I'm sitting on my bed. In dog pajamas. Pastel blue dog pajamas, typing this out.
Because that's my life.
And a fair warning, these first few chapters are a little slow, but try to hang in there (pretty please?) I promise it gets better.., I hope 😂
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The raven-haired man studied the security footage.
"The brunette, Amara, has a brain that's truly extraordinary. She's a genius, but seems totally unaware of it. Quite unlike anything I've ever seen." A tall blonde purred in a Russian accent, her sharp blue eyes darting to peek at her superior's expression.
Or lack thereof.
The man's intense amber eyes studied every detail of the images before him.
"And the other girl... this Chelsie?"
"Like all of us." The blonde replied with a small shrug.
"She can see the changes the Machine makes, and she's not afraid to break rules if need be. She's smart enough, but Amara should be our main focus. Trust me on this, sir."
"Hmm... does Heinrich know about her?"
The blonde bristled a little at the name.
"Yes. He has been alerted to both Amara and Chelsie's existence. The team to remove Chelsie should be heading out in a few days; if all is on schedule. I will send Peter in to get her first. He's the best we have in the field, despite his age."
The raven haired man grunted in reply.
"Amara..." the blonde murmured hesitantly. "I think we should keep her in the game a bit longer."
The man sighed, both with frustration and dismissal.
"Whatever you think is best Anastasia. You haven't been wrong yet."
"Thank you, sir." Anastasia dipped a small bow to her superior before scurrying out of the room, softly murmuring to herself.
The dark haired man leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the video feed. There Amara was, at an average desk at an average school doing average schoolwork. She and her friend were the youngest in their grade. Easily noticeable.
She would be the final piece to the grand puzzle. She just had to be properly manipulated, molded like the finest clay.
Chelsie would not pose problem, the raven haired man just knew. Although; she would serve as a good bartering chip.
Neither of these girls had any idea what was in store for them.
Who was waiting for them.
They didn't know they were destined for greatness.
The tall man turned off the screens absently, standing as he pushed his chair back.
Three hundred years ago the self appointed Head of Humanity had turned on The Machine and started the slow reverse of time.
And now... things would finally start to happen.
The man ran a pale, slender hand through his silvery black hair as he stepped out of the room. It was up to him to carry this whole organization on his shoulders.
If they needed this girl... so be it.
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Oof.
Just remember, nothing is as it seems. 🙃
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