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  My mind felt restless. For some reason, my gut feeling didn't like the idea of dressing up as a highschool boy.

Are you sure that is the reason or  are you just scared of idea of being recognized by him?

No, of course not! That is not the reason! I was disgusied. He wouldn't recognize me if I walked up to him, bared faced and said 'Hey you there! Remember me? I knocked you out twice!'

Are you really sure?

Yes, yes I am!

My inside voice could be such a babbler sometimes. Why would I be scared of a boy, who I could finish off with one swift kick?  He wasn't even a challenge!

 Yes, I didn’t want to go to some reach people’s prestigious boarding school and become friends with a son of smuggle, because the job I wanted to do all my life was at stake.

Yes, that is why I am feeling restless, because I can't lose this time.

Yes, that is definitely the reason!

  The other part of my punishment was I don’t get to make my own cover document. Which means Sierra, Cory, Lisa and of course Rebel will play on it like they wanted to.

They could make me an old janitor man and I might not even have some say in it!

While Penn and I are stuck here, washing the smelly dishes. The kitchen lady who usually do it gave us a smirk, tapping the table with her fingers.

Groaning, I washed the dishes. This the worst thing that could have happened.

Other agents will always get their punishment in a form of running for hours or aiming at something they were ordered to but since I was good that all of those things. I would finish fast.

Gary assigned this to make sure I felt the punishment.

And I did. I did alright!

He knows how much I hate soaking my hands in a left over food. 

Using someone's weakness is not a fair play! Not fair at all!

You would think that this being a camp and all that people will have some decency and finish their food, but no they leave the food scattered all over the plate. Like a dog who didn't like his food, but he had to it eat it because his owner kept shoving the plate in his face. Some of them didn’t even start eating. It was the most disgusting site to see a food soaked.

I gritted my teeth and applied a force on the bowl in my hand.

Even if I wore gloves, I could feel the sliminess as it squashed in my hands.

   Ugh! Ew! Help!

"You look like you are about to kill the dishes." Penn snickered, placing the clean plate on the drier.

Yes, I would have killed the dishes!I would have shot it repeatedly screaming 'die!die!'

Except it is nonliving!

"I hate doing this. You know that." I gritted my teeth.

" Trust me I know. That is why Gary made us do it in the first place." I groaned.

I know! Gary is one of the few people who knew how to push my buttons.

  " You do know it is just a food right?" Penn laughed.

  It is not a food. It was a food

"Silence! There is no talking in detention!" The kitchen lady blared.

You are talking too! you cranky old woman!

" And clean them properly if you don't, I will make sure you get another week!"

   Just breath! Giving her a piece of my mind is not worth another week in detention! Just breath!

I scraped the food faster from the plates.

The sooner, I do this the sooner, I could get out of this.

With that thought in mind, I washed the plates faster. When I was finished, my hands felt like a limp that was sewed on my joints.

Penn chuckled and pulled me back to our sleeping station.

  " How come punching a punching bag for hours doesn't tire you, but washing the dishes for thirty minutes make your hands like they are not part of you?"

  " The plates are heavy."

She rolled her eyes at me before she swipped the card down the door, she pulled me in.

The place was nicely neat because no one was allowed to make a mess in here.

My side of the sleeping station was blue; My favourite the color in the whole wide world. It repersents freedom in so many ways; Like the oceans and the sky. It crosses boundaries and goes beyond anything humans tried to set out for it. It could never be controled. I wish I could be like that.

I don’t have any posters or anything; Just some photos of me and penny.

  Her side of the station however was peach pink with pictures of roses, buildings, streets, oceans plastered all over, but she loves flowers ones the most although she didn’t really get to see one in person often.

The camp will only let the special agents decorate their room.

When the first five forces program was started she was my roommate and she has been ever since. The first five forces program was for girls so five best young girl agents were recruited from the camp and luckily I got in.

I flopped down on the bed, feeling the comfy bed softly hit my back. After a few minutes, I wore my sweatpants and hurried back to my bed. Penn was also on the bed with her dark hair tied in to a messy bun as she gave me a sleepy smile.

"Did you think this plan will work?" She asked.

I honestly don’t know if this will work or not. He might even not have the file. It might be with someone else. We might just be wasting our time. Sighing, I closed my eyes.

"I don’t know." I paused, before I spoke again. "But why did you suggest such plan? We could have used another way to get to him."

She chuckled as I gave her a confused look. "Well, Gary wasn’t going to make us work on it if we didn’t come up with a plan. He would have found a replacer whether you want it or not. He only changed his mind because he liked the idea."

Huh? What?

"What do you mean? He clearly said he would give me the case."

"No, since you are so stubborn, He was going to make you believe you will work on the file, and then he will send another agent before we even finish our detention." She spoke as if she has been reading minds all her life.

" How could you possibly know that without being a pyschic?"

She rolled her eyes. " He did it to me once. That is how I know." I gave a questioning look." It was before we met." I nodded.

