Artificial Intelligence

Artificial Intelligence ::Chapter 1:: part o2

[Shout out to Angii!!!!! :D I hope you're not asleep by now! xDxD Darn those time differences! lol]

Recap...

Biting my lip, I opened the paper folder to be faced with a Mason family photograph. Jason’s face was circled and enlargened below. He was dressed in a simple black suit, cream shirt and maroon tie. His brown hair was combed to perfection and a forced smile was plastered across his airbrushed face.

 A smile tugged at my lips.

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Chapter 2

Oh this was going to be fun.

‘Everything alright?’ Lockwood asked, eyeing me carefully.

I raised my eyebrows. ‘Just peachy’, I replied, biting my lip.

‘You do know that initiating a relationship with Mr Mason’s son is strictly off limits’, he said sternly.

I almost burst out laughing then, but my training ensured that I kept quiet. If only Lockwood knew, I thought. If only.

Being interested in him? Hardly.

Lockwood was silent for a moment before talking. ‘Well it seems as if you are well sorted, so I shall let you go on your way. Make sure you study that file carefully before heading off. Knowing Jason's background would always be a good thing. Your clothes will be sent to your house and HF824 will get in touch about those... ah lessons in human psychology. If you have any questions make sure to ask me.’

I winced slightly at his words, but kept my expression impassive. I let nothing away – most of the time.

‘Very well Sir’, I stood up, pushing back the leather chair, folder in hand. I made a mental note to tell Agent TY900 to send my clothes to my office instead. With each mission, I required certain attire, and the job went down to Agent TY900, or as most of us called her, The Clothes Guru.

Lockwood dismissed me with a nod of his head and I made my way out of his office. The first thing I did was go down to my office and change into more comfortable clothes, in this case, baggy jeans, converse and a sleeveless white top. Formalities annoyed me, which made me wonder what being the ‘girlfriend’ of Jason Mason would be like. I also wondered why anyone would name their child Jason when his last name was Mason.

People, in general had a way of ticking me off.

I stuffed my formal clothing into my cupboard, not bothered about getting creases on them. Lately, I had taken to living in my office, which would explain the thin blanket sprawled over the couch and the chocolate wrappers on the marble. I wondered what Mom would say if she knew what a mess I was.

Eight days. Eight days until I could leave here and go on my next mission. Unlike the other times, this mission would take longer than the others. Instead of merely lasting two weeks, as the usually did, this could last even... A year. The elections weren’t until October of 2012, and it was only May of 2011. A sudden thought occurred to me then. How long was this mission going to take?! Death threats generally lasted even when the candidate had been adorned president. Hell, they were usually killed during their reign of presidency.

But generally speaking, security umphed by five hundred degrees once the person and their family lived in the White House, so I’d be able to leave then. Safe.

Seventeen months of babysitting and being suppressed. I could handle that, right? I was Kiera Thornton, the person who had smuggled blueprints for the latest Russian bombs all the way to North Korea. So this was going to be easy in comparison to that. Most likely.

Shaking my head, I sat down on my couch and opened Jason Mason’s person file. It was not my first time memorise one. I had done the same countless times before. They made the job easier when you could find out the secrets of those who you would be involved with. It would be easier to manipulate them if there had been a recent tragedy in their home or if there was an illness, in fact. You see, you could threaten them then, and act as if you were having that person tracked, seeming as you knew so much about them already. You could make them cry then and urge them tell you what you wanted to know, bring you where you wanted to go. There was always some sort of weakness. That was what made humans vulnerable.

What could I say? Morals weren’t really in an agent’s best interests. Knowing how to bluff your way through a tight situation... now that skill was something worth having.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I crossed my legs and began reading.

Name: Jason Kearns Mason
   Age: 21
Date of Birth: 4th - April – 1990
Marital Status: Single

Well not anymore, I thought sourly. I’d practically be his wife for the next 500 days.

Puffing, I continued reading on, skimming through his family status. Having a photographic memory did the charm.

Looking at his personal life, I saw that he had had several offences and brushes with the law. Apparently, those matters had been hushed up by his father by means of a few big fat cheques. My eyes circled at the amounts. These people were... loaded.

He had yet to attend university, although he had graduated from high school two years ago – barely. He would have been expelled by now if not for his father and his many links. According to the file, he had tried to run away a few times, but the governor’s bodyguards had caught him before he had crossed the county border.

Jason Kearns Mason would be nothing more than an annoyance. He was a delinquent, who enjoyed breaking the rules. Reining him in and getting him to follow the rules would only lead in disaster.  It sure looked like I’d need a leash for this one.

Sighing, I closed the file, deciding to read it later on tonight. Right now, I needed to do some exercise to get my mind off things.

I switched my jeans for some sweats and headed for the gym, grabbing my iPod as I did. I walked slowly through the large building, with its multiple surveillance cameras that stalked your every move. They were even in the bathrooms, which as a result, many people used only during times of necessities.  But those of us who usually went out on missions had ceased to care, seeming as we had been in much more unpleasant (so to say) situations.

Upon entering the large gym, I stuck in my ear buds and starting blasting them with my favourite music. Classic rock and roll was by far my favourite genre. They were so full of energy and urged me to go on.

The first thing I jumped on was the treadmill, putting it on full speed. I took my hands off the bars, running as fast as my legs could take me.

 ©Munni101

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 [I'm going a little slowly with this one seeming as I don't dedicate a lot of time for it. I wrote the bulk of this last night on the ipod, sent it to email, pasted to word and added some more. It's not a lot, I know, but as I said before, I'm primarily focusing on Forbidden Enchantment. Usually this would still be the first chapter so not a lot of action. I like it this way though. When the action DOES come around, it makes it a lot more exciting]