Chapter 2: The Escaper
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"Aim accuracy, 96%. Top running speed, 31.6km/h. Final examination overall mark, 96/100. Flexible, strong, quiet, great stamina. Highly dedicated and persistent. Clearly, Myrage has a good eye for you, Miss Lexis.", Principal Scott breathes, his eyes peeled on my final report. "Impressive for a Red with a body build like yours."
"Many people underestimate my ability. Thank you for your kind comments, Principal."
I look around the room as he continued to scan through my files. It's plain. Cupboards, drawers and shelves line the edge of the rectangular room. The walls are painted in a dull, faded red, covered in maps,diagrams and charts. The window is bricked up. Light bulbs suspended from the flaking ceiling illuminate the room with a yellow glow. The floors are paved with limestone. There are several pieces of furniture scattered throughout the room; several leather padded stools here, a couple of scarlett velvet couches there, and two stainless steel chairs in front of a wooden working desk.
"Miss Lexis, please sit down. I'd like to ask you several questions."
I move from my standing position to sit onto the cold chair.
"Miss Lexis, Adayleah, isn't it."
"Yes, Adayleah Eliza Lexis."
"And your father is Stefan Josef Lexis?"
"Yes."
"Born into the service?"
"Yes. I was born within these grounds and started in Camp Red at the age of 6."
"You do know how and why your father died, don't you."
I suck in a breath.
"Yes. But he didn't die. He was killed."
I pause.
"Good. Then you know. You know that no mistakes should be made."
I breathe out.
"Of course, Sir."
"Very well. You know why you're here."
I look down into my worn boots and hide a smile.
"Actually, sir, I would appreciate it if you could give an explanation as to why I am meeting with you today. In case I have misunderstood the purpose of this meeting.", I exclaim, looking into his glassy eyes. His cold, eyes of silver.
His glassy eyes stare into mine for a while. He then smiles.
"No wonder she chose you."
He places a black envelope in front of me and a key, which has two letters engraved onto its polished surface. BD
"You know what to do. Welcome, Dove."
And with that, he stands up and walks towards the door.
"I'm hoping that the board agrees with my opinion of you."
"Thank you sir."
He closes the door.
I pick up the envelope and the key, tucking the wax-sealed parchment envelope carefully into my left boot and examining the key. 4 cuts.
I examine all the locks in the room. The cupboards are locked with a 3 cut lock. The drawers are locked with double-henged passcode locks.
The shelves, unlocked. I gently run my fingers over the dusty books, hoping to find a clue. Then I feel an abnormality. A fault. A small black book with doves and olive branches embossed onto its spine. I fingers work their way down the spine of the book. As they circle around the silver plated leaf positioned next to 4 doves, guarding it, the shelf clicks, causing the room to vibrate and the cracking ceiling to fall into pieces. I hold onto the key, waiting for the vibrations to slow down.
But they don't.
Guarding my head using my arms, I peer up to the ceiling, which has fallen to pieces, revealing a small black tile.
I smile to myself once again.
Easy.
I look around me. A chaotic scene of flying dry wall and broken glass dominates the room. I look at the furniture, that stand stubbornly in their original place. I examine and process my possibilities of escape.
Table, shelf, wall, tile.
I guess 15 years of training does alter your nature.
No fear.
Only the want to escape.
I allow my feet to swing my body through the storm of debris. I glide through the room, lightly touching different objects to gain pushing force, and finishing by grabbing the edge of the tile. I push the key into the keyhole, twisting it gently. The tile springs open, and I swing into the opening.
It closes behind me.
No going back.
No escaping.
No fear.
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