Agent S 2.0

Chapter Six

I wait until I can no longer hear footsteps of an agent heading to their Changing Rooms from the Mission door. I hear nothing but still wait. I wait to make sure no one sees Dominic on this tour and are all in their Changing Rooms. I sit down with my back to the Mission door. Dominic joins me.

"Why are we waiting?" He asks curiously.

"Agents tend to hate new agents. If they see you on a tour you are immediately spotted and talked about." I say with a disappointed sigh.

"Why don't you hate me?" He asks. I look at him and see a curious look. I lean my head back on the door. I reach for the blue stone again.

"Because being in the Agency isn't a clique that someone can't barge into. The Agency isn't a school with strict rules that students and teachers don't like being broken. Heck, being an agent for the Agency isn't even a choice." I say with a sigh. I look at him and see him look down quickly.

"I'm sorry it's just that I get it, it's scary. One day you're learning about American history and the next you're training to be a killing machine. And-and no matter how much you wish you wouldn't have to become that machine you know in the back of your head it'll happen." I say more to myself. I lean my head back to the door. "I don't want to scare you. But I'm not mean to you because I get it." I say as I close my eyes. A silence takes over the room.

"You didn't scare me. Actually you made me feel better." I then look at him. "Before I got into here I-I was a mess. Then some guy in an official suit said some stuff that creeped me out like he'd been watching me." I see his face look completely lost and his hands are frozen in a helpless position. He's talking about a Scout who's seen agent criteria in him. Dominic looks like he wants to do something so badly but can't. He looks like he wants to solve a problem but can't, no matter what. "I thought I was gonna get arrested for the stuff I did out there." He says with a humorless laugh. his hands fall to the ground and his eyes fall to the floor. "He then told me I could be offered a position as a federal agent. He said that they'd give me a home, food, and more, all things I didn't have. They said I had to trade in my life for all those things though." He says sadly. "I didn't know what to do I just knew I wanted to get out of the hole I dug myself and I went with him. Before I knew it I was taken here just a few days ago and there were checkups and interviews." He says leaning his head on the door. "The fact that I don't have to do this agent thing alone, it's just a bunch of weight off my chest."

"Dominic," I say turning towards him. I get off the door and face him.

"And the funny thing is I don't even know your name, and you're my only friend here so far. Wait, can I even call you a friend?" I see him pull a hopeless smile as if he thinks no one will accept him no matter what.

I pull a sympathetic smile, "My name is Sam and I'd love it if you would call me your friend."