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A man in grey and black clothing stood above Leonard. Lime green eyes piercing into his soul. Lips in a tight, disapproving line.
"This is not acceptable. You will take over the project when you are older Leonard." His voice deep, angry, disappointed.
"I'm sorry, I really am sir." Stuttered Church, an unwavering sense of panic made itself known through his facials. "I will try harder si-"
"Time is not a luxury we have," The older man cut him off, "I know you are aware of that."
"Yes sir..."
The man sighed and sat down, motioning to Church, telling him to take a seat. "My apologies, I know this cannot be easy for you. The decision you make tomorrow will either guarantee the success of the project, or jeopardise it completely."
"Yes, I understand sir."
"Make the right choice."
"Yes sir."
"Yes Direct- I mean sir!"
Church awoke in a petrified rust, eyes snapping open. He did not enjoy that memory, and disliked its contents.
He observed his surroundings and nodded to himself as he recalled what had happened.
He had run away. He was in a fire. He is now in hospital.
Church sighed as he picked up his tattered rucksack, and collected his little burnt treasures. A few of his possessions had survived the flames and had been dropped off to him that morning.
Peering outside, the corridor was busy, he wasn't going anywhere. Then again, he'd escaped before, hadn't he! He walked over to the window. 4th floor... yeesh... if he fell... well...
ITS WORTH IT!
Smirking, he tied his bedsheets together, attached one side to his bed and the other to his rucksack. He then chucked the bag over the edge, and slid down the makeshift rope.
Meanwhile a cloaked woman was walking through a alleyway. Watching. Always watching. Watching his every move. It was her objective after all, secure the Alpha, do that, and all the power was hers!
Looking around, she felt an odd feeling of dread well up in her stomach. A taller, stronger woman stood behind her. A shiver ran down her spine an she felt the new arrival exhale.
"Who's there? I'll warn you, I'm armed!"
"Agent South Dakota."
Her heart stopped beating. She was drowning is shock, this woman knew who she was, although she was cloaked, disguised!
"I said WHO'S THERE!?"
Agent South spun around, blade in hand. The figure was gone.
"Oh South... You really don't remember me?"
The cloaked freelancer roared in fury, "WHO ARE YOU? TELL ME! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
"Your past come back to haunt you..."