Next week, they took a flight to Honolulu, Darragh O'Malley slept for hours. Maks saw that he had a bunch of precious stones in his backpack. Artemis wrapped her guns in a bunch of lead foils to escape X-ray scanners and he worked his jaw when a child kicked on his chair. Her mother had headphones on reading a magazine. They exchanged looks and Artemis looked out the window. He turned red and raked his hair. "How was it in there?" "They have a white room.""A White?""We're supposed to cultivate discipline and a "killer instinct." Training typically lasts between six months which was how long she was gone and two years, depending on the acumen of the student and his skill level."What happens if you fail the training?""I don't know, students who dropped out are never heard from again.""I know how to use a gun. The rest of the work are Disguise, acting, stealth, climbing, lockpicking, hacking, driving, shadowing, tracking, etiquette...""What's the white room?""Has it ever been so
"Roseline?""Yeah. That one, yer mot's sister." "She's dead?""Killed her for a chair. Everyone was bonkers including me.""Why didn't you tell her?""Lad's been so happy, ye want me to spill? She died last year." He mustered up the courage. Darragh was teary about it. "Did I also mention that the owner of this Hotel is a member?"He gazed up at the hotel and they froze at a girl with a black mohawk and punk costume laughing. "Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." Darragh faced Metallie, he grabbed a diamond and let his molecular structure change. He refracted sunlight and he was hard to look at. "I knew you were a coward." They exchanged blows and he tossed her away from him."It was just one time. There was no spark between us." She punched him across the water and sent her metal gloves at him. CLANK! CLANK! He groaned."You lying, thieving son of a bitch! What did Roseline have that I didn't?""She wasn't tryin' to kill me." He crossed his arms over his face at the metal detecto
Maks gasped in realization. They saw helicopter spun across the sky smoking. He saw her struggling and holding on to the tail. A man with a gun aimed at her. Artemis let go and The helicopter diverted. She tumbled off. Her first thought was, somebody save me. Her breath was becoming shallow but she increased to the size of a tank splashing into the water. Artemis sank beyond the murky black smokey water. She shrank back to size, "I did it." She said but she watched the chopper flying off without anyone to stop them. She slapped the water after her failed attempt again and a boat arrived. She sank deeper and swam away. Maks hardened at the board leaving. He was impressed that she obtained that kind of feat. Darragh got rid of Metallie and he watched the chopper spinning. It exploded and he squinted his eyes. "You ever wonder if Ghost faked his death so he can get insurance money?" Artemis frowned at the fiasco on the sea. She barely had her own against the grown men but she th
He had the impulse to cry but he felt emotionless as possible, like he was numb. The last time he truly poured his heart out over somebody's death was when my Jessica passed. He endured so much pain and anguish that he thought that's what drove him to become numb for a while. As a defense mechanism, he kinda felt like he just shut down in order to save himself from anymore pain like the kind he felt that day. "What's wrong with me?"He growled trying to feel something. ‘You lied to me’"No I didn't."‘It was obvious you did, you wouldn't have had a panic attack if you saw me. You knew the risk and don't try to paint yourself like a saint Maks, because you aren't. You're the worst person in the world. I tried to close out these second thoughts about you but it's a waste. You sold me. How am I supposed to forgive that? Whether it's right or wrong... I'm not sure, I don't want to be around you when such circumstances arise anymore. Just stay away from me.’ She said and Darragh hissed.
Dr Brendan entered and he quirked an eyebrow. "Who are you?""Maks Anderson."He faced Sam. "Stan, will you please leave my office?""I feel better, Mr Brendan, I'll see you later.""Are you friends with Mr Flair?""Um, yeah, we're pals. Kind of." He said and he pursed his lips. They fist bumped and Sam left giving Maks a concerned look."Interesting..." Dr Brendan already began to write down notes. Maks stiffened at what he was up to."You can talk to me anytime you please, today, as I don't have much time. Maks. How was your day?" He asked settling back.He wondered if Sam mentioned him. "Good." He motioned to the chair and sat uneasily.Dr Brendan grabbed a few cards from the table. "I'm going to give your a test. Is that okay with you?""Yeah, whatever.""I'm going to need you to be very honest with me. Is that okay?""Mmm hmm." He turned red at the inkblot tests. "Let me ask you a question? As a child, did you have these little spurts of anger? Like rolling your eyes...breaking
He exhaled. "I completely understand and I will be on my toes, next year. In case you need me." He was simmering with anger. The coach virtually tried to make him look like a fool in front of the others or so he thought. Rex waved at him in their midst. he was out of phase and he faced Hayden turned pale backing away. "Hey, get over here for a second."He met with Hayden to ask forgiveness. "Hey man, I'm sorry about the whole fight.""I'm not gonna be in the games and this is your fault. Try again next time."Rex joined him. "You want to join the team?" "Yeah.""Why?""I like sports and I want to be a part of something productive and...subliminal.""Mmm hmm. I see, that is good, too bad. Coach's gonna give you a hard time, pal. Oh and leave your expectations at home. Saw that video. You were a beast." He made two thumbs up and he raked his hair leaving. Hayden pouted with tears in his eyes gazing at his bandaged hand. Maks walked to a tree and punched it. At least they had try outs
He cupped his chin writing down what the coach needed. Just the prospect of going for the playoffs made his heart race. Ding! He gazed at a picture attachment she sent in endearment and suspicion wondering if she was talking about him to her friends right now. How boring he was. That certainly made him insecure but she always kept him guessing. The fact that she was nice to him with his homework and gave him some personal space to finish up.She was bored of staying indoors anyways. It had only been months since they started dating. He didn't want to look needy. Dr. Brendan just asked him to act confident all the time. Ding!His breathing shallowed at Harley's message. “We need to talk, I haven’t been fully honest with you.”......He wondered for minutes, minutes felt like hours, what on earth she was texting to him. He was waiting for the typing dots to become a message, with how long she was typing, it was sure to be one lengthy message! [ Oh my god. She does this everytime. ] He
He had two days to impress the coach with his skills. Rex had been giving him pointers about gaming strategies and body language to detect where their defence team were going to go next. The offence line and the blockers."That's nice. I can go for the offence lineman.""Sure. If you're tough enough and you can handle the defence team...""You're too small." The coach said to him stoically chewing on hay.He touched his shirt. "You can't be able to handle the defence team without size and brute strength. Can you handle the prospect of a 6'3 foot man weighing 290-300 pounds coming at you. He may as well throw you over himself like a bloody buffalo on coke."Rex snorted. Remembering a buffalo throwing a lion over itself. "I have to get big? I don't think that'll be possible.""That's up to you, Undercut. You have to have the intelligence to help make a pass count. And that's all that matters.""White 80! Hut!" The quarterback roared the numbers before the snap and Maks braced himself.