The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 35 What Happened in 2003?

Previously

"...but what we should be asking is; Can we trust your brothers word enough for you to meet with him?" Eszter spoke up with her wise-ness.

"I don't trust him and it would be harder than trying to raise four pairs of twins at the same time for him to regain my trust entirely, but if you had asked me that question a few days go I would have said that you were crazy for even suggesting to trust Kendrid, but now I think it's a risk I need to take for the sake of all of your safety and to figure out what the hell is going on between The Agency and The Division." I decided.

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"Are you crazy?!" Haze, Drayton, Brooke and Christian exclaimed at the same time.

I swear they sometimes communicate telepathically with each other.

"You can't just blindly go and meet with him. We have no idea what his real intentions are. He could be leading you into a trap for all we know. You can't- You won't go." Haze continued.

"You can't stop me Haze." I replied in a calm voice, since he was losing his shit right here and right now.

"He's right K. When I was at The Division observing shit, he didn't seem too rebellious against his father." Christian backed Haze up.

"Yeah and even if you were to go you wouldn't be going alone." Drayton said and Brooke nodded agreeing with his brother.

"I can't drag any of you into this." I said firmly. And lightly touched the back of my neck and winched where the pain hadn't let down much since I woke up.

There was something definitely under my hair on the back of my neck. It felt as it there was something or some kind of a shape burnt into my skin and slightly to the right from the burn there was a fresh scar caused by something I'm not sure of just yet.

"What is it?" Drayton asked as he noticed me. He had probably noticed me winching or my thoughtful expression as had the others judging from the frowns they were giving me.

"I don't know. There's something on the back of my neck." I said and Drayton immediately walked behind me and gently brushed my hair out of the way.

As his fingers touched my skin, it felt as if there were small electric shocks travelling trough my skin where he had touched me.

What the hell is that all about?

"K..." he whispered trailing off.

"What? What is it?" I asked eagerly wanting to know the source of the pain.

"Well there is what looks like a wound that you would get from a bullet grazing you and the other thin looks um I-I don't know how to describe it. I think it's better if you see it for your self." He said and took out his phone and took a picture for me.

By now almost everyone was gathered around me to see what was going on.

He handed me his phone and as soon as I saw what had been written on the back of my neck in black ink, my face probably lost all of its color.

They weren't burn marks. They were fresh tattoo marks.

There just below where my hair ended in black numbers were the seven numbers I would always remember, the numbers I would never forget, even if I wished I could.

1792003

Or more specifically; The 17th of September 2003.

That's the date of the memory.