The Science of Spying (Erityian Tribes, #4) | Published under Pop Fiction

Chapter 26 : I'm Dead

Ulysses . . .

"Hmp. I still don't trust you."

"I don't care as long as I do my job. I don't really need you trust since you're just a humdrum."

"You, jerk!"

"I already know that."

I was awakened by the conversation of two cautious voices. My head was still spinning and panic started to rise when I couldn't move my body but I chose to stay silent because of the situation. I tried remembering what happened before I passed out and realized that one of them was Ulysses. The other one was a female and I could only think of Raven.

"So what are you going to do with that girl?"

"I'm going to dispose her body."

"Is she really dead?"

"You already checked her pulse and heartbeat. What validation do you still need?"

"Fine. I'll report this to the higher-ups. Inform me after you get rid of that body."

I heard how the door closed and opened, followed by the hum of the engine. I was in the driver's seat before I lost consciousness but it seemed like I was moved to the back after that. The car started moving and before I could do anything, I heard his voice inside my head.

'You can now move but don't get up yet,' he said and I felt the warmth finally coursing through my body.

'I thought you were going to kill me a while ago, and damn, you really shot me,' I retorted while moving my arms.

'I had to or else I won't be able to save you,' he explained.

'I realized what you were doing a second before I lost consciousness.'

'You mean your temporary death?'

Napangiti naman ako pagkasabi niya no'n at naalala ko ang nangyari kanina.

"Your desire to catch a Black is too strong that it affects your judgement. That desire, Penelope, would be your death," he said a while ago and I noticed his emphasis on the word 'desire'.

Aside from being an agent and instructor, he's also a surgeon and I remembered how he uses a single word to describe his favorite neurochemicals. When he shot me, I tried hard to recall what he meant by that and that word was the only one I could think of.

During one of our lectures, he said that it is associated with the desire and pleasure system of the brain and it acts as a reward chemical. DA, a contraction of dopamine, a neurochemical but in this case, DA meant something else.

'So you're a double agent now. That's why I haven't seen you this past year,' I stated as I sat down. Ulysses threw a kit at me and I immediately treated my wounds.

'Hoh. I thought you wouldn't figure that out. Out of the four, you're the weakest when it comes to these topics,' he teased and I scowled in return.

'Hey, that was an emergency situation. I must have remembered it due to adrenaline.'

'And? What's the mechanism behind the release of adrenaline?'

'I don't know. This isn't an emergency situation anymore.'

I heard him chuckle after I said that and it made me nostalgic. However, it was short-lived. The nostalgia was replaced by curiosity and apprehension.

'Who was that?' I asked, wincing in pain, as I removed the bullets from my flesh. They seemed like a special type because they didn't penetrate deep enough and there was a small hole at the tip.