Zara scanned the small Helvetica print and the silver scorpion. Her mind raced, she had heard this word being muttered recently in the higher circles of military intelligence and she had always wondered what it represented. It seemed so shrouded in mystery, until recently. Members with unassuming tattoos of scorpions had turned up dead in seemingly impossible situations.
"What was Brooks relation to them?", she wondered.
"Who are they to have such a strong psychological effect on one of the staff that had been vetted and tested both physically and mentally?"
Her brows were burrowed deep in thought as she dialed the medical office.
"And who was the one who had left this envelop?" That should be easy to find out, but Zara knew that either way the answer will not be pleasant to deal with. It meant Cherub was either infiltrated, or it had been an inside job but a cherub. As the medic bustled Brooks through the door, her thoughts turned to Alex, Alex with no last name.
He was fascinating, he remains the best recruit Zara had ever set her eyes upon. He was a god send, it seems like he was made to be a Cherub. Alex was quick witted, fit and improvised extraordinarily well to situations under stress. All instructors had only positive things to say about him. Zara couldn't help but wonder about his circumstances and what Brooks had said about his shooting skills.
Upon hearing the quiet beeps, Alex withdrew his ear pods and turned into the corridor and leaned against the wall in a nonchalant manner. The medical personnel will arrive shortly and he was curious as to how Brooks will be dealt with and if it weren't all an act. Assassins can be quite convincing actors; doesn't he know all about that. Soon enough, two medics hurried through the hallway with a stretcher. Alex eyes him carefully from under his fringe, trying to find signs of deception. The thump that came from Zara's office was quiet and he couldn't tell if he had fallen upon the carpet covering half the tiled floor of the office.
Not noticing anything out of placed, Alex strolled back to his room and flopped upon his bed and stretched out, reveling in its softness. It had been a long time since he felt so relaxed. The four months he had spent at Cherub tamed his outwardly unease and stress. However, questions about MI6 lingered at the back of his mind.
Their last interaction didn't exactly end on good terms as he flatly refused their next insistent request without waiting for any further explanations. They no longer had any hold on him with Jack six feet under, even their threat of placing him in an orphanage no longer worked. He was numb as MI6 fabricated and handed documents attesting to him being a rough street kid to the local police. He was numb when the mean in blue knocked on his door dragging him out of his own house as if it weren't his.
"What are they planning to do with him?"