Stolen Powers

Chapter Twenty: Quentin's Meeting

"Quentin, wake up. Dr. Lin wants to speak with you, personally. Fifteen minutes."

Quentin Johnson groaned and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He was only able to get about three or four hours of sleep last night, because he had a hard time falling asleep. Also, the Mexican government gave him a hard time too. The devices they used to check for weapons and drugs wouldn't let them pass, causing them to miss their flight. Dr. Lin definitely didn't like that, so they chose to fly privately instead, thanks to one of their head scientists.

The seventeen year-old boy got up and slipped on his clothes and his favorite brown sandals. He brushed his teeth and slipped a cap over his head. Before walking out, Quentin remembered that he had bought a gift for Brianna, so he quickly grabbed that and locked his door behind him.

The Mexico City headquarters was way larger than he had expected it to be. All of the Falcons were intimidated by it, but Lin had told them not to be, since they would be treated like kings and queens there, which they were. All they had to do was ask for something and they'd get it. Kaylie definitely took advantage of this, but Quentin wasn't so sure. Ever since Brianna had told them that he was close to executing Welch, he began to look at Lin a different way. Before he could think anything else, Quentin found himself at the doctors' front door.

He knocked. "Dr. Lin? It's Quentin."

A moment passed before he heard Lin's voice from the other side of the door. "Come on in."

He opened the door and found Lin sitting at his desk with a bunch of papers scattered around it. It was fairly well organized, besides that. Glancing at the papers, he could see Austin Powell's face on several of them. He felt uneasy from that. He took a seat in front of him, making him feel like grade school again; it was like sitting in front of the principal's office.

Dr. Lin took a deep breath and smiled at him. "Good morning, Q. How are you feeling? Tired? Content?"

Quentin cleared his throat. "Tired, definitely. Is everything okay?"

He asked that quicker than he intended to, but Lin seemed pleased. "Nothing is wrong, I just wanted to tell you about what is fixing to happen in the next couple of days. Including the growing situation with Captain Welch."

Shivers went down his spine, but he hid it by adjusting in his seat. "Yes, sir. I would like to know your plans."

"Good, because I think you'll like them." Lin tapped a notebook with the end of his pen a few times in thought. "Once we take over Bolivia and the rest of South America, we head to Switzerland and Italy to start our European takeover."

Quentin tried his best to act interested. "That's a great plan, sir. Where in Bolivia is the headquarters?"

"Trinidad. It's in the north-central area," Lin said, still in thought.

"Yes sir," Quentin said, nodding.

Lin looked up and studied him for a minute. He cleared his throat and leaned forward in the seat. "What's on your mind, son?"

He didn't say anything for a little while. Quentin obviously didn't want to tell him about him not agreeing with Welch's possible execution if he didn't do his job. He was like the father he never had. He finally looked up and casually shrugged. "I'm fine, sir."

Lin looked concerned. "Are you sure? I can tell when something's wrong. Is it about Welch?"

Quentin stiffened, and Lin noticed. "Ah, I see. I've noticed the bond between you two growing, after all. That's why I haven't quite killed him yet."

He grew confused after hearing that. "But its against the rules to-"

"Yes, it's against the rules. My rules." Lin rested his elbows against the desk and looked deeply into Quentin's eyes. "Listen, Q. Do you want the death wheel? I know you're aware of what it does. You told the group, after all."