chapter 29~Clouded Hell~

Kat left my room soon after our conversation, leaving me alone again. My thoughts circled back to Adam, no matter how much I tried not to think about him.

What if he decided that he wanted to leave, that he couldn't stay here? I knew no one would agree to let him go, knowing that Red was out there searching for us. It was only a matter of time until we met again, and I'd rather it be on our terms. But I also couldn't agree to holding him here against his will. I couldn't make him hate me anymore than he already did.

Like Kat said, I just need to give him time. I didn't think seeing Carmine everywhere helped our case either, and I made a note to find Phoenix and see if he could talk to Adam.

Hoping to take my mind off Adam, I opened the journal, flipping to where I'd left off. Either way I was going to be depressed, it might as well distract me.

So I went back to reading, about this agent's team being killed in April, and how he finally began to question what Red was doing. If Red claimed to have the highest and best tech available, how had they let a malfunction slip through? He began to think about this, and it led him to wonder if it hadn't been a malfunction at all. But why, he didn't fully understand yet.

As my eyes skimmed over the entries, my mind was drawn back to the last Hunt I'd been sent on. The intel had been wrong, which never happened at Red. It could cost a team everything if they weren't fully prepared, so intel was triple-checked before a Hunt was planned. And our contacts had malfunctioned. Had they been working, we would have seen that there were more wolves there than we'd been told. But both Carmine's and mine had went haywire simultaneously. Somehow, I doubted Claret's explanation about the enzymes in our eyes ruining them. Roth would've made sure those contacts were safe for field use before he let us have them.

And that man that seemed to know more than he should, Kitler. I wanted to know if he was involved with Red, and why.

I went back to reading through the May entries, anger seeping through my veins at what I read. After he'd been reassigned to a novice team, they'd been sent out almost immediately. There was no way anyone could've thought that was safe. None of them would have known each other well enough to work as a true team.

How did no one notice this? There's no way everyone at Red is in Claret's pocket, there can't be. Why would my team and I be the only ones?

I flipped to the back of the journal, scanning through the records there as I tried to make some connection that made sense.

Agent Enrollment: 2003-2004
(as compared to previous recruitments per year-division C)

There was a graph below that seemed to be hand drawn, with multiple colored lines. It showed a large spike in around January of 2004 on a blue line. The other lines all had large jumps in their numbers, but nowhere near the blue one.

I flipped to the next graph, scanning the writing scrawled in the margins. It seemed like some of it had been erased, or scratched out.

Genetics testing:Round 3C-Trait R.

#112-Rr*
-Call in for further testing and research.

#97-RR
-Records indicate a possibility for retesting due to family history. Schedule for round 4C.

#46-RR
-No further actions will be needed.

The numbers and genetic talk went on for pages, and there were Punnett Squares drawn in using the numbers from above. I turned the journal sideways, reading the words in the margins.