Chap29 Is this insane?

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Sands stared at him as if he was completely insane. He had to be joking right, although Doctor Ray didn't really strike him as the sort of person who joked. Sands wasn't exactly his biggest fan but over all he had to admit that as far as people go Doctor Ray was not a bad person but he just didn't seem like the type of person who tended to make a lot of quick remarks and quips. "You want to get yourself a bed in here?" Sands asked him after a while.

"I'm being serious Sands," he replied calmly.

"That's what concerns me," he stated.

He sighed trying to look over his comments. "What do you think?" he asked.

"I told you I think you're off your fucking head," Sands replied with a hint of a smirk.

"I meant about what I said Sands. I want to know your thoughts on that not my mental health," he replied evenly.

Sands was sorely tempted to inform the dear doctor that I want doesn't get, a bitter truth he had learnt from a very young age. The way Sands learnt this lesson was very different from the way most young children learn this lesson. Most youngsters learnt this in the context of "no you cannot have another bag of sweets no matter how much you want them because it will give you a sore tummy." Sands learned this in the context of he wanted his father to stop beating him but that wasn't going to happen.

"I don't really know to be honest with you…I really wasn't joking when I said I thought it was insane. Where did you come up with this idea?" he asked ludicrously.

"I've been thinking about it for a while as it happens it is only recently that I see more and more sense," he answered.

"How so?" he asked in a neutral tone.

"You have a very methodical and clever way of thinking. I think what you need is a way to express these things and put them towards something positive," he tried to explain.

"By putting to use you mean me joining the CIA, the central intelligence agency?" he asked it sounded even funnier when he said it out loud than it did in his head and it was close to hysterical in his head.

"Yes they are always on the look out for people who process skills such as yours," he said with a hint of encouragement to his voice.

This conversation was a little strange to Sands. This conversation was the closest thing he had ever had to a parental talk about his welfare and plans for the future. He was so used to people not giving a shit about him nevermind caring about his plans for the future. The nearest people had come to caring about his future was wondering how long it would take him to disappear from their lives. "You are being serious about this aren't you?" he asked after a while as it seemed to register with him.

"Yes I am," he answered in what could be taken as a kind tone.

When he stopped to give it some serious thought the idea didn't sound that bad to him. He would be tried how to carry a gun and how to kill people. He was being paid to do it. He had never really given his future any thought before he had always been too busy attempting to deal with the present.

"Do you want me to get you some more information on joining?" he asked. By approaching the situation this way Sands would not feel he was being forced into anything but had a chance to find out more about it.

Sands hesitated for a second and then nodded. What would be the harm in finding out more about it? Just because he was getting more information did not mean he had made any serious decisions that he had no way of getting out of he reminded himself.

Doctor Ray nodded and left to gather the relevant information for Sands to make the decision they both privately knew he had already made but they both went through the required motions.

When Sands was alone he muttered to himself, "my name is Sheldon Jeffrey Sands and I work for the Central Intelligence Agency." He smirked slightly he liked the way it sounded he was livin' la vida loca.