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29. Second Chances

Jackson Wilfred plopped down on his chair in his station area. He knew that understanding everything would take long. Especially since the person he was trying to explain everything to, was his sister.

Jackson knew Genevieve wouldn't easily listen to him—not that he expected her to. She was right on that. He should've told her when he decided to go off the grid. But there was nothing he could do about it now.

She was leaving the next day and if he knew Genevieve (which he did, very thoroughly) then she would eventually calm down. His sister was a hot head—she was furious right now, but given time, she would calm down. Granted, she could hold a grudge for a very long time, Jackson trusted that his sister would come to her senses.

Sighing, he stopped rolling the black box Genevieve had given back to him in his hands. He had told her that some things weren't meant to be opened. He knew she wasn't going to figure out what the black box was for, but he suspected Nicole Harvey or Kiara Deaton to know.

Both agents had their own stations and were secretive enough to keep their works in a safe. Five years ago, Jackson would have never lied to his sister. It was a crazy thought that either of them would ever lie to each other. He trusted Genevieve more than he trusted himself. But he had said it himself—everything wasn't meant to opened.

Some things were left better unsaid.

Davidson and he had been partially telling the truth when they told the team of agents that the chip only paralyzed. If that was the case, Redstone wouldn't be so determined to get his weapon. Freezing? They had Tasers for that.

Releasing a heavy breath, Jackson opened his drawer and took out a strong blade. Carefully, he cut through the sides of the black box and soon enough he had a smaller box in front of him. To the simple eye, it would seem like it was just another box. But Jackson and most people at Blind Spot knew better.

Agencies of Blind Spot all over the world had a similar kind of specialized safe made for agents only. The Director had given him a Blind Spot crafted safe when he first saw what his microchip was capable of.

He swiped the box off the desk and bent down to his safe that touched the floor. The upper latch flung open once he punched in the six digit code. He pushed in the smaller box into the empty square space in the safe and waited for it to open. The small box had an electrical lining at its end to deactivate the lock on the safe.

The bunker was the safest place Jackson knew that he could stash the box key. His eyes closed in relief at the sight of the microchip in the glass case. The chip that destroyed everything in he knew in life.

The microchip created to kill. The chip that so many had been killed for.

But there was no going back now. Jackson had invented it and he would have to live with the consequences.

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"Why is it that whenever I see you," Agent Andrew Harley started as Genevieve neared the Blind Spot vehicle, "you're always leaving?"

Genevieve pursed her lips and looked over the car with fake seriousness. "Maybe because you're the most eager to have me gone. Tell me Harley—how bad do you want me gone?"

Harley laughed out loud. "You caught me, Genevieve"—he gestured towards the car—"I suppose we should get going. You have a plane to catch."

Nodding, Genevieve pulled open the door and entered the car. She only had one large travel bag and a small back pack which was sitting in the back seat of the car.

She didn't expect Andrew Harley to be driving her to the airport. The Deputy Head of Blind Spot Agency must have much more important things to do than drive her around. But she wasn't in the mood for questions and answers. She had had enough of that already.