Authors Note: /zip/ All right, in case any of you were wondering, yes,
Heero did get pushed off the wall. But I'm not telling who did it! Not yet
anyway... I know there are guesses out there, and I did set it up for some
one.. But is it really him? Or is it someone else? Or is there more than
one traitor? Also, Cardinal is around mmmm.13 right now. 4 and a half
years older than Heero. He's a child prodigy (who woulda thought?), most
Hawks are 13 or older at their first flight, and most Captains are 15 or
so. / zip, zip/ I'd apologize for the angst in the last chapter, but, as
Suni, Coffee-Addict from Hell pointed out early on, that's the genre. To
any friends and family who are reading this and wondering what is going
through my head (with the possible exception of Mere, who has always known
I am partially insane in my writing); my mind works in strange ways.
/zipzipzipzip/ Special thanks out to Frog-Toes * hugs Frog-toes * I just
love it that you continue to respond to my emails! And your opinions (as I
have said) are much appreciated. ^_^ /zipzipzipzipzipzipzipzip/ . So,
unless anyone has objections. It looks like we're going to have some shonen
ai coming up here! And chance meetings have acquired Duo, Trowa, and Zechs.
Anyone out there who wants someone else, TELL ME!!! I'm REALLY close to
the first instance where it could happen. About two chapters or so after
this one. Anyway, this chapter shouldn't have too much angst. PLEASE
REVIEW!!!! I WRITE BETTER WITH THEM!! /ZIPZIPZIPZIPZIP/
For all of you wondering what all the /zip/s are, that's my Hovse. Think blue lighting, slightly monkey-like with thick fur, humongous golden eyes and rubber cement. O.O That's a Hovse. It helps me get over my writers block, provides random comments, and is INCREDIBLY hyperactive. It's also doing the Disclaimer for a while. Disclaimer went to Greece for a vacation.
And pigeon is a messenger, youngest/ lowest ranked soldier, gopher (go for this, go for that.)
Hovse: O.O huh? What ? you actually thought...really? Why? She can't even speak Japanese! You actually did? Wow. Didn't you read the last 9 chapters? You did? Then you should know this by now.
Chapter 10 (I think the numbers got off somewhere (chapter 7 I wrote as 8)..this should be nine): Keep your enemies closer.
It was nagging at the back of my mind constantly interrupting my thoughts. What had happened?
Underneath all the pain and guilt I had been carrying the last few days was a net of uncertainty, confusion, and fear. How could I do anything if I didn't know what had gone wrong in the first place? I was sure someone had pushed me off the wall, but who? And who had betrayed us to the other group?
I didn't tell Cardinal about my worries. I didn't really get the chance; by the time I was calm enough to think of telling him or asking for his help he was gone and I was lying in my bunk, controlling my breathing in an effort to clear my head. How could I have lost control that much? There was no reason to tell him anything. But there was something. Cardinal's amazing leadership talents had risen again; all he had to do was order me, and I would comply unquestioningly. I'd have to work on that. It wasn't a good thing.
So I spent the rest of the night worrying about the duel problems of resisting Cardinal's kindness, something I couldn't do, and the fact that I was locked in a room with someone who had wanted to hurt me badly enough to break my leg. And with the emotional and physical stress of the last few days, I was in no condition to fight back if they tried anything else. The only rest I got that night was from the short time when Cardinal was holding me as I spilled out my past, and as he carried me back to the fledglings' room.
As soon as I heard the door's lock release in the morning I was up and out of the room. During my sleepless night I had come to a decision. I would find out what had happened during the mock mission myself, using anything I could access, whether it was supposed to be available or not. That meant I needed to work with the main computer files, and I could only have time to myself before anyone else was up or when most were relaxing after a day of training. There was no point in waiting, and I needed more time to figure out how I would deal with Adam, Rick and X. Not to mention the kids I 'killed'.
