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The next day Ma was not happy. She yelled, more liked rasped really loud, for almost an hour about how it should be her making the income for us, not me. Plus, if that wasn't bad enough, she wore 'the look' for the rest of the day, ignoring me every time I spoke a single word. After, I couldn't help but smile when I looked over and chuckled silently seeing her sleeping, mouth agape just a tad and one hand hanging over the side of the couch. N.E.S.T had called that night, around 7ish, just to confirm my interview, to which I responded with an uninterested 'yes'.

I barely slept that night, which sucked. I had run through my checklist a million times. My resume was done, nothing really on there besides 3 different high schools, an odd job at a car shop when I was 16-17 and a 'good word' from Toby Johnson, the head of the car shop, who had loved me and my ability to fix and care for a car.

Now, I'm not saying I'm scared of the dark, because I'm not. I love the dark. But now that I'm sitting beside to men, particularly large, both of which carry loaded guns, in the back of a military vehicle, with no windows and one back door, not a fan. My head was resting in the palm of my hands. I was bored out of my mind! I looked around, taking note of the extra ammo on the wall of the box, before rolling my eyes and looking back at the bench on the opposite side of me. One man, whose name tag read R. Grant, sat beside me, staring forward as well, but not looking half as bored as I probably did. The guy on the other side, whose name tag read P. Van, was staring at me, narrowing his eyes every once in a while.

After what seemed like forever, the vehicle came to a stop. I straightened my back, my face not changing it's bored expression.

"Let's go" Grant said, grabbing my elbow. I stood up, wrenching my elbow out of his grasp and following Van, who was ahead. He opened the gate, and kept walking. I caught it before it could close, scoffing at how ignorant that was. I bit my lip, stopping the little growl from coming out of my throat, holding it open for Grant. As we were walking down the hallway I couldn't stop myself. I slowed down a tad, backing up so that I was next to R. Grant, and the words came out before I could stop them

"What's your first name R Grant?" I asked, looking forward. I felt him stiffen beside me and out of the corner of my eye I could see his face go from bored to shocked

"Robert. You're Lily, I assume." he said more then asked. I nodded, a small 'mhmm' being pronounced. We walked the rest of the way to a metal detector. My belt came off; my shoes went too, and I walked through. Nothing beeped, which allowed me to put my shoes and belt back on. At first P. Van, who I soon found out was actually Paul, was supposed to take me to meet the men who showed up at my door the other day, but Robert stepped in. So now, I was walking next to Grant, a little more comfortable now that he didn't carry a weapon; at least no in his hand.

No words were said or exchanged; we just walked. I looked around, taking mental images of the places that seemed important Grant stopped at this huge door, pushing it open from the bottom, offering me to walk in. I smiled, a little smile as a thank you, before walking forward.

After I heard the door close I lifted my head, just to freeze in shock. The cars that I had seen in the school parking lot were there again the only difference was this time they were clean, and looked like part of a dream. The one that caught my eye the most was the Yellow Lamborghini that was next to my car at school. The guy who owned it had to be not too far. I smirked, thinking of what I could do to the car before he saw, but quickly decided against it. This was just an interview. They could very easily turn me down because of one stupid little mistake.

Robert tapped my shoulder, nodding towards the right; towards a man, probably in his early 30's wearing Army drags. From behind his hair was extremely dark blonde, with a tint of brown hair. The man must've heard us walking because he turned around. It was the man whose name tag read W. Lennox. I stood in front of him, nodding at him before he smiled at me.

"I didn't know you had read my name tag" he chuckled. I furrowed my brow, thinking for a few seconds before I figured that he was referring to my call I had made on Tuesday when I mentioned his name over the phone.

"I may be young, but if two men are standing on my front porch with, like 12 people as backup, I will take not of any name or word I can see, W Lennox." I spoke, trying extremely hard not to add sarcasm to that sentence.

Luckily he just laughed. The next thing he did made me stiffen in fear and I could feel my pupils dilate. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. My eyes flicked straight to his hand. He must've noticed that I was uncomfortable because he slipped his arm off, before smiling again.

"Why don't you come with me, show me what you got." he said. I nodded, following him to the row of cars.

"So, why are these sports cars in a military faction?" I asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, these cars are privately owned by milita- How are you doing that?" he cut off his statement with a question, staring at my quirked eyebrow. I smiled at him, trying hard not to laugh "Anyway, these cars are privately owned by military … personnel. But you would be working on them as well as the military issue vehicles. Now show me what ya got" he said, before an evil smirk crossed his face "Show me what ya got on the yellow Lamborghini" he finished. I smiled at him before looking over.

