I open my eyes.
Blurry. Blink. Cold. Blink. Bright.
I try to get up. Can't. My body feels numb.
"Shhh, it's okay honey, I'm here."
Oh no, he's here. He's here.
I can't breathe.
***
I jerked up. Looking around me, I realized I'm already on the airplane.
It's just a nightmare.
"Hey sleeping beauty," someone says.
I jumped slightly and turn my head to my right. It's Johan—one of the AD guys escorting me to the base. He has sharp cheekbones and green eyes, but his skill is not better than half of the AD's agents.
After Kelly's message, I kept my guard up till we all settled on the airplane. With the 5 agents surrounded me the whole time—even when I have to go to the restroom, I feel safe. So I fell asleep 4 hours ago.
"So you think I'm beautiful?"
"Well, whoever doesn't see that, is either dumb or blind"
"Finally! Somebody else who thinks Scout is dumb!" I said, beaming.
He chuckles.
A comfortable silence fell between us, before Johan speak again, "You know he has a crush on you, right?"
"Hmm? Who? Scout?! Yeah right," I said rolling my eyes. I gaze out of the window.
"I'm serious! He always looks out for you. He looks at you like you're a fucking treasure."
I kept silent. Letting the words sink in.
He looks at you like you're a fucking treasure.
For a second, my mind went back to when Scout, Kelly, and I were training, 4 years ago.
***
I tried to stand up, but I had no energy left. I fell halfway.Kelly was standing in front of me with a training stick. She's the best at it. I stand no chance against her.
"Kat!" someone said.
It's Scout. He's been watching us train and giving me some advice. He ran to me the second I hit the ground for the hundredth time. Kelly did the same too.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" he asks, worries on his face. He crouches beside me and takes my injured leg on his lap.
"I'm okay," My voice crack.
"You don't look okay, sweetheart."
"Let's take you to the medical center," Kelly said.
"Nah, I got this. Just clean this and tell Mrs. Saxe Kat can't train for a few days."
"Scout, I'm fine–,"
"Shush. You are not fine." He uses his serious tone, "now let me take care of you, sweetheart."
***
He looks at you like you're a fucking treasure.
"It's just a friends thing," I argue.
"Yeah, that is not a friend's thing. The way he looks at you it's just different from the way he looks at Kelly. You're one of SD's best agents, how could you not see that?"
"Don't bring my career into this. And how would you know it's not a friend's thing? You don't even know him."
He sighs, "you really gotta see it for yourself to believe it, don't you?"
I didn't reply.
I spent the rest of the flight admiring the view from up here and recalling memories of me and Scout. And the more I do so, the more convinced I am that Johan was right.
When an announcement ring out, I put my seatbelt back on and go back to gazing outside. I watch as the ground getting closer and closer until we finally land.
***
Half an hour later, I'm in a black limo with the other 5 AD agents escorting me to my hotel. I will meet Scout there, he arrived yesterday. And tomorrow we have to report our arrival and wait for permission to enter the base.
We pull up to a 5-star hotel in the center of the city. It's one of La Reu's properties. The whole staff is from the organization, most of them are ATD's agents. They guard the organization's property when they're not training.
After a quick chat with one of the SD agents assigned here and check-in, one of the staff escorted me to my room.
I quickly took a shower. Put on a white t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a leather jacket with SD's symbol on its back (a red eagle with golden eyes).
"Hey, where you going?" ask someone. Oh yeah, I'm in the same room as Kelly, the first reason is for my protection, and the rest is just nostalgia.
"Scout's room," I replied.
"Can I come?"
"Duuhh, come on." I rolled my eyes.
Chuckling, "Hold on a sec," she said.
We chat the whole way until we're standing in front of Scout's room. Just as I lift my fist to knock, the door was opened from the inside.
He was wearing a blue shirt with the SD's leather jacket too. His hair was tousled and he looks like he just woke up.
"Hey stranger," I teased.
His eyes went wide when he saw me, his jaw dropped for a second before it turns to a huge grin.
"Kat!" He launched at me, squeezing me. "Oh, I missed you so much!"
"C-can't breathe," I said gasping for air.
"Oh sorry." pulling away, he doesn't look sorry at all.
"Hi Kelly," he said, looking behind my shoulder.
"Hey, Scoutieee," shriek Kelly. She tried to hug Scout too, but he stopped her by pushing her forehead away.
"Don't give Kat any ideas please," groaned Scout.
"Hah! too late, ... Scoutie."
He groans in response. "I blame you, Kelsy," He said glaring at her playfully, while Kelly glares back at him, rubbing her forehead.
"I love you, Kelsy." I look at her with wide innocent eyes.
"Okay, sooo... who wants my famous hot chocolate?"
"MEEE!!" I yelled.
And so, we spent the whole day watching movies, drinking hot chocolates, catching up, and pillow fights.
