Technology Department
"Do you know where you are?", asks Dr. Bianchi.
"Yeah, hell right.", I respond.
"You need to be serious with me, I'm trying to help you.", says Dr. Bianchi getting irritated.
"Sorry, I'm in the happiest place in the world then.", I respond.
Dr. Bianchi writes something on the clipboard he has.
"So, how's your life in your agency?", asks Dr. Bianchi.
"Complete Shit.", I say.
"How about before the agency came to you?", asks Dr. Bianchi writing on the clipboard.
"Even worse.", I respond.
"Have you ever tried to commit suicide?", asks Dr. Bianchi.
"Yeah, but all the guns I've used jammed when I pulled the trigger.", I say simply. "So, am I done here."
"Ye..yea...yeah, you can go.", replies Dr. Bianchi stunned.
As I walk out of the room, I notice my partner I got from my agency came out of the observation room.
"I can't believe you said that!", replies Stephanie furious.
"He told me to be honest.", I say.
"You didn't have to give him PTSD though!", shouts Stephanie.
"If it means anything to you, I'm sorry I scared the shit out of him.", I reply.
"Yeah, like you actually mean that." says Stephanie cracking a smile.
"Who's that?", asks Stephanie pointing to the staircase.
Looking at the staircase, I see Triela peeking out.
"Yeah, that's one of the girls that lives across from me.", I respond.
"You two close?", asks Stephanie jokingly.
"I just met her today jesus, its not like I'm going to get in the pants of every girl I meet.", I shoot back.
"Well not yet.", replies Stephanie."So, what did the Chief want?"
"He told me the rules and what I'm, actually we are going to be doing.", I say.
"And what's that.", asks Stephanie.
"We are here to help get rid of terrorism basically.", I respond. "Well, I'm going back."
"Oh yeah, You're training with Claes tomorrow.", says Stephanie.
"Ok.", I say confused.
Walking back I run into Claes with a book deep into her face.
"Hey Nick, have you seen Triela yet.", she says.
"Yeah, she was spying on me.", I say.
"Thanks, I'll see you later then.", she says walking off.
"Claes let go of my arm please.", begs Triela.
"Not until we get there.", says Claes.
"What if he says no?", asks Triela nervously.
"He won't, trust me.", says Claes.
Stepping in front of the door, Triela looks back at Claes scared as hell. Claes points to the door before going into her own dorm. When Triela gathered enough courage, she knocked on the door. When the door opened, Nick stood on the other only thing Triela noticed was that he didn't have a shirt on.
Damn, why am I so nervous. Triela thought.
"What do you need Triela.", asked Nick.
"I...I...I came by...by to ask you to tea in my room.", said Triela stuttering horribly.
"Sure, when should I come.", asked Nick.
"In about twenty minutes.", said Triela.
"Ok, see you then.", said Nick closing the door.
Fist pumping, Triela walked back to her room.
"So, how did it go?", asked Claes.
"HE SAID YES!", said Triela ecstatically.
"You know it's only tea right?", asked Claes.
"Yeah, but it's tea with a boy.", responded Triela.
Crap, I have to wait twenty minutes now. Thought Triela.