Chapter 5

Robby wondered how much time had passed since his fake death sentence, upon his arrive at the Divisione. His stomach started rumbling loudly, but he was too proud and bitter to ask for help. He jumped when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come on," he said rudely.

"Hi Robby."

The boy did not expect to see enter a girl more or less his age. She was blonde and with very clear eyes. A bandage covered most of her left hand.

"Who are you?" He asked curiously.

"Ann." She answered simply. "Come it's lunch time."

They crossed a long corridor with many numbered doors.

"This is the men's section of the sleeping area. I'll let you have a map of the entire structure, but it's good that you learn all the routes by heart. "

"My memory is very bad."

"Then train."

Eventually they arrived in a large common room full of boys and adults of all ages.

"This is the mess hall."

Someone turned to look at the newcomer. Others ignored it. No one greeted him. They sat down almost at the bottom of the only almost free table. From his position Robby had a great view of the whole room. The boy noticed a man who watched him with interest.

"They are Jaden and Thom. Guys he is Robby. "

"Hi Robby," they said.

"Hi," he replied.

"So Robby, what did you do to finish in here?" Jaden asked smiling.

Robby trembled slightly.

"Quiet, we know how they set you up," Thom said quietly.

"Did it happen to you too?" Keene asked.

"Thom and I lived by gimmicks: small scams, petty theft. One day we robbed the wrong person: Terry Silver. And here we are. Ann instead killed her stepfather. He was a pig with the uniform that sexually molested his stepdaughter, took bribes from drug dealers and pimps ... In short, he was a perfect and honest corrupt cop. "

"You have a fake death sentence too?"

"Only me." Ann said.

"And all the others?"

"Apart from the younger ones who have crimes similar to ours, the older ones are in for armed robbery, terrorism ..." Ann answered.

"Terrorism?"

"In America there are many sects and many fanatics of Nazi philosophy."

They finished lunch without saying anything more. Every once in a while Robby looked up to observe all the others present. But in the end his eyes always fell on the man who had not stopped observing him. He seemed to be the same age as his father.

He returned to look at his empty tray.

"If you are finish, we start the tour again."

They were about to leave when someone called the boy.

"And so you are the son of Lawrence."

"Do you know my father?"

"Yes, kid. See you tomorrow for training."

Robby turned to look at Ann.

"It's called Dutch. As a boy he was a Cobra Kai. At the same time as your father. But don't mention your family members. Remember that we are we your family now. You have no others."

Robby looked at Ann with amazement.

"He committed varius crimes. The Mother loves his violent and warlike character. We know everything about everyone in here. We learn to become spies first with people within the same Division and then with the rest of the world."

They stopped in front of a transparent door with a black writing: Section 1.

"The structure is divided into different areas called sections. Section 1 includes several training rooms. Here you will learn to master every weapon and fighting style. You will also learn to improvise, to create new weapons with what you find. Come, I'll introduce you to the most senior member. His name is Walter, but we call him grandfather. He is the head and head of the weapons and ammunition section. He will train you in this field. He is really very good and also very patient."

Ann and Robby approached a man of Elena's age.

"Hi darling," Walter said to Ann; "He must be Robby. Glad to meet you boy. "

Walter held out his hand to the boy.

"Hi," he answered simply Robby.

"What do you think of this guy?" Walter showed at the boy a revolver.

"Wow, it looks antique."

"It's not antique, but it has its age. A bit like me."

Robby smiled slightly.

"You can talk to me about anything my boy. Any, without any censorship. I will always be there for you. I'm kind of the grandfather of everyone in here."

"Thanks."

"Come on, I'll show you section 2." Ann said.

"Say hello for me to Birkoff!" Walter said with a smile.

They entered a room completely identical to the previous one except for the furniture.

"In section 2 we do only theory. Hi Birkoff, Walter sends you his regards."

"I saw him half an hour ago," Birkoff replied, smiling.

"Birkoff, he is Robby. Robby this is Birkoff. He is brain of the Division. He manages to infiltrate any operating system. The world of information technology and technology has no secrets for him. "

"Hi newcomer. Alex? "

"He'll be back in a few days," Ann replied.

The boys greeted Birkoff and left.

"Is the tour over?" He asked.

"Yes, only the most important members of the Division are missing. I am now in meeting in section 4. Section 4 is reserved only and only to them and to some operating agents. The 3 instead is where we all learn about the missions that we must do."