Dwain Flock's View

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock


I've been waiting for about twenty minutes, and still no sign of my team. I scanned the room for about the eleventh time, but the four grey walls hadn't changed. Not a foot step could be heard from anywhere around me. Only the sound of the clock slowly but surely driving my insane. I sat on the side of the long black table drumming my fingers along the surface. Yesterday the note that Ashley read said that we were to meet in room 12, level 6 of S.S.A. At 1200. And still no sign. Granted I did get here 15 minutes early... but shouldn't everyone.


Unexpectingly my back pocket vibrated. I had a message. I took the phone from my pocket.


Hey sweetie, just letting you know that I won't be home when you get back from the agency. I have to pick Chalie up a new cot because she got ahold of those fire launches. Preston wasn't happy. Then after I have to go to dinner. I won't see you till late. Love you, xox mum.


Interesting, she has a dinner. Is she dining with a man? I dont know why i ask myself these questions, I know i'm right. I know she's gone back into dating, she suspects that I don't know. But its too obvious. She comes back home smelling of guys cologne, so many late nights out on fridays, and the constant supply of flowers always at our doorstep. She's the teenager in the house. Its a strange thought, but I don't blame her for dating again.


My train of thought was interupted with three sets of footsteps and three kinds of voices. And they were loud. I know exactly who they were.


Ashley opened the door first wearing a skin tight, white dress with a starbucks in her manicured hand. Adam followed in wearing blue shorts and a button up shirt, he was also holding a star bucks cup. E was laughing loudly with James, strangly enough... They were holding starbucks too. E wore a shirt with a picture of leanardo decripio that had the caption of bae. And James was dressed as a clown. And his hair looked like a melted cabbage patch kid.


They all stopped at the door and spotted me.


"Alex!" E ran up and hugged me from behind and kissed me on the cheek.


"Don't touch me Ethan!" I pushed away his face.


He just laughed.


"I know you like me A. Deep deep deep deep down." Each 'deep' he sang, I scowled in responce.


"You should be grateful Alex lets you touch her, the only intimacy Alex and I have is death glaring one another." James scoffed.


"And even that is too intimate for me. If you jumped off the earth with no oxygen tank on that would make me feel a lot better." I said.


"Ouch James, she gets you almost every time." Ashley said laughing while hanging up the phone.


"You're all late by the way." I said flipping my hair out of my face.


"No we're not, its going on 12 now. And why didn't you come to starbucks with us. We were waiting for you but the line got to big. I sent you a text." Ethan said taking a sip of his cup. I could hear the liquid flowing into his mouth and down his throat, disguisting.


I stopped listening to him drinking as his words set it.


"Wait! How did you get my number?! I don't give that to anyone. Thats who that was, it was you."


"I could tell. The only contacts that were in there was a chick named 'Lillian' and a guy called 'Theo'. And it wasn't that hard, you don't have a password so I just took it."


"Wait, Alex has a phone! I thought you hated technology?" James leaned forward with his eyebrows raised.


"And who's this Theo guy?" Ashley said raising her eyebrows, leaning over the table. Her boobs on display. Adam looked at them, but Ethan clicked in his face to get his attention.


Why must everyone push themselves into my perosnal life! You dont see me bombarding them with questions.


"Is it your boyfriend? Omg you have a boyfriend. Your too pretty not to have a boyfriend. What is he like?!" Ethan said clapping.


"Is he tall, well your short so everyone must be tall to you. Dose he go to our school?!" Ashley yelled.


They turned to eachother and started yapping on about who this guy might be.
At first I was mad. Furious that someone looked through my stuff. But now it made me feel weird. Like I was stuck in a dark room with no light. Like someone took my teddy away from me when I was a child. I didn't know what was happening. My breathing became shallow and fast. I hadn't heard that name in a long time. If only they knew. They couldn't even comprehend what that name possibly means to me.


I could feel eyes on me. James was leaning against the table. Looking at me. Not of worry, or even pitty. But almost curiosity. He stopped looking at me after awhile and smiled at me. A reassuring one, not a smirk or a fake one. A genuine smile.


That seeming to snap me back into reality. And angry Alex returned. I stood up really fast that the chair fell to the ground. Ashley and Ethan looking at me.


I stated this in a low voice. But still audible. "Don't ever look through my belongings again Ethan. Or I swear to the mighty heavens above i will scratch your hippie van with your beloved high heeled boots that you love. Understand."


E looked at me regretfully. "Alex we were just kidding around, you know us, we-"


"Clear!?" I raised my voice.


He swallowed. "Crystal."


The brief silence was interupted with the door slamming open. Wearing army camouflage pants secured with a belt. The tight white tee stood out agains his dark coffee coloured skin. The man was about 6'2. One thing was for sure, this guy was ripped. His muscles had muscles. He wore a silver dog tag around his neck. When my eyes got to his face, he had strong and striking features. But his face showed no emotion, just a stone stern look as he looked at us. All of us got up off our chair and stood looking at him with our full attention.


"This must be my squad." He walked across the room holding a black briefcase. His long legs strode to the head of the table. When he got to the end, he placed the case on the table and proceeded to walk back and forth with his hands bahind his back.
"My name is Dwain Flark, and I am the team leader of this devision." His deep voice spoke.


"That is a fiiiiine ass." Ethan whispered to Ashley who smirked.


"What was that soldier Ethan Braunch?"


