Premeditated Pseudonym

9|New Recruits

At approximately 5 am, we began training again. The assistants escorted us to a room further into the building. The entrance was sealed with a huge steel door, similar to a safe and Suit, as I called him, opened the door with his palm. The mechanized door unlocked and when it had finally opened, everyone was in awe.

As we entered, the door closed behind us and locked tight. We found ourselves in an automated part of the facility. Hi-tech computers and white lab coats graced our eyes as we proceeded forward. We were led to a brightly lit white room to await instructions on phase three of the training. The assistants as well as Suit, stayed outside while we patiently waited.

Suddenly a familiar voice came blaring from the speakers on the wall, instructing us to look at the wall in front of us. The room grew dark and a movie had started. It was a strange one, that started with the promise of grade A relationship training. Then a wind-chime came onscreen. Flashing pictures in between the wind-chime along with the sound, graced our ears.

A woman's voice then began to speak about the journey of life, not as one person but a body of persons becoming one for the greater good of mankind. Words that made no sense whatsoever, followed the chopped and screwed audio of the woman. My eyes became heavy and I had the uncontrollable urge to sleep naked on cold metal while burning a bonfire with the corpses of the ones that betrayed me during my lifetime.

"Rest easy, soon neigh's rebirth shall come!" The voice said to us before I passed out.

* * *

I awoke to a guy wearing a dark blue coverall, with a name tag that said, Frank.

"Sir! Are you okay?" He said as he reached a helping hand to pull me up.

"Huh! What happened? Where am I?

" Sir you don't remember? "

" Remember what? "

" You tripped and rolled down the stairs into the dining room table, then you were hit on the head by the vase on the edge. You really gave us a scare over here"

"So how long have I been out?"

"ugh... 10 minutes sir"

"Oh okay... Damn, I can't even recall anything."

I tried my best to recall any of the events that led up to this moment, but it was to no avail.

"Excuse, Sir... Umm... Frank is it? Yeah... I have one more question. Why are all of you here?"

"You called us sir to help you move your belongings."

I was still puzzled but I had no time to think.

"We're ready sir. Are you okay to drive?"

"Yes, I am. Don't worry about me."

I honestly didn't know where I was moving to, but I guess I'd find out soon enough. I said nothing more to avoid suspicion of my loss of memory. I got in my car and buckled my seat belt. I opened my glove compartment and took out my wallet. Inside, my driver's license read, Dylan Trident, age 30, nationality American, date of issue 21/6/18, expiry 25/6/28.

Had I really forgotten who I was and what I did for a living, and my family? I tried to keep my composure, as I needed to keep focus on the journey ahead. The moving truck bore a name, Joe's Movers on the back. As it pulled off starting our journey, I switched on my car and followed closely.