The Agent Experiment

Chapter 3

We started packing our stuff: pistols, rifles, swords, blades, and our uniform. Dr.Mileley thought it would be wise if we took our uniforms since they were not only designed by him but they are fire proof. So if anyone on the list try to put us on fire we will be safe.

"Agent Z. May I have a word with you?" I stopped what I was doing and faced the president. "If it were up to me I would only be sending Agent ZII and you but Dr. Mileley made it very clear that you're all a package deal.  It's all or nothing with you. Make sure no one screws this up. This is a very important mission."

"Don't worry Sir. No one in Gotham will be hurt and we will eliminate all kind if threat there." I said trying to sound all confident and professional.

"This is not only about Gotham little girl. This is about something way bigger than that. If you guys are successfully complete this mission, think of all the people from think he next generation going under the same treatment as you guys. We could make stronger soldiers. We could be the rulers of the Earth. No one would dare cross if they value their lifes."

"So this is not about you trying to stop crime for the good of Gotham. This is you showing your competitors that you can eliminate any threat presented by them."

"See. I knew you would understand this." President said as he climbed into a black mini van.

That son of a bitch couldn't possibly care less about the well-being of his country. This isn't about us succeeding so then we could be translated to different parts of the world so we could saves life's. He wants to create more agents so he could form an army that would destroy all his enemies in a blink of an eye. Damn these motherfuckers are crazy.

"Olive! It's time hurry up! Section is leaving any moment now." Well I guess I can't really change anything so might as well get it over with as soon as possible.
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"Okay so listen up! This is a 15 hour long flight so please don't make me kill you during those 15 hours. There is a bathroom down the aisle that you may use. These flight attendants will be at your service during this flight. DO NOT ABUSE OF THEM. THEY AREN'T YOUR SLAVES. And lastly no alcohol for any of you. You will be tested when we desend from this jet and I will beat you for drinking and defying my orders. Questions? No questions. Alright then don't bother me until this flight is over."

God damn I feel like a child that just got grounded. No wonder they throw tantrums. This feeling is weird and totally not cool.

"So Olive..." Paul said scooting to the seat on my left. "Tell us at Prisoner News, what do you think about Dr.Mileley not taking blood samples from you every 5 hours? Do you find it sad or exciting?" Everyone chuckled

"Well Mr.Davinci. I think it's going to be fucking paradise not having blood withdrawn from me in a while. Hopefully during this mission my blood will stay where is should have always should have stayed. Inside me."
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"Sweet Olive. It's time to bless us mortals with your beautiful ice blue eyes. Wakey Wakey." Maybe if I ignore Paul he will go away and let me sleep. I've never met a jet so damn comfy in my life. I don't want to move.

"I said. WAKE THE FUCK UP OLIVIA RAE! WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT FOR YOUR LAZY ASS TO WANT TO GET UP. WE ARE ROLLING. THE SHOW MUST CONTINUE AND YOUR HELLA BEHIND."

Fuck. I got up and hurried down the jet.

"Ah ah ah ah. Not so fast Winters. You need to get tested to see how much alcohol you have in your blood."

"First of all I'm not a season. I'm Olivia or Agent Z hell I can even be a snack, Olives but I'm not a season. Second I was asleep the whole time. I didn't when talk to the attendants so obviously I don't have alcohol in my blood."

"Well you do have telekinesis so it's not that I don't trust you its just that...well... I don't trust you. Blow." he put a small device in front of my face. I blew and waited for him to fucking let me go. "Alright then. You're free to go."

Damm. I've only been in the outside world for 15 hours and I'm already tired of it.