CHAPTER THREE

I didn't try to escape like everyone in the camp thought I would. Of course, it was in my plan but where would a kid like me escape to at the moment without getting caught? I wasn't the only kid at the camp but I was the youngest. Day in day out, more kids were brought to this camp. I never bothered to ask how they got these kids since it wasn't my place to ask. We were fed three times a day and we trained. Funny how I can say we were trained since kids aren't meant to be trained as assasins. We were usually exhausted by the end of the day.

Some children got sick, some died but in the end, it wasn't a problem for those who kept bringing children in.

I maintain decorum until I was fifteen. Hmm... how time flies by is totally beyond me. I was a well trained assassin now and was ready for missions. But for now, I was only to tag along in whatever missions some adults were given.

My first day out of the camp was with Fred and George. My face was covered up so I still wouldn't find my way in case I was to escape. Fred was the one driving the SUV that day. They kept talking in a language I know nothing about. And they ignored me all through. I don't blame them because unlike the others, I was trained separately and I could use my eyes quite well now.

Except for my trainers, no one in camp spoke to me willingly. No one was even allowed to. They were warn off by the leaders in camp.

Once we arrived in town, my face was uncovered and I was given a phone to call for emergency purpose. I listened to some of the words Fred and George exchange as I was so curious as to what they discussed for thirty minutes straight up. They didn't allow me to follow them to the place the mission was to hold.

They took me into a coffee shop and ordered me coffee and left. I wanted to ask them but the look George gave me showed I was better off not knowing. I hadn't been seating for long when a familiar face walked in. A face I never thought I would see again... Duncan.

Now, I wasn't wearing shades although I tried using contacts but they kept melting so I had to stop. Hence, everyone avoided eye contact with me there. But when Duncan saw me, he was marveled. He ran across the room to where I was seated and hugged me. I could feel the tears wanting to rush down my eyes but I blinked it away.

He held me for more than five minutes before we spoke to each other. Duncan was now a linguistic and we discussed a lot of things. I told him what happened after I was taken and he told me that after I left, all the children were taken away from Aunt Margaret foster care and then she was accused of some crimes before she was imprisoned.

I couldn't find the right word to reply but before I could ask him how he was here then, he told me he ran away from the care the night I left. He wanted to search for me and he just did what his instinct told him to do.

I saw George and Fred coming back so I quickly told Duncan who left the table to another. The two came in and sat at the table waiting for God knows what. They made a call right there still in a language I do not know but soon enough they got up and I did the same. We were heading back to the camp I guessed. I passed by Duncan who slipped something into my pocket and then I remember he slipped something into my pocket ten years back which I never checked. It must be in my safe at the camp.

George warned me not to tell anyone I didn't go to the mission with them. I wondered why since I wasn't at fault here but he seemed clearly insistent so I kept quiet.

That night, a commander called me in. I went in and the first thing I received was a slap. I staggered a bit but hearing what the commander was yelling. Apparently, he said I messed the mission because of my mistake. And I wondered what mistake I made in a mission I wasn't allowed in. In a corner stood Fred and George giving me a hard glare.

I wanted to speak up but I knew better than to do that. I wasn't allowed dinner that night as punishment and I returned to my room. I locked the door before bringing out the paper Duncan slipped in my pocket and the content brought great anger to my mind.