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
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.
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.
"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