The Enhanced

Chapter Eight

The rest of the day went painfully slow. Aaron didn't comment on my behaviour or stare anymore but he clearly hadn't let it go. He watched closely and I saw his eyes flicker every time I made a stupid, careless mistake. But he kept silent.

Mrs Hearn was her usual self, quiet yet demanding. Mrs Hearn was my Logic teacher, an old woman, probably in her seventies but she was a skilled teacher and her husband worked with Sierra doing the less demanding work due to his age. She was nice enough and challenged me often. I liked her, I liked or at least tolerated most of my teachers, there was definetely worse out there.

Mr Singleton was as absent as ever as he set me intensive work while he got on with his own paperwork. History was more about memory than anything else and i found it particularly easy so I didn't require his help anyhow.

Mr Benson was my least favourite teacher by far and lectured me on the closeness of my admittance of my essay. It had been due today and I only sent it to him this morning. He was not a likeable man and had a boring voice, but he knew what he was doing when it came to Science and so I always listened.

I had decided not to have lunch as my appetite seems to have shrunk even more so. It also gave me time to complete the sheet Miss Karia set for me. She wasn't pleased in the timing as I sent it off to her barely minutes before our lesson though she got over it quickly.

Miss Karia was a soft teacher, in her early thirties, she was dark skinned with soft eyes. She was nicer than most of my teachers and had lots of patience. I respected her greatly.

After another session of Combat I tried to make myself seem lighter and bouncier and more happy though I think I looked more like a deflated fish trying desperately trying to flop back into a nearby pond.

Aaron gave me looks all throughout the lesson, by the end he seems restless almost. I shake him off and leave.

As I exit the room I run smack into Jones. He grunts slightly but straightens himself out quickly enough. "forty six, watch yourself. Now I've been ordered to fetch you." He says.

I nod. "For what, Sir?" I ask.

"Another mission."

Personally, I didn't think another mission was a good idea but I don't object.

I follow Jones silently up several flights of stairs before finally I'm on the same floor as last time. We approach and enter the same conference room as before and I take my same seat.

I stare at Jones expectantly but he simply stands to the side, staring ahead expressionlessly.

Just as I'm about to question him, the door opens and several people walk in. I recognise Sierra immediately. Though it's been barely a day since I've seen her, she looks more withdrawn and pale. She sits across from me and doesn't move, simply staring at the table.

The rest are men, commanders. One makes his way to the front while the others take various seats around the table. I look to the man in charge expectantly now and he waits a moment before beginning.

He looks straight at me. "Agent forty six." He simply says.

I nod instinctively.

He wasn't a young man. Maybe fifties or possiby even sixties. His hair was mostly grey but he was still big and muscley and intimidating enough. He had a commanding voice that seemed like it liked to be obeyed.

"We're sending you into the field." He says, matter of factly.

I gives a hesitant nod. He doesn't even look at me, instead he is glancing through papers in front of him. I glance at Sierra who is reading through papers of her own.