Secrecy

Chapter 7: Survival of the Fittest (The First Day of School)

    I was roughly shaken awake by a frowning, Elite leader, Dominic

   "Get up," he said.

   Wasn't that nice? Being waken up at five in the morning with such a nice, friendly, greeting? With no breakfast, whatsoever? If you didn't get I was being sarcastic then... (*shaking my head*)

   I quickly changed into my usual attire then followed him down into the living room. The team would obviously be there but I never thought he would be here. Lieutenant Creel. When I saw his sneering face my gut wrenched. Creel was sitting on the other side of the dining table. His hands clasped. The team stood around nervously, not even wanting to sit down. Well that was a relief, I thought, See, I'm not the only one who didn't like him.

   I sat down opposite of him. I was going to face him head on. Silently, I took deep breaths. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to calm down, reducing the frantic beating in my chest. When I opened them my emotions shut down completely, my face displaying the most stoic face anyone could pull off. Even Kent would be impressed.

  "I hoped you had a good night sleep," he started nonchalantly.

   I was silent, leaving an extremely awkward moment. Score 1-0 Lynn.

   "You need to tell me what happened. Why did you escape? Where did you go?"

   So they really didn't know, huh? I looked off into the distance already bored. His eyebrows narrowed. 2-0 Lynn.

   "We're going to find out sooner later. If it's later you won't like what's going to happen," he tried a different approach.

   "Wow," I said showing no emotion, "That's the best you can do. Following Guardian Protocol: 101 Interrogations? Okay then, let's see. Depending on the case and age the suspect is you can try multiple ways of interrogation." His jaw tightened. "If suspect is under 15 most likely he/she is extremely cautious, scared and/or paranoid. He/She probably have no idea why they are being interrogated in the first place. First, ask politely for their cooperation."

   "If that doesn't work try lightly threatening them, telling them the consequences. Again, every case is different so results may vary. I'm guessing this wasn't the result you were expecting." I can feel the team's eyes widened as I said this. Where I got that supposedly highly classified information? I scanned a few manuals and handbooks back on the island. It helps when your nanites can store memory, like having microscopic computers inside you... which I did. Creel was having a hard time not to slap me across my face; his fists were white from clenching to hard. 3-0 Lynn.

   "Don't let your emotions show, it says on page 97, paragraph 1, line 9. So it's unprofessional to show that you're impatient with me."

   "So, that's it then," he said calmly, looking at me straight in the eye, "You're not going to tell me why exactly you escaped, how you managed to break through the C.O.N containment field, where you went for the last twenty four hours?"

   My face broke into a mischievous smile, in spite of the situation.

   "I'm not gonna deny it, if that's what you makes you feel any better. I take full responsibility, because that was one of my best and no one should take credit for that masterpiece." I felt the team's scowls radiating behind me, disgusted by how I can say that without feeling any guilt.

   He leaned in closer and whispered so I only I can hear. "Fine, I'll let it go for now. But I'll find what you've been hiding, and when I do..." he smiled viciously as he leaned back into his chair. I gave a curt nod, knowing I was starting a deadly game.

   Creel changed his tone. "Alright, we now have to decide the plan on how the secret weapon will reenter the academy as the other new recruits come in..."