Part 0.7
"Open it! Open it!" I chanted quietly in Logan's ear. He waved his hand by my face and I stood back. But my mindless chanting continued in a never wavering tone. "Open it…open it…"
Logan lightly clicked and the curser turned to a little hourglass. I stood there, my breath held, for the height of my excitement was upon me. I swear I could hear my heart beat. Thump, thump, thump, and thump.
"You are the loudest person I know," Logan said. I laughed out loud at this one. He was probably right, but he's the quietest person I know. I told him this and he laughed again. I like to make him laugh, it made me feel more welcome. More welcome than I'd ever felt, anyway.
"Also, you're the most impatient per…" I cut him off, because I knew what he was going to say.
"Well you're the person with the slowest computer," but to almost immediately contradict me, the screen loaded, and there was my brother, that I never knew we had. He must have been in another squadron, there were three in the x-6 series.
**Designation: 350
Birth Status: Fraternal Twin
Birth Order: Second Born
Twin: 351
Birth Date: 3/3/05
Birthmarks: One stripe on upper right arm
Birth Weight: 4 pounds, 2 ounces
Length: 16 inches
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue/Green
Special Status: Project Stripes
DNA
Cat (Domestic, Small)
Tiger
Human (cocktail; Many)
Special Missions: Mission Demented, Mission Channel
Note: Special training required for first 4 years, trouble gaining weight and muscle**
"Sounds like your gave him a few troubles, being first born and all," Logan said wistfully. Actually, wistfully is the wrong word, almost like out of this world. His face had sort of gone blank.
"You think he's okay?" I asked. I was generally concerned, maybe I had hurt my brother.
"Well, it said he only needed it for his first 4 years. And you couldn't help it that you were first," Logan sounded sincere, and this made me feel a lot better.
"Do you think we can find him?" I wanted to meet my brother, to know the only blood family I had. I wanted to see him, talk to him, be with him. I wanted a normal life too, but there was almost no chance of that ever happening.
"Well, I don't know, but if we get up Eyes Only, perhaps I can put out something for him," he pulled out a cord and motioned for me to pull up a chair. I glanced around and set my sights on a stool. I pulled in up next to him, but it was much to high. I took the time to bend the legs to the right length, and I sat down. He handed one end of the cord while the other was plugged into his.
"Open it! Open it!" I chanted quietly in Logan's ear. He waved his hand by my face and I stood back. But my mindless chanting continued in a never wavering tone. "Open it…open it…"
Logan lightly clicked and the curser turned to a little hourglass. I stood there, my breath held, for the height of my excitement was upon me. I swear I could hear my heart beat. Thump, thump, thump, and thump.
"You are the loudest person I know," Logan said. I laughed out loud at this one. He was probably right, but he's the quietest person I know. I told him this and he laughed again. I like to make him laugh, it made me feel more welcome. More welcome than I'd ever felt, anyway.
"Also, you're the most impatient per…" I cut him off, because I knew what he was going to say.
"Well you're the person with the slowest computer," but to almost immediately contradict me, the screen loaded, and there was my brother, that I never knew we had. He must have been in another squadron, there were three in the x-6 series.
**Designation: 350
Birth Status: Fraternal Twin
Birth Order: Second Born
Twin: 351
Birth Date: 3/3/05
Birthmarks: One stripe on upper right arm
Birth Weight: 4 pounds, 2 ounces
Length: 16 inches
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue/Green
Special Status: Project Stripes
DNA
Cat (Domestic, Small)
Tiger
Human (cocktail; Many)
Special Missions: Mission Demented, Mission Channel
Note: Special training required for first 4 years, trouble gaining weight and muscle**
"Sounds like your gave him a few troubles, being first born and all," Logan said wistfully. Actually, wistfully is the wrong word, almost like out of this world. His face had sort of gone blank.
"You think he's okay?" I asked. I was generally concerned, maybe I had hurt my brother.
"Well, it said he only needed it for his first 4 years. And you couldn't help it that you were first," Logan sounded sincere, and this made me feel a lot better.
"Do you think we can find him?" I wanted to meet my brother, to know the only blood family I had. I wanted to see him, talk to him, be with him. I wanted a normal life too, but there was almost no chance of that ever happening.
"Well, I don't know, but if we get up Eyes Only, perhaps I can put out something for him," he pulled out a cord and motioned for me to pull up a chair. I glanced around and set my sights on a stool. I pulled in up next to him, but it was much to high. I took the time to bend the legs to the right length, and I sat down. He handed one end of the cord while the other was plugged into his.