Intentional Killer - Book 2 In The Jessie Series

Chapter 49: The Assassin

The sob that tries to break free was stuck. My body shook and tears slid down my eyes. The heartbreak in Minho's eyes, the look of hurt from Newt, the confusion from Thomas...the shock from everyone else.

"Tell me it's not true, Jess!" Minho begged.

All I could do was lift my head enough to look at him, tears slid down my face. Janson stepped forward and laid a hand on my head making me flinch.

"We took the liberty to place a tacker inside her brain when she was unconscious in our way station those few days. The mind control chip unfortunately was fried thanks to the lightning strike, but no matter. Once our techs figured out how to use the tracker and work their technological innovations, we used the tracker inside her mind to interfere with her short term memory. We can manipulate the brain waves; feeding her small simple instructions. In turn sending us updated locations."

"You forced her. Used mind control!" Minho snarked. He tried throwing the guard who held him off.

"Oh no. We did no such thing. Mind control... That is a fascinating branch of science, phycology and technology. You want to see mind control?" Jason asked, he sounded eager and excited all of a sudden. The greed dropped from every word.

The chain around my cuffs was yanked. The Handler stepped in front of me, eyeing me, sizing me up. He reached into his jack, and pulled a small red book from an inside pocket.

Dread filled me. Dread and panic. I could feel the cold sweat on my forehead, it beaded and rolled down my temples. Even though my hands were clenched into fists so tight my nails broke the skin, they shook uncontrollably. My head was yanked up and the mask was ripped off my face. And the chair and cuffs were removed.

"No! Please no! Please don't!" I pleaded.

I sounded so pathetic, even to myself, my voice shook and it cracked. Hot salty tears kept rolling down my face. Even as he slowly flipped to the right page my stomach twisted in knots. The Handler didn't need the book, he did it to make this whole process drawn out and agonizing.

His voice and that book sent more fear through me than any form of physical pain. He started to read the words. And I cried harder.

"No!" I cried

"Red." He said slowly and clearly. "Night Walker. Four."

"No!" I wailed louder, "Stop! Please, no!'

He kept reading, louder over my pleading to stop. My chain was yanked, making my fall into my knees and elbows. I could feel my body shacking. My mind slipping. I shook my head violently.

"Dashner. Two hundred fifty. Lost. Run. Wicked." He paused.

"Comply."

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Minho:
She had stopped struggling. I watched horrified, frozen to the spot watching as she screamed and pleaded for these random words to stop. The huge guy, who I assumed was this mysterious Handler, watched in mild interest as he read from the small red book.

"Comply."

He closed the red book and stood still watching Jessie. She was still. But I could see every single muscle coiled and tense, like a spring ready to explode. She was panting hard. But she hadn't move, her head hanging down and I couldn't see her face.

"Assassin?" The Handler asked. It was more of a demand.

The entire area was silent. Everyone waiting for whatever the outcome was, WICKED Soldiers and Right Arm captives, everyone was frozen and held their breath.