World Traveller

Under Pressure

A/N: Here's an extra long chapter. Sorry for the wait and thanks for all the reads and votes. They mean really much to me.

I woke up the next day. My alarm had gone off at 5:25, as usual. I stood up and walked to my charged phone and turned the alarm off. Taking it I walked back to my bed and watched some YouTube.

Michael Gerade eben

|Anything new?|
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I opened the message.

You
I wasn't able to get into the|
office just yet, sorry|

Michael
|No problem. Are you alright?

You
Always|

Michael
|You sure?

You
Nah, I'm just pretending. This|
wasn't sarcastic at all. But|
thanks nonetheless.|

Michael
|Alright. Could you get back to
|KARR soon?

You
I will, don't worry|

I closed WhatsApp and continued to watch YouTube.

Blackmill Gerade eben

|I'd like the report now.|
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Sighing I opened the message and wrote back:

You
Just a second|

I found myself in the garage, McQueen arrived a second after me.
"Here I am."
Blackmill noticed me and gestured me to him. We both went into his office.
"Here are the files. I wanted you to see them before destroying them. I've only skimmed through them."
He nodded.
"Good job..."
After a while he read all of them.
"Throw them into the fire."
Now I was mildly confused.
"What fire?"
"Upstairs. The second room on the right. It's used to burn things we don't need or want."
"Alright."
I exited the office, and the room closed. If you were to look at it now, no matter how thorough the search, you wouldn't find it. The stairs lead me up to the hallway, and on my left side were the stairs. After I climbed them I turned to the right and walked into the second room. And wouldn't you know it, it held a big oven with an even bigger fire. Now, I'm not afraid of fire, but it did... impress me. To my luck they had a shovel to insert the documents. I put them on the shovel and opened the window. The flame nearly jumped towards me, but I just shoved them in and closed it. I let out the air relieved, then stood up and walked out.
"Done. Hey, I was wondering... How did you get the formula?"
He looked at me a bit surprised.
"Why?"
"I dunno. Maybe the fact that only two people alive know it. And one happens to be my former boss?"
I admit, I was being sassy. But I had a good reason? Why WOULDN'T I wonder?
"Chlara. There is no need to know. Believe me. Some things are just not important enough."
"Why can't you tell me? I mean, you blackmailed me into this. Can't be that bad."
He sighed heavily.
"What do you know about Worldtravelling?"
"Probably the basics... Why?"
"Do you know, that you can bring people before they died canonically?"
"Like Timetravelling?"
"Exactly. Does this answer that?"
"But who gave it to you?"
"You are smart. You'll figure it out."
Now I sighed and threw my hands up.
"Alright."
"Any other questions?"
"... Do you know how Worldtravellers are 'elected'?"
I wanted to know that since I got one myself.
"There are two similar options. We have a ministry that elects people who want to do good. The second would be getting the magic from someone else. That's how the criminals can become Worldtravellers."
"Ah... That sounds plausible. That's probably why you are one too... But who in their right mind elected me? I mean, I was... Twelve. That's really young! Way too young!"
"But you always wanted to do something good. To change something for the better."
'While that may be true, why a twelve year old?' I thought.
"Because you were mature enough."
I let out a laugh.
"In what world am I mature?"
He looked serious.
"The way you handle, or try to handle, your emotions. The way you act. You may be heated, but you always try to do things verbally. Now, if you manage to succeed isn't important. You never laughed about a word you didn't know."
"Of co- Oh. Wait a second, how do you know about...?"
When I was eight or nine, we had to collect newspapers and read them. In one of them rape was mentioned. I had to explain to my laughing class, what that was. No one laughed after my rage-filled explanation. I still don't know how I knew about... That.
"How? I looked at your files. Yes, even those from your old school."
Not being able to speak, I looked at him surprised.
"Wh-...? Why?"
"Simple. I like to know who I work with."
"How!?"
"We have an EMP. Do you really think, we couldn't get this information?"
That was true.
"Wow."
He smiled.
"I don't have anything for you, I'm afraid. How about you go home?"
I nodded. In the next second I was back in my room.
"Shit..."
He could access any information, without any effort... That was really bad. I opened WhatsApp and told Michael. At least one information! Out of many... But I could and had to get it! And I would. For now though, I'd relax, and watch something on YouTube.