I grabbed my laptop from my locker (we weren't allowed to take anything into the rooms, even changing clothes was done outside where we slept.) and walked through the empty hallways, trying to find the secluded alcove I had spotted a few days before. It was a little place on a corner where the shelves that lined the walls didn't quite meet up, creating a space between the top of the shelves and the ceiling where a child of my size or even slightly larger could hide with complete invisibility. It also gave a rather good view of the opposite courtyard if you were into people watching.
I climbed up to my hideaway, rather clumsily due to my broken leg, and settled myself with the computer on my lap ( AN: well that was a no brainier, it's a laptop!). Now to start the search. First I checked everything I could get to without hack through the files. The teams had all been given their instructions at exactly the same time, in the same place. The 'pigeon' or messenger of each team acquired the orders from a predetermined Hawk, the files taken from one of many cabinets in a locked room that only Cardinal and Red Shoulders, the Owl captain, could access. There was no mention of conflicting missions. I also found that I had destroyed the only copy of our mission orders. If I wanted to make my case a little more public, that could be a problem. All orders had been delivered into the hands of the pigeons upon their arrival, and all said pigeons had traveled back to their teams without communication with anyone from another team; I was even able to get a video of the scene. Our pigeon was X.
The breakfast bell rang and the corridor in front of me filled with people as Hawks and fledglings made their bleary, sleep clumsy way to their respective mess halls. I stayed still and quiet, unwilling to climb out of my hiding place until the hall was empty once more. Satisfied that no one would see my hideaway, I jumped down, fighting the pain in my leg when I landed. I might as well eat something since I couldn't get any more useful information before some one would notice I was missing.
I could feel eyes watching me as I stared towards a small table in the back with my food. It was not a friendly gaze. Boys moved to fill spaces, taking up as much room as they could when I neared their tables. No one wanted to sit next to the freak, the murderer. I was too busy mulling of my problem to notice with anything more than curious detachment. I had to dodge several outstretched legs and 'accidental' jostling as they tried to make me spill my tray, but I did it in a daze, not really paying attention. Twice I nearly fell. The second time I would have fallen, but someone caught me; in my preoccupied state all I could do was stare blankly at the small, almost delicate hand that stopped me, it's fair skin nearly white next to my own. European, my mind commented uselessly. Probably noble blood, but there were calluses on the hands so this person had not been idle all their life. My eyes traced the pale skin of the other's arm until they reached the blue T-shirt covered shoulder, platinum strands creating a contrast my mind still wondered at, even after four years of color in my life. I dragged my eyes further to meet Adam's steel gray eyes, watching me worriedly.
"Are you alright?" I blinked and shook my head in an effort to bring myself back to the present.
"Fine."
"Good. Do you want to sit with us?" He gestured towards the table where Rick, X and a boy I didn't know were sitting. I stared for a moment before looking back at Adam. He seemed calm but he wouldn't meet my gaze; nervous for some reason.
"Okay." I whispered. After all, what better way to observe my suspects? Adam just nodded and led the way to the table, even pulling out a chair for me. Somewhere, someone had taught him the manners most of the orphans couldn't afford. He even carried himself differently. Straight backed, but somehow lazy and graceful at the same time. He was used to having people watch him and giving them nothing to fault, and I knew that no matter how hard I worked, I could never be that comfortable with myself.
The other boy's name was Lon; he had grown up on L3 and had joined the Bloody Hawks as soon as he turned seven (apparently this was the youngest age accepted). His life's ambition seemed to be to become an Owl. Spying was all he talked about, and he chatted incessantly. If I had wanted to, and if I could have gotten a word in edgewise, I would have told him to study a little more because he didn't have any idea what he was talking about. I was to busy watching my teammates to bother. None of them would meet my gaze, Rick's amber gaze looked like it would scorch his food and X kept shifting like he wished he were somewhere else. I decided to initiate the conversation, just to observe their reactions, and spoke over Lon.
"Are we going on another mission today?" X jerked up and stared at me, Rick eyed me nervously and Adam answered without blinking an eye.
"We only have missions once a week, and since you're not at full strength, we might not participate for a while." X seemed to relax and Rick just turned back to his food. I was beginning to think that the amber-eyed boy really was as stupid as he seemed. Lon glared at me for a moment before resuming his one-sided conversation. The rest of us finished the meal in silence.
