Cavalry Corp.

Chapter 3

"Jaime! We're gonna be late for the tour!" Mom yelled as I rolled down the stairs sluggishly. "I've been inside the building before, mom." I groaned. "Yes but this time it's going to be an employee tour." She grinned.

       Hiring me for the position of Assistant Manager of Entertainment Production was so I could get a sort of feel for being in charge of a super huge group, to see if I'm ready, like how she assigned me a dozen eggs and stop them from breaking, I named them all and cried when I tripped and killed them.

      We walked out of the house and saw our personal driver, John, sitting in our private limousine, I started panicking, my heart rate accelerated, the events from the crash started playing in my head, I started crying, screaming, and my mom desperately tried to get me to calm down, but to no avail. I ran back inside the house and locked myself in my room for the rest of the day.

    I managed to cry myself to sleep, I had a vivid dream of the night of the crash, played in slow-motion, most likely my brain trying to process my earlier panic attack, I saw the events play out but out of the corner of my eye, in the crowd, something a I didn't notice at first, stood a figure in all black, with a red overcoat with a white symbol of a burning eagle. The Dissemblers. A large terrorist organization that is hellbent on tearing apart the United States. Why they attacked me, I still don't know. I woke up and ran towards my mother's room.

"So you think there's an Dissembler inside Cavalry out to get me?" I asked the CIA official.

"Yes, we did find that no other trucks had been marked with a bomb, so it had to be a Cavalry high-up. So we suggest you stay away from Cavalry for a while." We couldn't believe what we were hearing, someone my mother trusted was out to get me, and we had to stay away from our family's 5 generation company.

      I was watching T.V in my room, my mother must have thought I was asleep because she walked out of the house and I heard John's car start and drive off. I decided to take the other car in our garage and follow them. My mom was on her way to Cavalry.

      I circled the block a few times often checking my rear-view mirrors, thankfully, I only saw the reflection of my pale Caucasian complexion. I never saw my mom leave the building, I parked the car a few blocks away and walked into the building, I took the stairs to the 45th floor, and entered me mom's office, it was empty, I hadn't been there in about 3 years, not like it changed all that much, the granite floor and walls, the large window getting a good view of the streets below, and oils paintings of past CEOs of Cavalry, her pictures of us aligned neatly on her desk.

     On her computer, I saw some blueprints for a C.A.R.E center, C.A.R.E was an acronym for Child Adoption Recovery Enterprises. Places where orphans could be properly cared for and given a somewhat normal childhood. They were my father's last idea for mom before he left for his worldwide project, that's what my mom tells me anyway.

     Something else on her computer showed a secret door behind the portrait of my grandfather. I ran over to the portrait and pulls from the left side, my mother's dominant side, and the door opens, and I walk in. What happened in that room changed my life.