Artemis {ON HOLD}

Chapter 3

The car ride is about as quiet as a funeral. I made several attempts to turn on the radio but for some reason I wanted to listen to the alternative stations and Caleman refused to listen to that 'rubbish'. So it remained silent. The ride lasted a two hours which gave me time to truly think about everything that had happened. I still haven't been able to recover any of my memory no matter how hard I try. I have been trying to think of reasons that would make sense as to why Black Death would want me but nothing makes sense now. From my looks I guesstimate my age to be somewhere in the 15-18 years old range. I'm extremely fit for my age and agile. I'm a good fighter and have perfect aim with a gun. Its clear I must've had some high level training. My mind is sharp and I'm highly aware of my surroundings. I've noticed that from when I woke up, my memory is perfect. I can remember every little detail of everything. I still don't fully trust Caleman. It seems that he's the 'good guy' and Black Death is the 'bad guy' but I can't jump to conclusions. My ultimate goal is to recover my memory but if possible I plan to find out all I can about Black Death and the British intelligence. If that means lying and killing then I'm more than willing. I won't let feelings get in the way of things and that's why I won't get an emotional attachment to Caleman in case he becomes expendable. A part of me wants to shudder at the thought of killing but another part of me scolds that part of myself for being weak. I feel like my insides are tearing each other apart and the bad side is winning. What if I'm a bad guy? I refuse to acknowledge the thought because I don't want to truly think about what the answer might be.

My thoughts go on like this until Caleman finally pulls into the parking lot of a bank. "What, did you forget to load up on cash?" I ask, stretching lazily.

Caleman snorts. "No, this is the headquarters. The bank is a front."

I roll my eyes. "Of course the bank is a front. Because this couldn't get any more cliché."

"Stop bitching and lets go." Caleman orders and gets out of the car and heads toward the building.

"Sir yes sir!" I mock salut him and quickly catch up to him as he opens the door.

"Can I help you?" A blonde clerk asks, with a smile so wide and colored with lipstick that it looks painted on.

Caleman straightens his posture a bit and responds. " Hello, Janice. We need to see the big guy upstairs."

I frown. "Are we talking about a person or God? Cause if the answer is God than I'm totally not ready to die. I got a life, you know. Even if I can't remember it."

Janice laughs, dropping the act. "Well you certainly seem... eccentric. I'm sure that you're going to worth the trouble." She winks at me.

"You're lucky you're a girl otherwise that totally would've made you seem like a rapist." I point out.

Caleman clears his throat. "We need to get going."

" Well then, what are we waiting for? Lead the way Dickie Boy!"  I say.

Janice doubles over with laughter. Caleman glares at her and heads toward the elevator. Just as the door slides open with a ding I throw my arms out in front of Caleman and shout "WAIT!"

Caleman takes a step back, startled. "What?"

I put my hands on my hips. "Well so far this has been the cliché of all clichés so we have to make sure the elevator isn't a cliché too." I roll my eyes like its obvious. I'm not actually serious and Caleman can tell but he humors me anyway. "And how would the elevator be a cliché?"

"In like every spy movie the bad guy takes the elevator out and uses a projector to make it look like theres an elevator so the good guy walks into the fake elevator and shwoop! He falls to his death!" I make a show of sticking my head in the elevator and looking around but before I can finish my fake inspection, Caleman shoves me in and walks in and pushes the button. "Damnit Dickie Boy, weren't you listening?? I could've died!!!" I say as I readjust my position so I'm sitting on my ass with my legs stretched out in front of me and my arms folded over my chest as I fake pout.