The Blue Ribbon

Chapter One

Hayden

"Ten chairs in order in a straight line?!" Commander Hamish ordered.

"Check!" Laborer number one called.

"Names taped on the right chair of each being in order?!" Hamish continued.

"Check!" Laborer number two shouted clearly.

"Each being's information in cases in order?!"

"Check!" Laborer number three yelled back.

"Each information installed into the data processor in order?!"

"Check!" Laborer number four hollared.

"Ten tracker venoms in your waist bag in order?!"

"Check!" Laborer number five called back.

"Assessment center ready for each individual in order?!"

"Check!" Laborer number six hollared.

"Laborer seven and eight, assessment trackers ready for each laborer in order?!"

"Check!" They both called back.

"Ten sturdy ropes for each being in your hands in order?!"

"Check!" I called.

"Ten bullets for each individual in your gun?!" Harmish ordered with a nasty smirk.

"Check!" Laborer number ten spoke loud and clearly, also with a smirk.

Commander Hamish, also known as Matt Hamish, was probably the most ungenerous person I have ever met. He's selfish and will literally kill anyone who will disappoint him in any way.

Hamish opened the large garage door where all the unskilled labors stood behind. Each of them stood still, with ten teenagers hung over their shoulders.

They walked in and set each being in their right chair. Laborer number two and three stepped forward against the front line with Hamish. Number two read each name printed on each chair and number three would call out if they were in the right spot or not.

While number three made sure each being was in the right spot, number five injected each being with the tracker venom. Each being was passed out, and it always made me wonder why Hamish would order his laborers to do that.

Commander Lachian had recently passed away and had chosen Matt Hamish to take his place. Laborer number ten, also known as Jett Norberto, was supposed to take Hamish's place when his time was over. Which would take quite a long time since Matt was only in his early twenties.

He's one of the youngest commanders we've ever had, and after working all these years here, I thought Lachian had made it clear that anyone under thirty was not to be chosen as a commander.

Hamish had created new laws, worse ones than the ones Lachian had made.

Number two, three and five were finishing up.

"Janeyah Hamish, being number nine," number two called out.

"Janeyah Hamish, positioned on target. Inject tracker venom for marking!" Number three ordered to number five.

Number five was already halfway done the injection into Janeyah's arm when Hamish ordered for everyone to stop.

Hamish examined Janeyah's face for a moment before taking a gun out of his waist pack and aiming right at the labor who had brought the girl in.

Nobody dared to say a word as Hamish pulled the trigger and the labor fell down to the ground.

Hamish stuck his gun back against his waist pack and let the laborers continue.