***
"Let's take you to the medical center," Kelly said.
"Nah, I got this. Just clean this and tell Mrs. Saxe Kat can't train for a few days."
"Scout, I'm fine–,"
"Shush. You are not fine." He uses his serious tone, "now let me take care of you, sweetheart."
***
I look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a purple crop top, black leggings with a gold line on the outside of my legs, and the SD's leather jacket."Kat! I swear to god, you've been there for an hour!"I roll my eyes. Scout can be dramatic sometimes. Checking myself for the last time, I quickly grab my phone and exit my room—me and Kelly's room."Have some patience will ya? It takes time to look good. Besides, it's only been 15 minutes," I replied, walking out.As soon as I walked out, I saw his eyes widen."What's wrong?" I blurted out."That crop top is too revealing and that legging is too small for your size, and you're
"Who are you?""No one.""Who sent you?""No one.""Why did they sent you?"This has been going on for hours.***4 hours ago, we went into the tunnel. After walking a mile or so, we found a dead end—for anyone who is not in the organization. For us, it's not a dead end.Britt was quick to take out her ID card and put it in front of the wall. 5 seconds later, the ground from the dead end and 20 feet backward slowly began to go down.It's an elevator. Soon, we're enveloped b
Unknown Number: Be careful of the mission.My heart starts beating faster. I quickly make sure I had locked the door and windows, closing the curtain, taking out a gun and a blade from the weapon rack.I stand behind a knife stool, gun pointing at the door, I'm on high alert.My phone buzz twice. Without removing my gaze from the door, I took it out of my pocket and read the message.Unknown Number: Tell no one. Trust no one.Unknown Number: Reflect upon the answer that stood by you. Look back. Look forward. But don't remember.For the love of food, can he stop speaking in riddles!
Because Scout said I'm too weak to go on with the mission, we stayed at the hotel for the rest of the day. I actually feel okay, but I played along. I spent the whole day in bed. Partly because Scout forced me to and because I also wanted to remember every last detail of my dream. Hoping I would figure why do I keep getting that dream. I know that's a dream because I know it's not my memory and I don't believe in visions like in the movies. But nothing came to mind. In the end, I gave up and went to sleep instead. The next day, after Scout made sure I'm okay, we went on with the plan. It's simple really, the plan. We just have to visit the WD's base not so far from here, find out what's wrong, and fix it.
We continued walking through the tunnel. Inspecting the floor in case the masked guy dropped anything that could be evidence or hints. I kept my guard up the whole time.But nada.No footsteps, no scent, not even a drop of sweat. And that sweat is the most valuable of all.Whoever this masked guy is, he's good. Not all of our agents even know their sweat or their cologne lingering in the air could be a major hint.At the end of the tunnel, he's still nowhere to be found. The only way out is the lift that led to the base.He knew.And worse, he has the ID it requires to activate the lift. There are two possibilities here, one is that
"When I used the passage, there was no smoke, no blood, no mess. Everything was normal."We're back at the hotel, and Minnie is telling us what happened back then. Everyone gets out safe. Only Minnie with a huge scar on her leg plus bruises here and there."When I went into the tunnel, there was no one. As I reached the base, bodies were everywhere. But the lights were still on. I tried using my earpiece, but it's only statics. So I carry on with the procedure, finding survivors." She shook her head, "No one survived. The attack took time quite a while ago. Anyone wasn't shot in the fatal organs, died of blood loss or hunger," she sigh.Who would do that? What kind of monster killed hundreds of people down there? And how? I sigh."Whe
"Hello, sister."The sounds clearly using a voice changer. And it doesn't come from one source. The voice echoed all around me.I scan my surrounding. There's no one here."Who are you?" I asked.He sighs, "I hate him as much as you do, sister. I really do. And I'm just here to get you out of this. Remember that.""Wha-," I breathe out.I pick up one of my glow sticks and I run along the tunnel going to the basement. Scanning my surrounding if there is anything suspicious or out of place.Then I found it.A speaker.
The airport was stacked with people coming and going. Some are saying welcome, and the others saying goodbye. Few got this huge smile on their face, and others got a sad goodbye smile on their face.I observed it. I've always been an excellent observer. Almost every moment caught by my eyes, I remembered. Some of them are pleasant, some were not.But everyone has a flaw. Mine is my father. I remembered him.Every. Single. Thing. About him.His face, his voice, his habit, even his favorite clothes. What I can't remember is his name. I couldn't for the life of me remember it. I don't know why, or how. It just seems impossible to me.I watch my steps as I climbed up the stairs. 5 sets of stairs passed, and my breathing doesn't even fasten.I checked my boarding pass, gate 2, and I'm at gate 9. I have no choice but to walk to gate 2.Halfway there my phone buzz, indicating a call from mom.Here we go.I put on a fake
"Hello, sister."The sounds clearly using a voice changer. And it doesn't come from one source. The voice echoed all around me.I scan my surrounding. There's no one here."Who are you?" I asked.He sighs, "I hate him as much as you do, sister. I really do. And I'm just here to get you out of this. Remember that.""Wha-," I breathe out.I pick up one of my glow sticks and I run along the tunnel going to the basement. Scanning my surrounding if there is anything suspicious or out of place.Then I found it.A speaker.