It looked tense, an, almost, angry aura surrounding it. I walked over, noticing cuts and scrapes over the doors and the trunk. I ran a hand over one of the cuts, a look of shock and disgust crossing washing over my face

"Who would do something like this?" I muttered to myself, actually angry, even though I wasn't exactly a fan of this car, that someone would … disrespect a machine like this on that level. Once I finished my look over I looked up at Lennox. "Do I get to work with the engine?" he nodded

"In time" was all he replied "Come with me" he, and another guy, bald, clearly African-American, probably the same age, whose name tag read R. Epps, walked towards a military Jeep. Lennox popped the hood, motioning me towards the engine

"Come one" Epps said "Whatcha got?"


I was sitting on a chair, signing all these confidentiality agreements about 'secret government program' and 'will serve treason if found guilty' and all that sha-bang. What felt like an hour later, I stood up and walked back to the main hangar. Nobody was roaming the halls, and the time read 12 o'clock so I figured they were all at lunch. I leaned against the wall, looking at the 'privately owned cars' They all sat in the same places they did before.

I walked over to the big GMC Topkick, running my fingers over all the cuts and gashes around the metal. This one had to be the worst. I looked around, noticing cans of paint. I walked over, finding the black paint and a buffer. I wanted to laugh out loud. I wasn't supposed to start work until Monday and I'm starting now. I buffed all of the metal, in gentle slow circles, before finishing, pulling out paint brushes, putting the first coat of paint over the chipped, faded black. Once that was finished and I was waiting for the first coat to dry, to apply the second coat, I looked over and saw a can of yellow paint. It almost matched the Lamborghini's color.

An idea popped into my head. I took a little black paint, mixing it with the yellow, making a gold color. I walked over to the Lamborghini. I knew I shouldn't have been changing the shading but, oh well. I buffed the cuts over this car, finishing the first coat of paint.

Once both vehicles had their second coat dried and secured, I left the hangar, looking for Will. I found him eating lunch in the food court. The only thing was he was eating around other people. I growled, knowing I would have to socialize. I walked over and tapped his shoulder. His hand flew up with one finger extended in a 'give me a minute' gesture. I tightened my lips together, tapping his shoulder a little more firmly. He tunred around, his face wore an annoyed looked, but when he saw me it changed to surprise.

"Lily, can I help you?" he asked.

"Can I go now?" I asked sharply, tapping my foot slightly.

"Oh yeah sure. Optimus, I'll be right back" he spoke to the biggest man who sat in front of him. He lead me too his car, putting me in the back of the car. I sighed, realizing I would have to be in the back of a vehicle, unable to know the exact where-abouts of my work.


I waved Lennox a goodbye as he pulled down the road. I shoved open the door, dropping my bag on the ground and my keys on the ledge

"Hey Ma!" I shouted. I heard an extremely faint and raspy 'Lily?' I walked into the living to see Mom just waking up from a nap. I smiled, pulling out the leftovers from last night, and reheating some of them for her. I placed the bowl on her little table, kissing her forehead and smiling as I watched her nibble on the noodles. I opened the fridge, sighing at what was in there. The leftovers from last night, a water bottle, Mom's medicine, margarine and a few slices of cheese. I buttered the two pieces of bread, the one on the top and the bottom that nobody likes, buttered the outside and placed cheese on the inside. I put the buttered sandwich on the frying pan and waited five minutes. I flipped the sandwich and waited a little more. Once the sandwich was done, I placed my grilled cheese sandwich on a plate and sat at the table.

I sighed as I finished, placing the plate in the sink and pulling a saline bag out of the cupboard. I replaced Ma's saline bag, picking up her bowl. She mumbled a 'thanks', switching channels on the T.V. I washed the dishes, putting them away before I heard a knock at the door.

I opened the door, surprised to see this huge, barrel chested guy, probably about 6ft 3. He had black hair, styled in a military hair cut, and a scar on his right eye. His chest was huge, his arms looked like pythons. What scared me the most was the fact that the Topkick from work was parked on the side of the road. That's when it hit me. He owned the car.

"You Lily?" he asked, his voice had just a tint of a British accent.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" I asked, my voice cold.

"I just wanted to thank you for fixing my truck. He needed that paint coat too." he replied. Just by looking at him I could tell thanking me was a little bit of a challenge. He stuck his hand out, which made me mentally groan. When people tried to shake my hand, I felt obliged to shake theirs too. I reached out, my tiny little hand slipping into his. His hand practically ate mine.

"You're weelcooome" I said, dragging out the last word, just a little confused. He nodded, before stepping back and off the porch. He opened the door, jumping into the drivers seat, and driving down the road again.

I watched him drive away, my brows furrowed together, just a little confused. When the big black behemoth faded into the distance, I sighed, my hands on my hips. I shook my head, completely confused as to why he did that. I didn't even know his name. I turned walking into the house. Just as I closed the door I couldn't help it. I laughed. I laughed and laughed until I was sure my face was red.

I'm pretty sure he and I would get along fine.


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