Chapter 10: Questions

"Well I think we can agree to terms." I say after a while. "Provided that the information you have is worth my time. And if it is not?" I turn on his assistant. Her face is expressionless as she awaits Mitchell's orders.

"Oh trust me, it is." Mitchell steps in front of me to make eye contact. He holds out his big, rough hand. "I trust we have a deal." he extends his hand towards me and I shake it. "Good! My assistant Maria will show you the file and what you'll be doing. Oh and it is classified." he stresses the words: Is classified. "Follow her and she will straighten things out."

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An hour later I emerge from my school, with a written excuse to my parents and some letter they have given me for them. I start thinking what I had really gotten into. I had, obviously, already opened it, read it, and sealed it back perfectly, nobody could ever tell the difference. It contained a scholarship to a academic camp that took place in two days. It lasted four weeks and in the note it promised all expenses paid and an excellent education. Yeah right. It had my teacher and principal's signature and an instruction sheet on what to pack. It didn't even include a toothbrush! I thought about adding it for entertainment but decided against it. All the letter did for my parents was inform them I was going.

I still don't see why they needed to know about any of this, this really had nothing to do with the mission. Unless it somehow did? I begin to think,

'how many teachers were in on this secret? The base under the school, the fake teacher? Were all of them or was this under the school's radar?'

Just then, a funny thought crosses my mind. Our lunch lady, Ms. Ellen, welding equipment in that place. She was very old and quite a bit overweight. She was also always known for complaining that scooping mash potatoes made her feel faint. I personally had never seen it, but a couple other kids claimed they had.