Penn has been here almost her entire life. She came here when she was four years old.

"Well, I would never have thought Gary would lie to me." I frowned.

"He is just trying to protect you." She reasoned.

"Protecting me from what? I am a big girl. I can take care of myself. I always have and I always will.’’

She raised her eyebrow. " I don't know why you don't like it when people care about you."

I don't know where all this was coming from!

" I like it when you care about me." I pointed out.

"No, actually now that I think about it you don't." She looked at me. " Why is that?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."  She raised an eyebrow with a look that says Are-you-kidding-me?

I sighed in defeat before I started to speak again. " I-uh-well-I have-just always been on my own. I never had to depend on anyone. I made sure it stayed that way, because that is the only way I know and since that chromsome donor did what she did what she did. I haven't been able to trust anyone." I wanted add, but I didn't let it roll down my tounge.

She still doesn't know all of me. She doesn't know how this mission destroyed me.

I admit my life has never been sunshine and rainbows, but it still had a gleam of light. I never knew the person I hated. A person I trained myself to punch would have this much impacted on me.

" Well if you ever fully want to depend on anyone. You are not alone anymore. You have me." I smiled before I thanked her.

Silence swallowed us as I stare at the oxygen supplier vent that was on the ceiling. I just couldn’t believe Gary would try to protect me. I thought he saw me as a reckless little girl who for these two years became worthless to him in every aspect. I always thought that he didn't saw more than 'excellent agent'.

   Because of my mistake, Penn was getting punished. I should have been a better friend to her and a better agent.

"I am sorry. You are getting
punished because of me. " I said, hoping she wasn’t asleep already.

" You should have apologized sooner."I chuckled. Only Penn would that blunt.

" But I forgive you." She added, fighting back a yawn.

My muscles ached and I shifted to get more comfortable.

" Thanks, penny."I laughed.

This time she growled and threw a pillow at me.

"Ungrateful wench! Stop calling me that!"

She hates it when I call her that. She said she feels like a coin which is more reason to call her that.

Grinning, I said it over and over again. "Pennypennypenny"

  "hyyy!"

I didn’t get to finish my rambling as the pillow she threw landed on my face, muffling my voice.
   
We laughed for a couple
minutes, throwing pillows and comebacks on eachother. When I suddenly turned around to throw the pillow, I recognized her heaving chest, rising and falling.

    " Sweet dreams, penny."

And when she doesn’t get up to smack me on the head is how I know she is asleep.

Even thought, my aching body was begging for rest, I couldn't get to sleep. I rolled from side to side, facing the walls and penny’s bed as I did.

There is only one thing left for me to do now!

Find out everything there is to know about the Salvatore Family especially their son!

I picked the laptop from my counter and scrolled through the information that cube camp has.

His mother died when he was just a new born. He always learned in boarding school. He grew up with a sliver spoon, he didn’t have to eat greasy food for twelve years.

I scrolled down the information listed. And I noticed something odder than being raised by single dad. He always goes to boarding school to learn and even stays there for the whole year sometimes.

So how did he end up at the safe-house and sleeping in one of the bedrooms on the same night I went to get the file? 

Coincidences? I think not!

I have to know why he was there. And if he has the file or not!

I googled is account to find out if he uses any social media and sure enough I found his instagram account.

I scrolled down through the pictures he posted only to find out that there is only pictures of eyes.

Would you look at that? That son of a smuggler likes to draw.

Eyes of old people, childern, teenagers, in blue, green, gray and brown color, but he mostly did the brown ones, just like his. I wonder if that was intentional. It probably isn't. He might be obsessed with himself.

I wonder what his father thinks about this. Certainly, he wouldn't like that idea of his son as an artist instead of a terrorist.

He is the only heir to his father's estates. In other words, he is the next terrorist so I am sure his father doesn't want him to waste his time on drawing eyes.

I had to admit he was good at it though. It was like he saw the glint in these eyes and in turn showed it to others. It was like he could see the intention; Whatever it maybe.

I scrolled up only to gasp.

Ocean blue eyes with a string of blonde hair flapping over it as the rest of the face was covered by a black mask, a tiny stream of light sparkled on the right eye. A portrait of my eyes were posted next to a caption. 'The best eyes I came across so far.'

How did he do this? How did do it so well that it resembled me? It was like staring at a mirror.

Oh, Crap! Does that mean he might recognize me if he saw me at the school?

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              Hey my stars! ;)

Okay first thing is first! Who here hates doing the dishes? All who do say 'I'

Oooh, this chapter wasn't what you were expecting. Yea, ik, but I needed you to know her more before she goes to the boarding school. :) Don't worry she will get an epic scene with Felix or that "son of a smuggler!" as lyra would call him hehe.

So, how was it? And I know it is too soon, but I had to ask who is your favourite character so far?

I will be updating after two days or something! Just to thank everyone who encouraged me to keep on writting, not that I would have stopped writting just because others told me to ;)

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Love, Mercy

  Fact : Felix is a latin word meaning happy or lucky.