"Nothing sir. Just admiring the view."


"When I talk to you, I expext you to be looking at me, not outside the widow."


"Yes sir. I'll look at you when you talk sir." He nodded, trying not to smile.


He looked us up and down, probably realising how young we all were.


"Sit." His deep voice spoke.


He leaned over and opened the case, and his hand came out with four folders. He threw them to the middle of the table. I grabbed one with the letter 'classified' on it. The others did the same.


Opening to first page was a black and white photo of a bottle, filled with a liquid.


"Take a good hard look. This little bottle that your looking at, you're going to risk your lives to get it."
He walked back and forth.


"34 years ago, in 1983. A drug was made illegaly by one of the past agents of this agency. It was designed to make agents better. To terminate all emotion of the person. Making them the perfect killing machine."


I turned the page and almost gagged with what I saw. Ashley gasped next to E and Ethan swallowed hard. Pictures and pictures were scattered around the pages of people, pale white with red and purple veins running along every inch of their body. There eyes, mouth and ears bleeding. There expressions were completely void of emotion. They looked dead. Along the side was of the photos was data about the patient.


Penelope Carter: Age- 29
Sex- F
Blood type- B5
Result- blood particles
doubled with 23 seconds of
the liquid intake.
This was just one person of the many many patients.


Jake Joneson
Lesley Pricket
Jackson w Smith
"Its not a pleasant sight is it." Dwain said.


"The man who created this liquid called it morte veleno."


"Thats spanish for death poison." Ethan said lowly.


"Indeed it is Braunch. We are not sure why it was named after somthing Spanish. The creator had no past of spanish heritage."


"So what does the liquid do, beside kill off human emotion?" James said.


"I was getting to that Colton. Not only does the patient loose humanity within themselves. It makes them stronger physically."


"Who was the man who invented morte veleno?" I spoke up.


"McGreggor, I can't tell you that. That is confidential."


I huffed, annoyed. "Okay well, why did the agency choose agents from other devisions all over the world. That doesn't make sense. Why not just get 5 kids from this agency."


"I also cannot tell you that." Dwain said with a straight face. But his eyes held humour.


"Okay how about... why are they picking agents of our age to do this mission? It doesn't sound like a walk in the park."


"I also, cannot reveal that information at this point of time." He said holding eye contact with me.


"Well you see, that won't do." I stood up.
"I'm tired of this little game the agency is playing with us. I want straight answers. We're all together here to discuss this liquid that you claim is killing off people. Yesterday morning i had Voldemort following me to school, obviously paid to kill me. And I have no idea why. None of the people at this table are going to risk their lives, unless we have more information than this. Give us something to work with!"


"Enough!" Dwain punched the table. "Listen here McGreggor. I don't like this any more than you do. I was told i would have a fully trained and prepared team that had experience under their belt. So sit down and let me finish!" He yelled.


I just stared at him, glaring really. He looked at me like he wanted to drop me off a plane without a parachute. What was his problem anyways? He has answers and I know it.


Very slowly I sat down, putting my feet on the table. E wispers next to me "You go girl." I glanced at Aaron and he winked at me.


He took his hands off the table and straightened up. "I read up on you Alexandra McGreggor. I read up on all of you. But your the hot headed one. The one that can't keep her trap shut. The one that starts the fight. If I had a choice you would not be here. But higher authority tells me your good at your job."


"You tell me, you read the record." I rose my eyebrows.


He glared.


"Why does the agency want anything to do with the drug now. I mean that was 34 years ago?" James asked.


"Good question Colton. 6 months ago people were being let out of prisons. Some had been checked in for years. Then one day, 10 would have escaped with no trace of them ever have lived in there cell. All over the world, criminals were being taken. Then the same criminals missing started reappearing in small heists all over the USA. But when our footage picked them up. Turn to page 4."


I did. And sure as heck, a group of guys who i assume was a group of criminals. Were all holding guns looking ghostly pale. They were slaughtering innocent people in what looked like a market.


"Thats disguisting." Said Ashley.


"It is."


"We don't know how the drug was successfully made. All experienced results show that all patients died. Their body couldn't take the liquid. So some how, some one has made it work. But there doing a pretty good job at hiding themselves." He said.


I turned the page, and there was a picture of a man around 40 years of age. He was wearing a pretty expensive suit. He was smiling with a woman at least half his age. It looked like they were in apress conference.


"Who is this?" Asked Ethan


"That is one of the many people we suspect could be the culprit of all of this. His name is Harvy Tradson. He owns a huge internationally know drug company called "callax". His bank accounts show some of the ingredients as the liquid. Also there have been numerous reports of people getting symptoms of being 'ghostly white and feeling emotionless.'


Dwain looked up at all of us. "Real question is, is are you up for the job."


We all looked at one another and nodded.


"Your mission is to go undercover and break into Harvy Tradsons high security labratory. Find evidence and confirm our suspicions that he has been manufacturing the liquid."


"Why the silence, bit aftaid?" Dwain crossed his arms over his chest.


James spoke up and told him what we were thinking. "When do we start?"


Dwain smirked. "Now here's the plan, so you dont get killed on your first day." He took out a diagram of the lab and we all huddled around the table, finally agreeing on something.


Because who doesn't bond over saving the human race from a liquid that is slowly killing off the emotions of people, making them murder one another which inevitably could start another world war?
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