The Edge of Honour

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

Morgan's POV:

As I looked up at the sky, I paid extra attention to each detail. The sun was blinding and much larger than I had ever seen. A few thin wisps of clouds danced across the early morning skyline. I smiled as the bus pulled into the station. This day had the power to change my life forever. I was certain that no matter what was in store for me, nothing would ever be the same again.

Much to my delight, the bus took me directly to Central Park. Many tourists packed into the already overcrowded bus. They were already busy taking pictures of each other and the scenery such as the historic buildings as we made our way towards the destination.

The bus was a double decker, but I had chosen to sit in the bottom level. As I sat in one of the centre rows, I tried my hardest not to attract any unnecessary attention to myself. Since I had received that phone call, I had been even more frightened of being caught by that man. The thought of walking directly into a trap caused me to rethink my decision multiple times, but I knew that this could also provide me with a huge amount of information.

I had no idea who I was meeting and for all I knew they could be even worse than the man in the woods. My gut feeling spurred me on, my heart agreed with it despite my brains frantic protests. There was nobody that I could seek advice from and I knew that the consequences of my actions would not have the power to affect anybody else.

Just as I was contemplating my decision to meet the stranger, we arrived at the park. There was no turning back now, I could only go forward.

My heart pounded in my chest as I descended the steps of the bus and the warm air hit me. I glanced around the park, but nobody caught my eye. I had no clue where I was supposed to meet the agent, but I had a feeling that they would somehow find me. They already seemed to know a great deal about me, I doubted locating me would be a challenge for them.

I made my way over to the nearest lake and walked slowly around the edge of it. My grandmother had taken me here when I had been a young child. The pleasant memories came flooding back and wrapped around me like a warm blanket, protecting from what could potentially happen.

I walked nervously onto the bridge that crossed the centre of the lake. To get a better view of the glistening water, I leaned my head over the railing. I watched as the ducks dove under the water while they waited in anticipation for the small pieces of bread that they were being thrown to them.

I was concentrating on the scene in front of me so intently that I did not notice a tall man approaching me. He stood beside me and coughed loudly to attract my attention.

He reached out his hand to me and unsure of who he was, I slowly returned the gesture with an increasing level of hesitation.

“Morgan Foster, I am pleased to finally meet you. My name is Jet Carver and I will be your trainer for your time with the CIA,” he smiled warmly at me. His hair was brown and stood in small spikes along his head. His eyes were a light shade of blue and almost blended in with the calm sky that day. Despite his long sleeved top, I could see his huge arm muscles struggling to escape its confines.

“The CIA?” I whispered. My body felt as if I was going crazy, surely I had not heard those words escape his mouth.

“You were not told. Were you?” he stated, sadly shaking his head. He began to walk towards the line of benches at the end of the bridge. He directed me to follow and I did so slowly, unsure of what was happening. “You obviously know about your powers so that is a good place to start,” he began. I wondered if he was just making it up, maybe it was all a set-up. With no idea of what he was talking about, I decided that it was best to try and get more information from him.