Yay! I updated TWICE in one week! This is a new feeling...
Anyway, here's the next chapter. Hope you like it :D
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Chapter 3
"So, they called DCIS in? Maybe this is an alpha. I mean they—Daphne, are you listening to me?"
The redhead was looking across the street at the diner. She studied the laughing faces as they interacted. They wore DCIS badges and were goofing off. She turned back to the driver, her older brother, and pushed her glasses back into place.
"No, Parker, I wasn't listening."
She went back to staring at the front diner window.
"Oh, okay...hey, are you hungry?"
"Not really."
"But I'm starving."
"Then go get something. You know, hunger is the number one health risk in the world, above AIDS, malaria and tuberculosis—"
"Daphne.,I'm going in now. Sheesh. Stay in here."
The strawberry-blond exited the car, locked the doors, and walked across the street to grab something to eat. Daphne never let her eyes leave the building, watching as Parker accidentally bumped into a weird-looking twenty-year old and apologized. Parker paused while looking at the boy before walking back up to the counter to order his meal. Daphne pulled out her cell phone and began typing a text to her friend, James.
To Jamie: Hey, I'm working on that sick-person's case in Pennsylvania. It seems it might be someone like us who's causing the deaths. But the information is too inconsistent and no one's talking. I don't know if I'll be able to save this one... :(
Twenty seconds later, her phone beeped.
To Daphne: What did u expect? U don't work for the govt nor r u a journalist. You're just a weird kid who wants to help alphas esc judicial persecution. Of course no one is talking...
This made the girl think.
To Jamie: But I HAVE to help them. They already have the DCIS out here and I'm AWFUL at sneaking around. This is a spy's job, not a genius's.
Jamie didn't reply back and Daphne put her phone away. She looked back at the diner and froze.
All of the DCIS agents were looking at her.
The boy from earlier was pointing at her through the glass and the large, black man moved his hand away while saying something. She quickly glanced around for a sign of Parker, and found that he was no where in sight. She sighed at seeing the thirty-year-old something man crossing the street to her. Unbuckling her seat belt, she closed the passenger door and faced the man.
"Saw you looking at my group and I earlier..."
"Oh, I wasn't looking at you," she tried to smile, "I was looking at my brother, whom was grabbing something to eat before we go."
"Where is your brother?"
"Right there," she nodded across the street.
Sure enough, he was walking from around a corner inside the establishment. The man signaled to his co-workers and the black man stood next to her brother and whispered something in his ear. Parker tensed as the man ushered him to their table. Whatever was said had to have been threatening for him to sit at a stranger's table like that. They were all looking at Daphne now.
"Dear, Lord," she muttered under her breath, watching her brother.
"Who are you?" the man demanded, roughly.
"Margaret Stone." The man paused as if listening to something, "I don't think I quite understand—"
"Daphne Lambert, age 20, from Manhattan." Daphne was stunned. They had caught her in her lie. "Why don't you come in so we can talk?" He looked like he was ready for her to bolt.
Daphne weighed her options and knew that there was no getting out of this, especially with her brother in there.
"...Alright."
"So, why did you lie about your name?" the man asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Daphne gulped.
"Because she had to—"
"Let her answer," he cut off Parker. He turned back to Daphne. "Why did you lie?"
She sighed. "Because I didn't want my name traced back to me. I want to help, I swear that's all."
"Help what?" the black man said.
"Stop what's going on. It's what I do?"
It was silent and the dark-haired woman turned to the first man.
"I feel like she's telling the truth. I mean, look at her," they glanced at Daphne, "she's helpless. There's no danger in there."
"Dangerous is not what we're looking for. It's the answer to her text messages that we want. Gary."
The transducer stepped forward and looked in Daphne's direction. "You said that you weren't with the government and that you weren't a journalist. But why would someone like that say that they want to help alphas and that they weren't spies? Why?"
The way Gary asked made it seem like random information that he had read from somewhere, making Daphne suspicious.
"I don't know where that came from—"
"I saw your text messages just now. It was you and some person named Jamie—"
"Gary, stop talking," the woman demanded.
"—You saw my text messages?"
"Yeah. Yep, it was very easy," his peers kept coaxing him to stop talking, "For someone who doesn't want to get caught, you get pretty personal and direct in these messages," he had his hands out in front of him and he was looking into space, tapping into space. It was as if he could see something else.
"Gary," they warned again.
"Gary." Daphne wanted to test her theory out. "What are you looking at?"
"Gary, don't answer that—"
"Your text messages, of course."
"How are you seeing them?"
"Through electromagnetic wavelengths in the air—"
"Gary—"
"I'm not supposed to talk about it. I-I'm different. I'm different." He kept pointing to his head.
Before Daphne could ask another question, the second man intervened.
"That's enough, Gary. You did your job. Now sit." The boy obeyed. "Now—"
"Why are we even talking to you right now," Parker asked, "you haven't shown us your badges."
The dark man pulled out his badge. "I'm Agent Harkin of the FBI and this is—"
"You don't look like agents. Well, you do but..."
"They caught us!" Gary declared.
"Gary!"
"Ah-hah! So you're not really DCIS...then why are you investigating the killings?"
"Gary, don't answer that."
"Okay."
"You're an alpha," Daphne muttered, looking at Gary.
Gary panicked and said, "I'm...not supposed to talk about it. Bill, I didn't say anything. I didn't say it. She did." He pointed.
Just then, an older man and a middle-eastern looking woman walked in and headed for their tabled.
"Rosin," the woman from earlier started, "we have a problem."
It's short but it's an update. Thanks to wfp . org for the hunger stats. The next chapter will be a bit longer and (possibly) involve alpha action! :D
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