"When I used the passage, there was no smoke, no blood, no mess. Everything was normal."We're back at the hotel, and Minnie is telling us what happened back then. Everyone gets out safe. Only Minnie with a huge scar on her leg plus bruises here and there."When I went into the tunnel, there was no one. As I reached the base, bodies were everywhere. But the lights were still on. I tried using my earpiece, but it's only statics. So I carry on with the procedure, finding survivors." She shook her head, "No one survived. The attack took time quite a while ago. Anyone wasn't shot in the fatal organs, died of blood loss or hunger," she sigh.Who would do that? What kind of monster killed hundreds of people down there? And how? I sigh."Whe
We continued walking through the tunnel. Inspecting the floor in case the masked guy dropped anything that could be evidence or hints. I kept my guard up the whole time.But nada.No footsteps, no scent, not even a drop of sweat. And that sweat is the most valuable of all.Whoever this masked guy is, he's good. Not all of our agents even know their sweat or their cologne lingering in the air could be a major hint.At the end of the tunnel, he's still nowhere to be found. The only way out is the lift that led to the base.He knew.And worse, he has the ID it requires to activate the lift. There are two possibilities here, one is that
Because Scout said I'm too weak to go on with the mission, we stayed at the hotel for the rest of the day. I actually feel okay, but I played along. I spent the whole day in bed. Partly because Scout forced me to and because I also wanted to remember every last detail of my dream. Hoping I would figure why do I keep getting that dream. I know that's a dream because I know it's not my memory and I don't believe in visions like in the movies. But nothing came to mind. In the end, I gave up and went to sleep instead. The next day, after Scout made sure I'm okay, we went on with the plan. It's simple really, the plan. We just have to visit the WD's base not so far from here, find out what's wrong, and fix it.
Unknown Number: Be careful of the mission.My heart starts beating faster. I quickly make sure I had locked the door and windows, closing the curtain, taking out a gun and a blade from the weapon rack.I stand behind a knife stool, gun pointing at the door, I'm on high alert.My phone buzz twice. Without removing my gaze from the door, I took it out of my pocket and read the message.Unknown Number: Tell no one. Trust no one.Unknown Number: Reflect upon the answer that stood by you. Look back. Look forward. But don't remember.For the love of food, can he stop speaking in riddles!
"Who are you?""No one.""Who sent you?""No one.""Why did they sent you?"This has been going on for hours.***4 hours ago, we went into the tunnel. After walking a mile or so, we found a dead end—for anyone who is not in the organization. For us, it's not a dead end.Britt was quick to take out her ID card and put it in front of the wall. 5 seconds later, the ground from the dead end and 20 feet backward slowly began to go down.It's an elevator. Soon, we're enveloped b
I look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a purple crop top, black leggings with a gold line on the outside of my legs, and the SD's leather jacket."Kat! I swear to god, you've been there for an hour!"I roll my eyes. Scout can be dramatic sometimes. Checking myself for the last time, I quickly grab my phone and exit my room—me and Kelly's room."Have some patience will ya? It takes time to look good. Besides, it's only been 15 minutes," I replied, walking out.As soon as I walked out, I saw his eyes widen."What's wrong?" I blurted out."That crop top is too revealing and that legging is too small for your size, and you're
I open my eyes.Blurry. Blink. Cold. Blink. Bright.I try to get up. Can't. My body feels numb."Shhh, it's okay honey, I'm here."Oh no, he's here. He's here.I can't breathe.***I jerked up. Looking around me, I realized I'm already on the airplane.It's just a nightmare."Hey sleeping beauty," someone says.I jumped slightly and turn my head to my right.
The airport was stacked with people coming and going. Some are saying welcome, and the others saying goodbye. Few got this huge smile on their face, and others got a sad goodbye smile on their face.I observed it. I've always been an excellent observer. Almost every moment caught by my eyes, I remembered. Some of them are pleasant, some were not.But everyone has a flaw. Mine is my father. I remembered him.Every. Single. Thing. About him.His face, his voice, his habit, even his favorite clothes. What I can't remember is his name. I couldn't for the life of me remember it. I don't know why, or how. It just seems impossible to me.I watch my steps as I climbed up the stairs. 5 sets of stairs passed, and my breathing doesn't even fasten.I checked my boarding pass, gate 2, and I'm at gate 9. I have no choice but to walk to gate 2.Halfway there my phone buzz, indicating a call from mom.Here we go.I put on a fake