I'll Track You Down

Training

I don't try to get any more sleep. I've already gotten enough to last me through the night. I take a deep breath out, "Even though Caspian isn't lying about anything, I have to do what's right."

I call Decker and tell him everything, he sits there for a long while listening to everything I have to say, and why I did it. But I don't apologize, I did everything for the right reasons and Decker sees that.

"But you will turn him in when you're done using him? Even though he wasn't aware of the crimes he committed whilst with Malgrave, he still committed them, and he has to be punished."

"I agree, and I will be updating you on our progress, don't worry about me Decker. I have it all under control."

"But if you don't, call me, now that I have your location I can help."

"Thanks Decker." I say while hanging up, "I'm proud of myself for coming clean to Decker." I try to convince myself. "Even though Caspian only has good intentions, he's still responsible for many deaths of innocent people. And I'm doing the right thing by turning him in, although I'll feel guilty when I see Caspian again, he belongs behind a cell, and even after everything he did today, nothing will ever prove me wrong."

I stand up and decide to practice my form and aim. I haven't been on my feet in a while, and if I'm going to be of use to Caspian I need to stay ready for anything.

When the sun peeks through the horizon, staining the ocean in golden light I'm drenched in sweat.

I'd spent the last few hours training and practicing my aim with my throwing knives. I really hope Caspian doesn't notice all the holes in the wall across from me.

"There should really be a training room or something." I think aloud. I expected to feel tired but I feel strangely refreshed.

I step into the bathroom to take a shower and I brace for all of the blood on the walls and floor. I'm surprised when I don't see a single thing out of place, as if it never happened.

Steamy water pours down my back as I soothe all the aches in tension in my body. I stop to think.

My life is so twisted right now, my best friend is dead, murdered by the man I'm trying to kill.

I'm conning a man who's trying to help me, but I'm doing it for the right reasons. I massage my head, working the shampoo into my hair. Caspian is a good man, however, Malgrave isn't and there are consequences for working with people like that.

"He's committed crimes, Kalisa." I tell myself. "He deserves to be put in prison." I don't understand why I need to keep convincing myself that he's done bad things, I just need to come to terms with the fact that I've made choices and I stand by them, "I'd make the same decision if it was presented to me again."

I step out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror noticing all the curves and edges, I trace my scars with my eyes, some shallow, some deep. Just then I hear a knock on the door, "Who could be here at six in the morning?" I cover myself with a towel and open the door, it's only Vivana. She scolds me for not eating anything at dinner last night and hands me some clothes.

"What I have in the closet is substantial."

"Oh, he didn't tell you." Vivana puts her palm to her face. "Of course he didn't. You're scuba diving today, I have your wetsuit and your coverup right here." My eyes grow wide. "You know how to scuba dive, right?"

"Yes I took a course on it during my training for my agency, I'm just a little foggy on it."

"Eh, you'll be fine, don't worry. Between you and me, Caspian sucks just as much as you probably do. Anyways, it's for a mission you'll be going on. Get dressed quickly, breakfast in ten, and if you don't eat something I'm going to strangle you with your hair." Vivana leaves to let me get changed alone, and I let myself drift away in the quiet of the morning.

My suit isn't uncomfortable, just a little weird, it's cut off above the elbow and below my thighs, there's about a million pockets in the loose pants I'm given to wear over it, and I fill the bigger ones with my guns.

I decide to only take one knife with me, and it gets shoved in my shoe as usual. I open my window, breathing in the morning sun and letting my hair dry completely.