Special Force

Part 9

"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!" 

"Like I know what happened back then! I just want to leave!" I answered. My hands shivered as I pulled them up. Cold sweat was dripping in my neck.  "We gave you a fucking chance to fix your past and you didn't even take it?! What's wrong with you?! Do you really not care about us at all?!" He sighed and his voice lowered. He threw me on the ground and looked at me with disgust. "I'm starting to think you really did kill those innocent people." 

I gulped. "I- I'm sorry..." "Sorry doesn't fix anything!" His anger got back in just a blink of an eye. "You were born here! I made sure you were alright even though I couldn't do anything else besides dumping you after what you've done to us!" I looked at him with big eyes. "I lost a lot of... all... my memories in a car incident! I don't even re.. remember the accident at all..." My voice was shaking as I spoke. I don't know this man. I don't know who he is or whatever I did in the past. 

He sighed. "Alright..." His anger totally disappeared in a flinch. "I'll explain." He said and stood up and pulled me up too. "But I can't forgive this act of yours!" This man is mad. Crazy! Insane! He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the streets. 

He lead me somewhere while pressing on a spot in his ear. "Waterson and Houston, get in my office. Right now." He said while still leading me the way. People on the street were staring at us, but he didn't even look at them. He didn't give them attention. 

We arrived in no-time at his office. Jeffrey Houston and Mekayla Waterson were there already. "What's wrong?" Jeffrey Houston asked. "Our agent has memory loss. We need to talk, now." Thompson said. Mekayla Waterson nodded and remained quiet. 

"Sit," Thompson ordered. I quickly sat down. "The story starts at your birth. You were born here. Your mom was married off to a criminal. She was abused by your father, raped, used as a slave until she got pregnant. She didn't want you to live a life like you could die every second. She wanted to do something back for the mistakes she made." 

"My parents took her in." Mekayla Waterson said. "I was 7 years old at that time. I still remember everything." Thompson nodded. "Your mother wanted a better life for you, but she didn't survive your birth because of the abuse. Our doctors had to save one of you, her or you. She said that whatever happens, choose the baby. She had made too many mistakes, so I guess someone up there wanted her to pay." Thompson explained. 

"But what happened in the past?" I asked. Jeffrey Houston started to talk first. "You were trained by Thompson's brother. He took you inside his own small house and grew you up, together with Thompson himself. You and him were best friends until high school. You learned to fight before it's legal here, you knew how runic letters worked before you got to study them. You learned every single language you could in a small-time. Ever wondered why you understand Spanish or even Canadian?" 

"Si señor." I suddenly spoke Spanish. "How?" I asked. Thompson was a little quiet before he spoke again. "We still don't know." "But what happened?" I asked again, changing the subject. I know he is lying, but I can't blame him. 

"You fought your way into the living world above and you fucked up. My brother had to save you for your dad. My brother murdered your dad and brought you back. But when he got back he fainted. Your dad poisoned him before we noticed and he died in the Center of Health here. I brought you to Europe and made sure you had a future. Even though it was your fault my brother is dead now." His voice was harsh as he spoke more. He looked like the devil himself. 

"I'm... My condolences..." I said. "I can't remember..." "Well, you still got your ability. I saw it on the camera's. I saw every single thing you were doing. You're smart and still have the abilities from your younger years." I nodded. "We need your help now you've grown. That's the actual reason we brought you here. But to make it logic we also brought your friends." Thompson sighed and grabbed a gun out of his pocket and placed it on his desk. 

His eyes were focussed on me. "We have to leave right now. I want to see what you can do now you've grown. Waterson, get the others, their training starts right now. I'll see you in the private gym. Houston, take over today's planning and get Dolan to help you with the tasks." Thompson stood up and grabbed his gun. "Grab that gun and come with me, Cote." 

I did what was told and grabbed the gun and ran after Thompson as he left the room. My heart was beating in my throat. What's going to happen next? 

~

Next thing I knew, we were in the library. "Grab a random book in a language you don't know yet," Thompson ordered. I nodded and grabbed a book from the shelf. "It's in Turkish," I told him. He grabbed the book and looked at it. "Okay, read." He ordered. I looked confused but did what he told me. I don't want him to get angry again. 

I started reading, the crazy thing was that I understood every single sentence I read. "Now speak in Turkish. What did you read? If you don't answer you're going to shoot yourself through your hand." I told him every single sentence I read in Turkish and what it meant. Even though he was just as confused as me, he started grinning.

"I knew you possessed something, my friend. You have the ability to read and speak everything in every single language. It doesn't take you very long before you learn something new. That's your ability, your brain function is more powerful than you think." He informed me. I looked at him. "Are you serious?" "No." I smiled. He's sarcastic.