The Indigo Children

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When you're training to be an agent, there is this one thing that you should pay attention to: Details. It doesn't matter what kind of detail it is, as long as it's an information about a certain something.

It could be the details of your first crush. Details of the kind of dress you want to wear on a school prom. Details about your parents. Details about a mission. Details about suspicious noises you heard while you're on the phone with your father.

Details you found on the surveillance camera.

The date.

Today is the 13th of July, 2014. But; The date showing at the corner of the screen showed 6th May 2008. Just-- how big of a gap between those dates are? So I called my dad again. Guess what? He didn't answer. I called the agency. Guess what? They didn't answer. I called my mom. Guess what? She did answer, despite the theory my dad had said that she might've forgotten to charge her phone.

She assured me that everything was fine, and there's nothing wrong with the HQ since she had made a call herself. We practically argued, and I lost to my mom's demanding nature. Yet, eventhough all the facts that my mom had listed due to the commotion in HQ was valid and inarguable (I made that word up) because her facts were just spot on, I still feel this bit of uneasiness in the pit of my stomach.

I'd even told her about the surveillance camera incident and how my dad must've used a surveillance tape from 2008 and put it live on the website because he's such a mastermind, she still insisted that the agency had probably put the wrong dates. Which is, hard to believe because the agency loves precision but you know I can't argue further or I'll be thrown into the deepest pit of a volcano mountain.

It's hard for them to admit that they're in trouble because, well, knowing me, I would've booked a plane flight to Indigo Intelligence HQ in an instant. Speaking of the agency, I forgot that I still had the safe opened just like that.

I rushed down to the first floor and locked all possible escape or entrance of the house before taking an afternoon shower and changed into a pair of black slacks and a crop top. After that, I proceeded to my parent's room and put back its contents, the password still echoing in my mind.

I did my homework, like every other students would, and decided to go for a quick drive or shopping around Old Holland. I had texted Felora and Sarah if they had wanted to join me, but, sadly, they were still practicing for the choir team. I was one and all alone, but I really can't blame them for being in the choir team.

But I have to admit, it was a mood killer.

After grabbing my car keys, I exited and locked the house, proceeding to slip into my car. The engine was ignited and the car purred to life, and without even waiting for the car to cool, I pulled out of the front space of my house and drove down the smooth road of Old Holland.

Old rows of shops and buildings decorated each side of the big streets as I passed by, and it took a while for me to spot the biggest and most modern building in town. The town mall. It was a simply, big, rectangular building with polished windows and colourful signs from the shops inside it, the parking lot laying just in front of the entrance.

I parked my car under the shaded parking lot, and going out into the sunshine after cutting off the engine. My phone vibrated in my jeans pockets, indicating a text message going through. It was Felora.

Where are u? Can we join u now?

Being a complete evil friend, I said that I was already back home, since I was in no mood at all to be with any other people after they had declined earlier. I wasn't expecting a reply, and when she did, I didn't respond. I continued to walk towards the mall, and was greeted by the cold gust of air conditioner after stepping in through the automatic sliding doors.