Chapter 17
Yvonne
12•20•8993. 14:55.
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"Yes, Sir," I say.
"I already said," comments Finnian, "you can call me Finn." He hisses flirtatiously.
"I know, Sir," I say.
He sighs audibly. "Capture them."
"I got it, Sir," I say.
I press the button near my left ear and the slight static cuts off to an uncomfortable silence.
I sigh in annoyance.
"They should arrive at any moment, Captain," comments Remmoa.
"Thank you, Remmoa."
I walk across the dark, cold room to sit in my chair; a large black one, displaying my tier in Finnian's ranks.
My entire body tingles with nerves, but I try to appear calm by leaning back in my seat.
Finnian could kill me if I don't get my hands on 'em.
The three of them could arrive at any moment. We know this because we've been tracking them since they 'escaped'.
"They're here, Captain."
I sit up and immediately begin typing commands for the agents outside.
"Send agents A97, J92, and MM44 to station seven," I tell Remmoa.
"Yes, Captain," replies Remmoa, immediately hopping into action. They speak into their headset, "A97, J92, and MM44, report to station seven immediately." They continue talking and their voice fades as they walk away. They end up on the other end of the room and I can't hear them. I only see their thin lips giving quick commands as their long black hair swishes in front of their face.
I quickly tie my hair into a tight bun and get to work.
Jane, Magnuson, and Arcadia will be dead within the hour.
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Magnuson
12•20•8993. 14:50.
"What did you say this district was called?" I ask.
"Mancazi," answers Jane.
Arcadia questions, "And why are we heading there?"
"I have a-" she makes air quotes with two fingers, "friend," she replies, "that I'd like you to meet."
The town rises in the distance.
"Okay," Arcadia sighs. She begins picking clothing from the bags, then begins unbuttoning her shirt.
She stops. "What are you staring at?" She questions angrily, "Turn around."
I turn around, face heated, and wait patiently.
"Why are you changing?"
"Two reasons," Arcadia replies, "number one, my clothes reek, and two, we can't have people recognizing us."
"Why can't Jane just-"
"I'll run out of energy, Mag," interrupts Jane, "not all of us have the energy you have." She says this with her jaw clenched and a jealous tone.
I hush.
After a few minutes, Arcadia taps my shoulder.
I turn and see her in a long, tan dress with simple tan shoes. Her hair has somehow been able tie into a ponytail, and her hair poofs out from the tie.
She looks quite beautiful.
I pinch my arm to keep from blushing.
12•20•8993. 14:55.
•••••••••••
"Yes, Sir," I say.
"I already said," comments Finnian, "you can call me Finn." He hisses flirtatiously.
"I know, Sir," I say.
He sighs audibly. "Capture them."
"I got it, Sir," I say.
I press the button near my left ear and the slight static cuts off to an uncomfortable silence.
I sigh in annoyance.
"They should arrive at any moment, Captain," comments Remmoa.
"Thank you, Remmoa."
I walk across the dark, cold room to sit in my chair; a large black one, displaying my tier in Finnian's ranks.
My entire body tingles with nerves, but I try to appear calm by leaning back in my seat.
Finnian could kill me if I don't get my hands on 'em.
The three of them could arrive at any moment. We know this because we've been tracking them since they 'escaped'.
"They're here, Captain."
I sit up and immediately begin typing commands for the agents outside.
"Send agents A97, J92, and MM44 to station seven," I tell Remmoa.
"Yes, Captain," replies Remmoa, immediately hopping into action. They speak into their headset, "A97, J92, and MM44, report to station seven immediately." They continue talking and their voice fades as they walk away. They end up on the other end of the room and I can't hear them. I only see their thin lips giving quick commands as their long black hair swishes in front of their face.
I quickly tie my hair into a tight bun and get to work.
Jane, Magnuson, and Arcadia will be dead within the hour.
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Magnuson
12•20•8993. 14:50.
"What did you say this district was called?" I ask.
"Mancazi," answers Jane.
Arcadia questions, "And why are we heading there?"
"I have a-" she makes air quotes with two fingers, "friend," she replies, "that I'd like you to meet."
The town rises in the distance.
"Okay," Arcadia sighs. She begins picking clothing from the bags, then begins unbuttoning her shirt.
She stops. "What are you staring at?" She questions angrily, "Turn around."
I turn around, face heated, and wait patiently.
"Why are you changing?"
"Two reasons," Arcadia replies, "number one, my clothes reek, and two, we can't have people recognizing us."
"Why can't Jane just-"
"I'll run out of energy, Mag," interrupts Jane, "not all of us have the energy you have." She says this with her jaw clenched and a jealous tone.
I hush.
After a few minutes, Arcadia taps my shoulder.
I turn and see her in a long, tan dress with simple tan shoes. Her hair has somehow been able tie into a ponytail, and her hair poofs out from the tie.
She looks quite beautiful.
I pinch my arm to keep from blushing.
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