Generation of Assassins

Chapter Two: Little Soldier

Chapter Two: Little Soldier

Name: Quentin
Location: School- dorm room
Date: September 17, 2015
Time: 9:53 am

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I sat at my desk in my room at the "school". This place is big enough to give us room at a building to the west of the gate entrance. The place is like a palace and each room is customized to each person.

A single lamp illuminates the oak wood box. I pull out the silver key from my bag and I hesitate before unlocking the box. Inside there are two video cameras and several tapes. All are blank but one labeled "Q". I insert the tape and turn on the camera.

I nearly fall back in my chair. The picture that comes up is Madi. She is smiling and waving at the camera. Behind her is a metal room and she appears to be sitting down. She has on a green jacket and a dark blue shirt. She has her usual pair of blue goggles on her head. Ever since she invented those goggles she's never been anywhere without them.
She does look tired despite her little wave at the beginning.

"Name: Madeline Silver.... Age: 15... Blah blah blah. Usual logging in stuff. Today's date is... Uh.... September 14, 2015. Time..."

She looks at her black watch.

"6:57 pm. Location: Classified. I.. uh... I have just ran from "school" and uh.. yeah."

She rubs the back of her neck.

"I know I should talk about it but I don't really want to at the moment. Later. Later on. Yeah... Later on I will. I am making this log for... for what again? Uh! I'm so tired! I need sleep!"

Madi's eyes become dreary. She does look tired. I see her look behind the camera and nod.
"Have to go. Duty calls. Madi out."

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I breath a sigh. My heart feels even heavier now. Madi didn't mention me. Maybe she really did betray me. Something about her was off. It wasn't like her. I don't know why but I just wasn't.

As I'm about to remove the tape another image pops up. A man.. maybe thirty?... He's sitting in the same spot Madi was. Black hair and dull, blue eyes. He appears tall and strong but his posture gives him off as nervous.

"Alright um... To whichever kid they decide to give this too.... Um... Inside there is another video tape and some blank tapes. We want you to record your experience at the "school" and uh... yeah... I assume they'll give it someone who knows that girl previously. Just... Know that we want you to record your experience. It's for uh... uh research. Destroy this tape and the camera you are using. We're counting on you soldier."

The video gives an awkward cut out.

"Soldier?" I nearly laugh out. "I'm no soldier."

I shut the camera and put it back in the box. I open my drawer and lift up the bottom, revealing a secret hatch I thought of and Madi invented.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. I look over wearily and stand, putting everything back to where it was a messing up my bed, making it look like I had been asleep. I walk over to the door and press the open button on the panel and the door slides to the right. When I see who it is I am met with our supervisor for 25 of us. There are four supervisors, each watching over 25 students. Mine and Madi's was a tall man by the name of George Port. He has brown hair and muddy brown eyes, around his late thirties and he always wears the same outfit: white dress shirt, brown pants, a different colored tie and a white lab coat or a brown jacket, matching his pants.

I give a small salute.

"You look enthusiastic Quentin," George says.

"Thanks... sir," I mutter, annoyance in my voice.

"So sorry to hear about your.. partner," he says.

"Yeah, whatever, she betrayed me. That's it," I say.

George gives me a look as if a question was answered.

"So.. You had no idea she would leave?" George asks and I snarl.

"IF I KNEW SHE WAS GONNA LEAVE I WOULD'VE STOPPED HER!" I yell.

"Not go with her?"

"Where to? We don't know anyone outside of this academy!"

George puts his hand on my shoulder and I realize that I'm breathing heavily. I swipe his hand away.

"Did you just come to anger me more?" I hiss. "If so leave. I don't need another nuisance to be bothered with."

"No," George explains. "I actually wanted to know if you've heard anything from her. If she wanted to contact anyone it would be you. After all, you two are friends, right?"

"That can be debated. Especially after this." I hiss.

George nods, almost seeming pleased.

"Sorry to bother you. You have tomorrow off after this. Plus, your injury..."

"Yeah, I get it," I say. "What time is it?"

George looks at his watch.

"About 10:30ish. Why?"

"I was asleep until now. Only had about an hour. I'm gonna go back to bed," I mumble, giving a slight yawn.

"Teenagers need their beauty sleep," George says in a father like tone. "Get some rest. I'll come get you for training in a couple of days."

I nod and George leaves. I walk over to my desk, taking out the box again. I put in an empty tape and turn on record.

"This is Quentin Kwake. Age: 15. Location: School...."

~
Location: School
Date: September 17, 2015
Time: 10:32

"The kid didn't know Madeline would run," George said to a man in a black suit. "He seems quite upset."

"We must prevent him from looking for her," a red haired woman says.

"Not to worry. He seems to be... reviewing their friendship. He views her as a traitor, betraying him," George explains.

"Good. He has always been our best AK," a buff man says. "Such a good soldier."

"Let's keep it that way," the woman says.

"However, I do worry," George says. "Ever since we introduced Madeline and Quentin they have been like brother and sister. She always kept him under control. Now that she is gone we might have to deal with his rage personally."

"That can be handled. Let's treat him kindly for now. Make sure he won't try and run off looking for her," the woman says. "As said before he may think he is free but he is our little soldier."