2 weeks have passed since the last chapter...don't worry...the action is coming close to starting...lol...i'm sorry the story is so long...
oh, ya...the League of Nichelle and The League of Danall are Vampire groups...Faithfuls are humans who serve Vampires, whether its the League or the Vampire personally, it is a rule that Vampires are to protect their Faithfuls and they're not allowed to feed off of them unless the Vampire or League has been betrayed or disobeyed by the Faithful...um ya...please don't stop reading...please...
Jaden slumped down in her bed. It was only two hours since she had gotten away from her class, and for some reason, she felt that she would have been less tired if she had been out doing her rounds!
The class was a disaster! The Apprentices seemed brain dead, and Jaden could now see why the Chief Commander practially begged her to teach them. The students were, as a whole, terrible at grasping simple concepts that Jaden took for granted every day. They missed seeing the point in checking behind things when then entered a room in which they'd just captured a vampire, to see if there was another in the room. Jaden truly admired Karla Dawson if she was able to put up with such imbeciles.
She was almost asleep, when there was a pounding at the door. Jaden groaned, swore and rolled off her bed. Tiredly, she opened the door, and her tired expression instantly turned to an alert one. Senior Agent Mackie, head of the division she was in, was standing in her doorway, though more composed about it, looking as tired as Jaden felt.
"Agent Korr," Mackie said in greeting, nodding his head.
"Sir," Jaden said, with a more vigorous nod, "is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes, there is," he replied, "may I come in for a moment?"
Jaden, confused, said, "of course," and stood aside so he could enter. She blushed slightly as she was sure Mackie's eyes fell on a pile of laundry that sat on the futon, with a stack of bras and underwear on the top. "Do you want to sit down? Or have something to eat or drink? I could make coffee." She said, trying to cover her nervousness of having a superior Agent in her own house, by being hospitable.
Mackie shook his head and said, "Though I would love some coffee, there isn't enough time for either of us to have anything. We need you back at the compound immediately. We have captured a Nichelle-Faithful and he's not cooperating, so we need you, as you are our best interrogator." Jaden blushed, "its true!" he insisted forcefully, "We believe that he may be carrying information and that he could help us as an insider in the Nichelle's inner circles. You may be needed to question him." Mackie got to his feet and said, in a stern, commanding tone, "I expect you at the Compound in a half hour," and he added in a kinder voice, "I know you're tired, but please do the best you can." And he turned on his heel, and strode out of the apartment without another word.
Jaden remained sitting on her couch for about a minute, staring at the door, mouth hanging open. Did Senior Agent Mackie, the iron faced manager, just show compassion and give her a compliment? She went over the conversation in her head, just to be sure; indeed he had. Amazing!
She jumped to her feet, pulled a newly washed shirt on, found a new pair of socks, as she had stepped in a puddle of milk earlier that day, and she walked out the door in a daze.
She reached the Compound with ten minutes to spare. Mackie was waiting for her, along with the Chief Commander. Jaden bowed courteously to them and followed as they led her to a high security interrogation room. Jaden sincerely hoped that she would be unneeded and that she could soon go home.
They wove through the labyrinth that was the detention area, to get to the Faithful's cell. They rounded the last corner, and Jaden peered through the clear panel, that looked like the rest of the wall from the other side, in at the man whose fate she may be about to seal…