For the rest of the day I spent all the time I could with my teammates, trying to understand who they were underneath the façade they presented to the world. Everyone had some sort of mask they showed everyone else; you didn't get far as an orphan without one; mine was just more permanent and obvious than some of the others.
In some of the classes it was impossible to learn anything of true use from them. During self-defense, as I struggled to maintain balance in various positions, I discovered that Rick was only passable at hand to hand, X would end as a spy because he could never work up the will to hurt someone enough to win, and Adam had been trained in fencing before he joined. None of them shared my mechanics class (we were building car engines), and they weren't even close to my computer class. I spent that hour and a half searching for more information, general stuff that wouldn't arouse Cardinal's suspicions. He had given me a beaming smile when he walked in but still seemed a little worried about me and checked on me every once in a while. So I looked for age statistics. Apparently, most Sparrows were 13 or 14 at their first flight, and most Raptors, Owls, and Captains were 15 at least. Cardinal truly was amazing. The only other interesting thing I was able to find was the list of fledglings that would be shown at the next flight. Adam was ranked highly, especially since he was twelve.
My next class was sniper training, which I shared with a mixture of Hawks and fledglings: both Adam and Rick were there as well. Since it was my first day of the class the instructor made me try a variety of weapons; he seemed impressed by the range I could use, but in the end he was a little disappointed. He had hoped that I knew how to snipe with a rifle, but Odin had never let me near his so I knew only what I had observed. That time provided some interesting and slightly disturbing insights for me. I was one of the most accurate marksmen with handguns, pistols and rocket launchers (though how much accuracy you need with those is very low), but Adam was advanced with the pistol. He had the reputation of being a sharpshooter, and proved it. I started at the bottom with the rifle, but by the end of the time I was beginning to get the hang of it, even though I realized I could never be as good as Cooper (he was in the advanced class) because of my size. The kick was nearly enough to knock me over and always sent my shots wide. AS the class went on it became evident that sanity wasn't really a requirement for becoming a Hawk. Some of the older boys seemed to take great pleasure in using their weapons, even going so far as to complain that they couldn't practice on living targets. Some, like Rick, enjoyed blowing things up in large displays and spent the entire period with rocket launchers pointed at various targets. But the scariest were the ones like Adam. You could see it in their stance; in the way they held their weapon of choice. Every shot they fired was intensely personal and meant to hurt someone severely, aiming more for agony than death. When I watched Adam fire at the targets I saw cold fury and hatred in his straight back, revenge held his hands steady, and his eyes were thirsting for blood as each bullet completely destroyed another offender. It scared me that someone could feel such powerful emotion when they killed, calm through the sheer force of them. I was an emotionless killer. I did it only to get the job done. There was no enjoyment, no anger, nothing. Nothing, not even my disaster the night before, had ever affected me as deeply as the pain and fury I saw in Adam that afternoon. It bothered me for a while, but I finally realized that I had controlled my emotions for too long to let them control me that way; then I stopped worrying about it and moved on.
By the time our 'free time' started I felt a little more confident on my ability to read my teammates. Except for X. For some reason I could find nothing about X except that he used his innocent eyes as his own mask, hiding himself from the world.
During my 'free time' having had enough of their company for one day, I retreated to my hideaway and ran more searches, this time hacking into the individuals' files to read the known past.
/Rick/
age when accepted- 7 years
current age- 13 years
specialties- some leadership skills, long range weapons
current rank- fledgling
suggested rank- Order of Sparrow
History- Rick was found by Jay captain Tanager in a small orphanage on L2. He showed signs of starvation and physical abuse. Has shown bullying tendencies and tends to ignore common sense. Parents died when six, never attended school before joining but managed to teach himself two languages ( English and Spanish). Taken on the evidence of abnormal intelligence if he applies himself and the consideration that he would otherwise die. Italian descent.
/X/
age when accepted- eight
current age- ten years
specialties- good with coding, basic machinery, always looks out for his own best interest.
current rank- fledgling
suggested rank- Order of songbird/Falcon.
