Chapter 4
"Good morning."
Robby jumped on the bed, shaken and scared. He looked around in disbelief.
"You don't have to fear Robby. You are safe now. Nobody will hurt you my boy."
"You're the devil?" Keene asked.
"No Robby and this is your room, not hell."
"I'm not dead?"
"No. You are alive and if you want to continue living you will have to obey the orders that will be given to you and the internal rules of the Division."
Robby was couldn't to understand what was happening to him. He was not dead, he was in an aseptic room and in front of him there was a man who seemed calm and with a seraphic smile on his face.
"Look."
Robby looked the photo of a tombstone, his.
"This is your grave. Row 8 sector 30. No one knows you're dead. Not yet at least. We were good, we hid your fake death sentence very well. It will be fun to see their expressions. Above all I want to see how Daniel Larusso will react."
Feeling the derogatory tone used to name his mentor, Robby reacted angrily, but the person in front of him was faster and easily managed to put Ko the boy.
"When you attacking someone at the shoulders, hit him directly at the kidneys. Paralyze your opponent and you don't at the allow at he to fight back. Consider this as your first lesson. Later you will receive a visit from the Division Director. I advise you to behave well with her otherwise..."
"Otherwise?" Spit Robby for the anger and pain.
"Row 8 sector 30 kid. I'm Terry, Terry Silver, the deputy director of the Division and the right arm of the Mother."
Robby looked at Terry with contempt. He tried to pull himself up, but the excruciating pain he felt gave him no movement. He lay on the floor for a good half hour. After an hour the person mentioned by Silver arrived.
"Hi Robby," said a woman between 50 and 60 years old.
Robby stared at her angrily. The woman had entered carrying and tray with, two cups and a teapot on it.
"Come closer and take a good cup of tea."
Robby didn't move.
"Get close Robby. I will not repeat it a third time."
Keene obeyed.
"Good boy. I am the head of the Division. My name is Elena, but everyone calls me Mother."
"Mother?" Robby asked ironically, "And which mother are you of the three? That of the sighs, darkness or tears?"
"You have sense of humor. It will be useful in the future. By answering your question you can consider me as Mater Suspiriorum. If I remember correctly she was the more big of the three."
"No, she was the more old," Robby replied sarcastically.
"Ironic and irreverent."
Elena poured tea into Robby's cup, but seeing the boy's hesitancy, the woman said:
"Is not poisoned."
Robby took a sip and made a grimace of disgust.
"You will learn to appreciate tea. You will learn many things in here."
"What i will learn?"
"At fight, shoot, kill..."
"It's a joke?"
"No. You will be trained to become an operative agent of the United States government."
"Is that why I'm still alive?"
"This will be your new life Robby. With us you will start over again. You can also have a new name and a new last name."
"What if I didn't want this?"
"And what do you think to do my boy? You have no alternative. Everyone hates you, without exception. Your father too. You almost killed a boy who is like a son to him. You don't have anyone anymore. No one, except us. Now we are your family Robby."
Robby winced at hearing those words.
"Let's do like this. You do the good boy and we save Miguel's life. We have the means to get that boy back on their feet. You will do make Lawrence very happy."
Keene tried to hold back the tears.
"Quick kid boy decisions," Elena said harshly.
"I accept," Robby replied in a faint voice.
"Good boy."
