Chapter 2: Rude Awakening
A loud beeping noise sounded off, bringing me out of a blissful sleep that I was enjoying so. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw a flashing light upon the computer screen which sat on a desk just across from my bed. I crawled down towards the end of my bed, swinging my legs over the edge and sliding into the chair that sat in front of the desk that supported the computer. I clicked on the message and Merc's face popped up scaring me near to death. I practically jumped out of my chair from the sudden surprise.
"Sleeping in, kido." Merc responded too cheerfully for this early in the evening.
"I guess, now what do you want?" I yawned still half asleep.
"Ok, well, the higher ups need you to take a document." Merc clarified.
"What for?" I asked, curious about the request.
"It had something to do with the runaways."
"Oh! No! It's not another plan like Icarus." I asked, my mind drifting off to that old situation.
"No, well that's what the higher ups say. They told me that the document is supposed to contain a way to help the runaways, what ever that means." Merc shrugged.
That doesn't sound correct.
"Ok, Merc. When do I get the document?" I asked.
"Later tonight. You think that you will up for it, kido." Merc smirked.
"Yeah, now good bye Merc." I gave a small wave and turned the web camera off.
I stood up and stretched my body towards the ceiling then bent down to touch the floor, just to wake my body up some more. No matter how many hours I slept I always had a tough time waking up. Oh well.
I walked towards the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of cold coffee and grabbed a banana. I sat back on my bed, sipped at my coffee and nibbled at the banana. Soon I finished both. I tossed the peel on the floor and set my coffee cup on the plastic nightstand that sat next to my decent sized bed. I trudged over to my closet where I put on my usual black tank top, red and black wristbands, beige cargo pants and red athletic shoes. I grabbed some thin strong fabric and wrapped it around the bottoms of my pants so when I went to escape the blues the bottoms wouldn't flare out and get tangled in with my feet causing me to lose my balance and get caught by then enemies.
I had completely thought through my escape as I was getting ready. I grabbed my ear piece and headed out the metal door, checking to make sure that my surroundings were clear of any obstacles. I locked the door to the small space that I had come to call home over the many years that I had been on my own. I dashed across the rooftop, feeling the rush of my speed whip around me.
Once at the edge of the building I propelled myself to another rooftop. The rooftops had become my world over the years and I adapted quite well to their slick tops and odd shapings.
But the discontent feeling that I felt when I had received the mission had come back. Why was I worrying over this one in particular to the other countless others that I had been on and never gave a second thought? Why was this one so important that it was creating an emotion that I was not used to?
Even I couldn't answer my own questions that raced through my mind faster than the speed of light.