History- X wandered into the kitchen, insisting that he needed food and had followed the smell for three miles. He apparently was born on colony L4, and his parents traveled a great deal with their work. One day they got on a shuttle without him, terrorists overtook the shuttle, and all passengers were killed. X does not seem too concerned about this and hides behind his innocent eyes, waiting for an opportunity to strike quickly and get what he wants. He has often traveled outside the base without informing anyone of his whereabouts and not returning until well after midnight. Tried to stop him, but failed. Arabic descent.
/Adam/
age when accepted- 10
current age-12
specialties- sharpshooter, sniper, some leadership capabilities, impressive grasp of mechanical workings, strong physical and mental strength/ endurance, fencing, aristocratic mannerisms.
Current rank- fledgling
Suggested rank- Order of Falcon
History- Adam came to the organization on his own, asking to be trained in war. He told nothing of his past other than the fact that he needed to be trained so he could exact his revenge. DNA analysis showed him to be the son of a nobleman, a pacifist, raised on Earth. His family was killed and their home burned to the ground when he was eight and all knowledge of his existence was well covered to disguise his identity. It is believed that he may have a sister, and that if he receives a better offer, he will choose another path to his revenge. European descent.
So I had been right to think that Adam had noble blood. No wonder he was so intense in his sniping, every shot was one step closer to his revenge. Overall however, the records hadn't been as helpful as I had thought they would. They basically told me things I already knew.
The final bell rang through the corridors and I decided that my best course of action was to stick close to my teammates and find any recordings of the mission that I could.
I tried everything I could for the next month and a half, but I got nowhere. Nothing I did produced anything more useful than the video I had found to begin with, and that ended before the mission even started. The officer's notes on the mission were confused and surprised. They didn't know what had happened. Whatever had been done as betrayal had been organized by the fledglings themselves.
Eventually, I stopped trying so hard and just kept on, living from day to day and always keeping the three close, learning more and more about who they were. We became friends of a sort, not as close as I was with Cardinal and Harris, but close enough to trust each other to some extent. They trusted me with some of their secrets and worries; and I trusted them to be themselves, just not with any of my own secrets. I didn't find out what had really happened until much later, and then, it was much more serious.
Notes: Sorry this is so long in coming, I have been really low on time this week. I'll try to get another chapter up this weekend, but I don't know if I can, I'll definitely have one up by next Friday, hopefully by Wed. or Thurs. so that I can get more before Spring Break starts and I have no computer access at all for a week. Sorry too, that I didn't resolve the question. It seemed a little too easy to just have him hack into the computer and figure it all out. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! IF I DON'T GET REVIEWS I DON'T FEEL MOTIVATED TO WRITE, especially since I just got a few new books..(that was not a good idea.)
For all of you wondering what all the /zip/s are, that's my Hovse. Think blue lighting, slightly monkey-like with thick fur, humongous golden eyes and rubber cement. O.O That's a Hovse. It helps me get over my writers block, provides random comments, and is INCREDIBLY hyperactive. It's also doing the Disclaimer for a while. Disclaimer went to Greece for a vacation.
And pigeon is a messenger, youngest/ lowest ranked soldier, gopher (go for this, go for that.)
Hovse: O.O huh? What ? you actually thought...really? Why? She can't even speak Japanese! You actually did? Wow. Didn't you read the last 9 chapters? You did? Then you should know this by now.
Chapter 10 (I think the numbers got off somewhere (chapter 7 I wrote as 8)..this should be nine): Keep your enemies closer.
It was nagging at the back of my mind constantly interrupting my thoughts. What had happened?
Underneath all the pain and guilt I had been carrying the last few days was a net of uncertainty, confusion, and fear. How could I do anything if I didn't know what had gone wrong in the first place? I was sure someone had pushed me off the wall, but who? And who had betrayed us to the other group?
