night that you two continue to work together. Based on your tryout, I would find it difficult to believe the powers - that - be would not concur . There is something going on between you two, you might not see it, but those of us watching you tw o … ca n .”
Rena and Michael exchange glances .
Alexander studies them for a moment. “You two are f ree to return to your rooms. Tomorrow starts at 5:30AM, back here for breakfast . A prep team will join you . They will find you, so s tick together.”
Rena turns to Alexander , “You said … ‘ Many of the talents we scouts deliver don’t make it past the first night.’ … What happens to them?”
Alexander con siders the question, deciding how best to answer, then locking Rena’s gaze he responds without emotion , “Many of the talents we scouts deliver don’t make it past the first night.” He stands up and turns to leave, then looks back at the pair, “ R emember … s oak up everything … sponges”
R emain ing seated, Michael s urvey s the dining hall, his attention moving to the balcony. Commander Still and a very fit Asian man, who stands a good foot shorter than the Commander , stare down at he and Rena . Turning to Rena, he nods , directing her attention up.
She follows his gaze to the balcony. The four lo c k eyes, captured in silent contemplation. After several seconds of uncomfortable scrutiny, Rena turns to Michael, “I’m a little tired of being observed , I’d like to leave.”
Nodding agreement, Michael stands. Together, t hey depart the hall headed back to their quarters. No one follows.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Commander Still … most impressive, t he young man has very unique skills. I’d like to review the videos from the fight last night and today ’ s tryout. There’ s s omething extraordinary about him.”
“And the girl?”
“Her hand-to-hand is unrefined, but we’ll improve that. You said they’ ve had no direct interaction prior to last night?”
“As I understood.” Still replies.
“ If that’ s true, she too is unique. You may have found a diamond. An excellen t Infiltrator she may become.”
4. Peeling the Onion
Rena’s wall computer chimes, 4:45AM.
She was exhausted when she got back to her quarters around 7:00 , going straight to bed. N ot acc ustomed to long nights of sleep, s he’ s lain awake in bed for the last hour, staring at the ceiling. At least with t he lights out, the room is less sterile. Last night’s tryout wei ghs heavy on her mind.
‘ Many of the talents we scouts deliver don’t make it past the first night.’
It was just the two of them against four trained soldiers , ‘roiders no less . Alexander said it was fortuitous he discovered the two of them together. Was he referring to Chango’s good luck or their chances of surviving the tryout? She considers the talent s invited alone , abducted from their families, just to die their first night .
Not sure of her own chances alone , Rena is confident Michael would have survived without her . She’ s seen him fight , enough to know , the ‘roiders would n ot have been prepared for him.
Michael? She replays the fight in her head , as she has for the last hour. Fortunately , she’ d dispatched her attacker and was facing him, so she could watch it unfold. After the fight two nights ago, she’ d thought Michael might have superior reflexes. That would’ve accounted for most of what she ’d seen in the cage. Last night was different; it could n’t be reflexes alone. The way he flipped the plate in the air, how he caught it, how he thr e w it. All of th e actions were connected, all contributed to the end- result . He hit a rapidly moving target dead center. That’s almost im possible.
She considers maybe she’s over thinking it, m aybe he just got lucky. If n o t for the fact that connecting the dot s , putting pieces together is
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