The Enhanced

Chapter Twelve

The severe knocking jolts me awake.

I jump up from my bed and roll my eyes, it was a guard. Hard, incessant knocking sounds on the other side of the door.

I step forward and open the door to an annoyed looking guard. 

"Your daily schedule will be interrupted by a meeting Commander Carter." The man informs me.

I nod. "What time?" I ask. "Sir." I rush to add.

"It will commence at ten o'clock this morning. Be on time please." He says before turning and leaving me staring at an empty space. 

It was five in the morning and I scoff at how early they decided to wake me to tell me when the meeting was. They couldn't just email me could they?

I was still in yesterdays clothes as I had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning.

I had sat there for hours, staring into space, concocting plans and making up varying strategies.

I change into a fresh set of clothes and set out for the food hall for breakfast.

The hall was completely empty and I sit on a random table chewing on a slightly sour apple.

I stare at the surface of the table as my plans enter my head again. I could do it. I could leave this place, this life.

I sigh as I realise that within seventy two hours I may be a completely different person on a completely different path in life.

I look up when someone pushes the door open and Major Jones walks in.

He sees me looking and nods at me, I nod back.

He grabs several items of food and takes a seat at the same table as me.

I greet him. "Good morning, sir."

"Morning, forty six." He replies.

A short silence reigns over us before Jones breaks it.

"You are aware of your meeting with Commander Carter this morning?" He asks.

"Yes, sir. Ten o'clock, sir." I confirm.

He nods. "Good, forty six." He says.

"Sir?"

He looks up, signalling for me tp continue. 

"Why am I agent forty six if I was the first here?" I ask, a question I had wanted to ask since I was a child.

He clears his throat. "Well, this is the second trial of the drug administered to you. The first trial was of a much smaller scale and consisted of only forty five girls. They all died from complications. That was... well over fifteen years ago." He says.

"Were you there?" I ask.

He nods sadly. "I was. A young man then, barely twenty. I knew every single one of those girls." He says.

"Oh, that's sad." I reply.

"And it's happening all over again." He says with a shake of his head.

"Have more died?" I ask, with concern in my voice.

His gaze snaps up to mine. "What do you mean more?" He asks, acting innocent. 

I shake my head. "I've already seen one girl die there's no point playing dumb. How many?" I ask.

He averts his gaze to the table. "We're getting to the two hundred and fifty mark." He admits.

I gasp. Two hundred and fifty girls killed.