I didn't tell Cardinal about my worries. I didn't really get the chance; by the time I was calm enough to think of telling him or asking for his help he was gone and I was lying in my bunk, controlling my breathing in an effort to clear my head. How could I have lost control that much? There was no reason to tell him anything. But there was something. Cardinal's amazing leadership talents had risen again; all he had to do was order me, and I would comply unquestioningly. I'd have to work on that. It wasn't a good thing.
So I spent the rest of the night worrying about the duel problems of resisting Cardinal's kindness, something I couldn't do, and the fact that I was locked in a room with someone who had wanted to hurt me badly enough to break my leg. And with the emotional and physical stress of the last few days, I was in no condition to fight back if they tried anything else. The only rest I got that night was from the short time when Cardinal was holding me as I spilled out my past, and as he carried me back to the fledglings' room.
As soon as I heard the door's lock release in the morning I was up and out of the room. During my sleepless night I had come to a decision. I would find out what had happened during the mock mission myself, using anything I could access, whether it was supposed to be available or not. That meant I needed to work with the main computer files, and I could only have time to myself before anyone else was up or when most were relaxing after a day of training. There was no point in waiting, and I needed more time to figure out how I would deal with Adam, Rick and X. Not to mention the kids I 'killed'.
I grabbed my laptop from my locker (we weren't allowed to take anything into the rooms, even changing clothes was done outside where we slept.) and walked through the empty hallways, trying to find the secluded alcove I had spotted a few days before. It was a little place on a corner where the shelves that lined the walls didn't quite meet up, creating a space between the top of the shelves and the ceiling where a child of my size or even slightly larger could hide with complete invisibility. It also gave a rather good view of the opposite courtyard if you were into people watching.
I climbed up to my hideaway, rather clumsily due to my broken leg, and settled myself with the computer on my lap ( AN: well that was a no brainier, it's a laptop!). Now to start the search. First I checked everything I could get to without hack through the files. The teams had all been given their instructions at exactly the same time, in the same place. The 'pigeon' or messenger of each team acquired the orders from a predetermined Hawk, the files taken from one of many cabinets in a locked room that only Cardinal and Red Shoulders, the Owl captain, could access. There was no mention of conflicting missions. I also found that I had destroyed the only copy of our mission orders. If I wanted to make my case a little more public, that could be a problem. All orders had been delivered into the hands of the pigeons upon their arrival, and all said pigeons had traveled back to their teams without communication with anyone from another team; I was even able to get a video of the scene. Our pigeon was X.
The breakfast bell rang and the corridor in front of me filled with people as Hawks and fledglings made their bleary, sleep clumsy way to their respective mess halls. I stayed still and quiet, unwilling to climb out of my hiding place until the hall was empty once more. Satisfied that no one would see my hideaway, I jumped down, fighting the pain in my leg when I landed. I might as well eat something since I couldn't get any more useful information before some one would notice I was missing.
I could feel eyes watching me as I stared towards a small table in the back with my food. It was not a friendly gaze. Boys moved to fill spaces, taking up as much room as they could when I neared their tables. No one wanted to sit next to the freak, the murderer. I was too busy mulling of my problem to notice with anything more than curious detachment. I had to dodge several outstretched legs and 'accidental' jostling as they tried to make me spill my tray, but I did it in a daze, not really paying attention. Twice I nearly fell. The second time I would have fallen, but someone caught me; in my preoccupied state all I could do was stare blankly at the small, almost delicate hand that stopped me, it's fair skin nearly white next to my own. European, my mind commented uselessly. Probably noble blood, but there were calluses on the hands so this person had not been idle all their life. My eyes traced the pale skin of the other's arm until they reached the blue T-shirt covered shoulder, platinum strands creating a contrast my mind still wondered at, even after four years of color in my life. I dragged my eyes further to meet Adam's steel gray eyes, watching me worriedly.
"Are you alright?" I blinked and shook my head in an effort to bring myself back to the present.
"Fine."
"Good. Do you want to sit with us?" He gestured towards the table where Rick, X and a boy I didn't know were sitting. I stared for a moment before looking back at Adam. He seemed calm but he wouldn't meet my gaze; nervous for some reason.
