The Society of America

Chapter Two

Delilah

I never stopped hating Max Vaughn. I never had a reason to hate him though. I'm sixteen now and I still follow my mother with that very same blind loyalty that I followed her when I was eight. I still did whatever she asked, no matter what. I even joined the army when she told since me to.

I walk into the place, carrying a gun.For an abandoned lot, it was quite clean and in good conditions. I have my team follow me into the place and we searched each and every room. Then someone on my team leads me into a room in the back of the place. I instantly understand why he lead me here. The room is covered with monitors everywhere and all types of advanced technology.

"Maybe you should look through the computer to see if we can find anything," Alexander Mccrae, the man who lead me into the room, suggests. I nod and start looking through the computer for any clues to find Vaughn. I see a file that says 'Maxwell Vaughn' and I click on it. The file has a lot of pictures of passports for different countries with different names, but the same face. Then when I scroll down I see one last passport and it is the only one with a real name. The face in each of these passports is the face of Max Vaughn.

Once I realise that, I can't help but notice how beautiful he is. He has short blond hair and deep set blue eyes. His lips were full with one scar running through them, but that was his only flaw. He looked like an angel. He looked too nice to be a bad guy.

"Lieutenant Munson," Mccrae says. "Are you okay? You seem to be a bit out of sorts."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I murmur. I turn to my team and show them the passports. "This is the face of Max Vaughn," I tell them all.

They cheer happily. This is the first good lead we've had in ages so they deserve to be glad. We take the hard drive of the computer and they all leave. Except for me and my best friend Sierra. She stays and looks at the picture of Vaughn. "He's hot," she tells me, which makes me laugh. "Why can't the good guys look like that?" she asks.

We walk out of the room together, laughing and joking around. "Did you hear about the hotels they're getting us?" she asks after a while.

"No," I tell her. "Why are we staying at a hotel?"

"As a celebration. The government's way of rewarding us."

"What's so special about a hotel?"

She laughs when I tell her this, "It's not just any hotel, it's a five-star hotel." I roll my eyes at how childish she's being. However, I do smile at the idea of staying at a luxurious hotel.

When we get to the place, a colleague of mine, Jordan Hunt walks up to me, smiling. "You're going on a celebratory date with me," he tells me.

"No I'm not," I say.

"Yes you are," he winks. This type of cocky behavior bothers me. He's been asking me out for a while now.

"I'm too young for you," I give him my normal excuse for when this happens. It is true though, I'm only sixteen and he is twenty-one.

"Fine then," he sighs. "But you have to go out with me sometime."

"Okay then," I say, even though that is the last thing I want to do. I walk away from Jordan and head towards my boss. "We want you to do a live interview," he tells me.

"Now?" I whine. It was only thirteen hundred hours but I want to go to my room and nap.

"Yes now," he sighs. "This is very important."

I groan but I let him lead me into a room where Steven Magee, a famous news anchor is.

"Just talk about the search for Vaughn and don't give too many details," he whispers.

I walk up to Steven Magee and we make small talk. Then he has me sit on a chair and he sits on a chair beside me.

The camera is on me and he starts speaking. "Welcome to American News, I'm Steve Magee and I'm going to be interviewing Delilah Munson, head of the terrorism department in the military," he smiles at me. "So Ms. Munson, or can I call you Delilah?"

"Delilah is fine," I reply.

"Such a beautiful name."

"Thank you."

"So how long has the search for Max Vaughn going on?"

"Since he first made that message eight years ago," I smile. "But my team has been looking for him for two years."

"And this is your first good lead?"

"Yes, it has been very slow."

We continue talking like this for what feels like hours. Then when I show him a picture of Max Vaughn, he starts chuckling. "Not your typical villan, huh?" he asks. I know he is talking about how beautiful Vaughn is. I laugh along and continue talking.

After the interview, I head over to my hotel room and I smile when I see how nice the place is. I'm so tired, I instantly fall onto the bed and peel off my clothes until I'm in my underwear. I close my eyes and try to sleep.