Special Force

Part 8

I slowly ate my food while I was thinking about all the information I've got. "When have u joined?" I asked him. "Since my birth. I was born here at the Center of Health in the hospital. My parents were also born here. The Black family has been here for 3 generations. I'm proudly the second one of the third line of course. My brother is 21 and is already going on missions and shit." He said. I nodded.

"Hey bro." Yamai came to sit with me and Jonas Black. "What're you doing?" He asked. "I'm asking him about the schools here." I looked at the stripes on his shoulder: silver. Just like me. "Seems like we're joining the Silver Squad, full of 15-year olds," I said. "Oh no, please no. I'm leaving this place. I hate kids!" Yamai complained.

I chuckled. "Don't worry it won't be that worse. These kids probably have a lot to learn us instead of us learning them something. And we already got our High School educations, so I will probably ask them to only train with the Silver Squad." Yamai sighed while listening to my words. "Seriously?" I nodded and looked at Jason. "Wait, how old are you guys?" He asked.

I pointed at Jay. "That Chinese boy is Jay Liu, he's 21. Yamai Canaïs here is 20 and that other shy dude is Jimmy Denver, he's the youngest and the smallest. He's 17 years old." Jason nodded. "Well, I can ask Sir Thompson or Sir Houston if he can put Jay and you, Yamai, into the Golden Squad. I'll help you with-" "I don't need help, you dumb ass shit. I can already fight." Yamai broke into his sentence. "I think Jimmy needs help because he can be a loser sometimes."

"Okay..." Jason said. "Alright. But for your information, I'm Jonas Black. Second son of the third line from the Blacks." He introduced himself to Yamai. Yamai only nodded and continued to eat. "You can at least be a little bit polite," I told him. Yamai shook his head. "Nah."

"You wanna fight?" Jonas asked. Yamai looked at him, very confused over what he was saying. "C'mon, if you can fight, show me." He told the elder. "My food will get cold." He mumbled and continued to eat. "C'mon, I won't hurt you!" Jonas insisted.

"May I?" I asked. "I don't want to disappoint you, but I do have some skills too!" I told the young man. I placed the last bit of my food in my mouth and immediately swallowed it. I stood up and got into a fighting position. "C'mon," I said while smiling at him. He laughed and got up.

"Kick some ass!" Yamai told me while grinning. I nodded. "I will try." "You won't beat me." Jonas was very confident about his words. "3" Yamai was counting down. "2... 1... Start!" I looked at him and slowly got closer. He jumped at me and kicked me softly in my stomach. The brute force got me taking a few steps backwards.

"Already giving up?" He asked while grinning. "Never!" I said and got closer to kick his knee. He fell down on one knee and tried to get up but I was faster. I threw him on the ground, jumped above him and held him in strangulation. "Can't... Breathe..." His voice was breathless and I let him go.

He bends down on his hands and knees while gasping for air. "Please... Don't hold on that tight..." He gasped and coughed. I chuckled. "Sorry, I was a little too enthusiastic I guess." "You don't look like someone with those abilities, when did you learn to do that?" He stood up and looked at me. "I don't know, I probably had some karate lessons in the past or something," I explained. "I don't remember, I just knew what I had to do."

"Hell yes!" Yamai said and continued eating. He probably just wanted to eat in peace and didn't even watch the fight. I rolled my eyes and sat down again. I continued to eat and we all remained quiet.

"Well, tell something about yourself," Jonas said. "Okay, so... I am 17 years old. I'm a great dancer, I am also a free runner. My name is Tariq Cote and I don't have siblings. My parents are dead..." I told him while thinking. "What else do you wanna know?" Jason shoved his empty plate a little further.

"Maybe where you come from? Or some random things?" He asked me. I nodded. "I don't like mobile phones so I don't have any. I have a tr- SHIT" I randomly scolded myself and ran to the toilet. I heard Jonas yelling at me to get back but I ignored him. I have a tracker in my shoe! This could literally save me or kill me. I sighed and locked the door. I grabbed my shoe and pulled it off. I was still wearing the same shoe so it should be here.

I pulled off my sock and the tracker fell on the ground. "Got it!" I pressed on the big button and sighed. Did it break? Please no. I sighed again and waited. Every minute felt like an hour. I want to leave. I don't want this to happen. I don't want to get back. Not again! There were 28 minutes passed and I still haven't got a reaction.

Suddenly the door got kicked in of the bathroom stall. I placed the tracker underneath the toilet and pressed the button again while I was praying. I heard all the bathroom stalls shatter when they all got kicked open. I suddenly saw Thompson in the bathroom stall.

"What do you think you're doing?!" His voice was harsh and gave me thrills. He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me up. "Where is your GPS tracker?!" He said angrily. I remained silent, not wanting to answer his questions. I suddenly felt a harsh pain in my back and within seconds I noticed he had thrown me into the wall and searched for the tracker himself.

"What the fuck?!" I asked. It wasn't within seconds until Thompson found the tracker and broke it. "Ask that yourself, Cote. Haven't you learned something from the past? Seriously?" He grabbed my shirt again and pulled up his other arm. He was going to punch me. "Answer me! Goddamnit! I hate your silence!"