"Okay." I whispered. After all, what better way to observe my suspects? Adam just nodded and led the way to the table, even pulling out a chair for me. Somewhere, someone had taught him the manners most of the orphans couldn't afford. He even carried himself differently. Straight backed, but somehow lazy and graceful at the same time. He was used to having people watch him and giving them nothing to fault, and I knew that no matter how hard I worked, I could never be that comfortable with myself.
The other boy's name was Lon; he had grown up on L3 and had joined the Bloody Hawks as soon as he turned seven (apparently this was the youngest age accepted). His life's ambition seemed to be to become an Owl. Spying was all he talked about, and he chatted incessantly. If I had wanted to, and if I could have gotten a word in edgewise, I would have told him to study a little more because he didn't have any idea what he was talking about. I was to busy watching my teammates to bother. None of them would meet my gaze, Rick's amber gaze looked like it would scorch his food and X kept shifting like he wished he were somewhere else. I decided to initiate the conversation, just to observe their reactions, and spoke over Lon.
"Are we going on another mission today?" X jerked up and stared at me, Rick eyed me nervously and Adam answered without blinking an eye.
"We only have missions once a week, and since you're not at full strength, we might not participate for a while." X seemed to relax and Rick just turned back to his food. I was beginning to think that the amber-eyed boy really was as stupid as he seemed. Lon glared at me for a moment before resuming his one-sided conversation. The rest of us finished the meal in silence.
For the rest of the day I spent all the time I could with my teammates, trying to understand who they were underneath the façade they presented to the world. Everyone had some sort of mask they showed everyone else; you didn't get far as an orphan without one; mine was just more permanent and obvious than some of the others.
In some of the classes it was impossible to learn anything of true use from them. During self-defense, as I struggled to maintain balance in various positions, I discovered that Rick was only passable at hand to hand, X would end as a spy because he could never work up the will to hurt someone enough to win, and Adam had been trained in fencing before he joined. None of them shared my mechanics class (we were building car engines), and they weren't even close to my computer class. I spent that hour and a half searching for more information, general stuff that wouldn't arouse Cardinal's suspicions. He had given me a beaming smile when he walked in but still seemed a little worried about me and checked on me every once in a while. So I looked for age statistics. Apparently, most Sparrows were 13 or 14 at their first flight, and most Raptors, Owls, and Captains were 15 at least. Cardinal truly was amazing. The only other interesting thing I was able to find was the list of fledglings that would be shown at the next flight. Adam was ranked highly, especially since he was twelve.
My next class was sniper training, which I shared with a mixture of Hawks and fledglings: both Adam and Rick were there as well. Since it was my first day of the class the instructor made me try a variety of weapons; he seemed impressed by the range I could use, but in the end he was a little disappointed. He had hoped that I knew how to snipe with a rifle, but Odin had never let me near his so I knew only what I had observed. That time provided some interesting and slightly disturbing insights for me. I was one of the most accurate marksmen with handguns, pistols and rocket launchers (though how much accuracy you need with those is very low), but Adam was advanced with the pistol. He had the reputation of being a sharpshooter, and proved it. I started at the bottom with the rifle, but by the end of the time I was beginning to get the hang of it, even though I realized I could never be as good as Cooper (he was in the advanced class) because of my size. The kick was nearly enough to knock me over and always sent my shots wide. AS the class went on it became evident that sanity wasn't really a requirement for becoming a Hawk. Some of the older boys seemed to take great pleasure in using their weapons, even going so far as to complain that they couldn't practice on living targets. Some, like Rick, enjoyed blowing things up in large displays and spent the entire period with rocket launchers pointed at various targets. But the scariest were the ones like Adam. You could see it in their stance; in the way they held their weapon of choice. Every shot they fired was intensely personal and meant to hurt someone severely, aiming more for agony than death. When I watched Adam fire at the targets I saw cold fury and hatred in his straight back, revenge held his hands steady, and his eyes were thirsting for blood as each bullet completely destroyed another offender. It scared me that someone could feel such powerful emotion when they killed, calm through the sheer force of them. I was an emotionless killer. I did it only to get the job done. There was no enjoyment, no anger, nothing. Nothing, not even my disaster the night before, had ever affected me as deeply as the pain and fury I saw in Adam that afternoon. It bothered me for a while, but I finally realized that I had controlled my emotions for too long to let them control me that way; then I stopped worrying about it and moved on.
