Project: Alchemist

Chapter Two

It's already past midnight but I'm still awake. Both of my colleagues are now asleep. How am I suppose to sleep?

He's Dr. Noah Mckinley. He's your grandfather Nash.

If he's my freaking grandfather, how did I end up on that sector 7 as a prisoner?

Why didn't he told me on the meeting room?

Where's mom and dad? Are they still alive?

Because of the unanswered questions in my head, I didn't notice that the sun is rising up. Night past like a blur.

"Nash are you on drugs?" asked Clyde while we're eating breakfast in the cafeteria.

"I just didn't sleep."

"Oh ho ho why o why? Thinking bout Luna?

I quickly glanced at my side. Clyde is moving his eyebrows up and down. Luna's still at the line. She forgot to buy her drink.

"You're crazy." I turned my attention back to my pasta.

"I can see the way you look at her. Dude I'm telling you, you don't wanna mess with her. She can do muay thai, karate, she can handle guns, swo-!

"Would you just shut up?" I can see in my peripheral vision that Luna is on her way back here

Clyde zip his mouth. Literally. Good little boy.

"What about karate and guns?" She's wearing her usual red sweater. Does she even wash that?

"Nash will be a part of our training from now on so we're talking about that kind of stuffs, right Nashy?"

I'm busy looking at the guy on the other table so I just nod. He's in a back to back position with Luna.

He's wearing a cap, a black sleeveless shirt and a gray pants. Damn muscles flexing. I think he's just my age.