By the time our 'free time' started I felt a little more confident on my ability to read my teammates. Except for X. For some reason I could find nothing about X except that he used his innocent eyes as his own mask, hiding himself from the world.
During my 'free time' having had enough of their company for one day, I retreated to my hideaway and ran more searches, this time hacking into the individuals' files to read the known past.
/Rick/
age when accepted- 7 years
current age- 13 years
specialties- some leadership skills, long range weapons
current rank- fledgling
suggested rank- Order of Sparrow
History- Rick was found by Jay captain Tanager in a small orphanage on L2. He showed signs of starvation and physical abuse. Has shown bullying tendencies and tends to ignore common sense. Parents died when six, never attended school before joining but managed to teach himself two languages ( English and Spanish). Taken on the evidence of abnormal intelligence if he applies himself and the consideration that he would otherwise die. Italian descent.
/X/
age when accepted- eight
current age- ten years
specialties- good with coding, basic machinery, always looks out for his own best interest.
current rank- fledgling
suggested rank- Order of songbird/Falcon.
History- X wandered into the kitchen, insisting that he needed food and had followed the smell for three miles. He apparently was born on colony L4, and his parents traveled a great deal with their work. One day they got on a shuttle without him, terrorists overtook the shuttle, and all passengers were killed. X does not seem too concerned about this and hides behind his innocent eyes, waiting for an opportunity to strike quickly and get what he wants. He has often traveled outside the base without informing anyone of his whereabouts and not returning until well after midnight. Tried to stop him, but failed. Arabic descent.
/Adam/
age when accepted- 10
current age-12
specialties- sharpshooter, sniper, some leadership capabilities, impressive grasp of mechanical workings, strong physical and mental strength/ endurance, fencing, aristocratic mannerisms.
Current rank- fledgling
Suggested rank- Order of Falcon
History- Adam came to the organization on his own, asking to be trained in war. He told nothing of his past other than the fact that he needed to be trained so he could exact his revenge. DNA analysis showed him to be the son of a nobleman, a pacifist, raised on Earth. His family was killed and their home burned to the ground when he was eight and all knowledge of his existence was well covered to disguise his identity. It is believed that he may have a sister, and that if he receives a better offer, he will choose another path to his revenge. European descent.
So I had been right to think that Adam had noble blood. No wonder he was so intense in his sniping, every shot was one step closer to his revenge. Overall however, the records hadn't been as helpful as I had thought they would. They basically told me things I already knew.
The final bell rang through the corridors and I decided that my best course of action was to stick close to my teammates and find any recordings of the mission that I could.
I tried everything I could for the next month and a half, but I got nowhere. Nothing I did produced anything more useful than the video I had found to begin with, and that ended before the mission even started. The officer's notes on the mission were confused and surprised. They didn't know what had happened. Whatever had been done as betrayal had been organized by the fledglings themselves.
Eventually, I stopped trying so hard and just kept on, living from day to day and always keeping the three close, learning more and more about who they were. We became friends of a sort, not as close as I was with Cardinal and Harris, but close enough to trust each other to some extent. They trusted me with some of their secrets and worries; and I trusted them to be themselves, just not with any of my own secrets. I didn't find out what had really happened until much later, and then, it was much more serious.
Notes: Sorry this is so long in coming, I have been really low on time this week. I'll try to get another chapter up this weekend, but I don't know if I can, I'll definitely have one up by next Friday, hopefully by Wed. or Thurs. so that I can get more before Spring Break starts and I have no computer access at all for a week. Sorry too, that I didn't resolve the question. It seemed a little too easy to just have him hack into the computer and figure it all out. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! IF I DON'T GET REVIEWS I DON'T FEEL MOTIVATED TO WRITE, especially since I just got a few new books..(that was not a good idea.)