Day 3

 R.A.I.S

Recon Association for International Security. It was a privately founded company. To this day, not many operatives know who founded it- it was just a big mystery. Something I’m sure Kayvroni knew about. No one knows exactly when this was founded either. I guess you can say when it came to cetain situations, these people in high tech looking black gear, just came about the scene and did their business and disappeared. She quit for a while actually. It took a hard toll on her. She took a leave of absence a few years ago. Yeah right? A few years ago she’d be in junior high. Yeah, she’s a youngin, but I shouldn’t speak either. They pulled her back around senior year. I knew because I was there for the call. I was watching her from a distance, and I saw her face. And for the first time, I saw sadness in her eyes. Tears built up. And she walked away like nothing happened. She’s good at that. Walking away.

     Later that day, I followed her to New York City. I didn’t exactly know where she was going, but I had a feeling she was going to some sort of base or station to get situated. At this point in time, since she flat out told me I was too late to kill her myself, I guess I just followed her for my own well being. I wanted to learn about her. I was curious- anybody would be if you knew who she was. I had no place to go, my mission was terminated in one donut sitting so I said why not. She knew I was following her. I felt the eye in the back of her head staring at me. It was almost like, in a subconscious way I was protecting her- and she was protecting me. When I looked up from counting the cement lines on the sidewalk, I saw her charging at me. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground and I could hear faint noises in the background. She reached behind me and took out my gun and started shooting. I got up. Looked around me and all I saw was people screaming and running. The cops where on the way, as I could hear screaming sirens in the back. I looked up and saw an explosion. Car alarms going off, smoke everywhere, bullets whizzing by. I had no idea what was going on, but I saw her fighting off some man. Of course she took my gun, which I don’t know why, she was never without a gun. Then I looked around and saw her gun on the floor. I ran over to it and realized why she took mine. No more bullets. I got up from looking at the gun and got cracked in the face. Knocked me right out. But before I hit the ground, I saw her running towards me and took the gun point blank right in front of his forehead. I saw the barrel touching the skin. I heard a pop and that was that. I blacked out.

When I came to, I was a bit confused as to where I was. Anybody would be if you just got cracked in the face and knocked out. I saw lights, kinda on the purple side. I looked to the side of me and realized I wasn’t standing. I was floating and I looked up and saw her. She was running and carrying me with her. I saw blood dripping from her face, and that’s when it began. I looked straight ahead and saw people running towards us. One with a stretcher. For me I assuming. “Put her on the stretcher! Put her on the stretcher!” they yelled. I looked up to see if I saw an indication on her face to see who they were talking about putting on the stretcher. “Major you need to get on the stretcher!” I was thinking, who is this guy? “No. you need to put her on the stretcher. She got knocked out, elbow to the face. Two bullet wounds; one to the left shoulder, one grazed her right thigh. Go. Now!” she commanded. I looked up at her and saw her eyes looking at me. I gestured no with a nod and she gave me a look I will never forget. It said- like I care what you’re telling me. She ran over to the stretcher and put me down, and ran down the hall with it with two other people. “Who the fuck is this girl?” one of them said. “Allison Warsfield, that’s all I know.” I remember thinking- of course she would know who I am when all I did was spoke five words to her. They wheeled me in a room and brought in IVs and all that shit. She left the room. They began to work on me and speaking and I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. It not like they were speaking another language, just I couldn’t hear them. All I heard was a ringing in my ears. When I realized what was going on, I wouldn’t have it. Yes, they were trying to help me. But I wasn’t too fond of strangers helping me and hooking me up to things. It was a trust issue- back then. I shot up and started to struggle and all they yelled was “We’re trying to help you! You’re hurt relax!” over and over again. Then she came barging in the room. Darted towards me, took me by the neck and was so close to my face our noses were touching. “Calm the fuck down. We are trying to help you. If you weren’t god dam following me in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened now would it? Now since it did, and it’s an extra pain in MY ass to take care of you, you are going to listen to every fucking thing they say. Got it?!” I saw kill in her eyes, and fear. I remember that look even to this day. I never saw that look again- until later on. So I looked dead in her eyes, and took it as an order for some reason. I unstiffed my body and relaxed. I laid back and let them help me. She took her hand off of my neck and walked over to one of the people. I heard her whisper- be careful with her. I didn’t know if she meant I was a threat and didn’t trust me, which would’ve been the wise thing to think since I’ve been following her. Her face showed softness though. I guess she cared deep inside that exterior.

So they cleaned my wounds and rapped me up in bandages. Laying there I thought to myself how the fuck I got myself into this. I remember sitting up and rubbing my head, feeling the bandages. I looked around the room and almost jumped out of my skin. I saw her sitting there in the corner on the floor looking up at me. She got up and walked over to the bed. “How you feelin?” she asked. I gave her a blank stare debating if I wanted to answer her or not. Somewhat nervous she was actually going to ring my neck again. I normally wouldn’t worry about those things because I would just take them out, but she was different. “You can answer, I’m not going to ring your neck. Promise.” “I’m fine- thanks.” “Yeah, no problem. When your ready, come find me.” I gave her a nod and lay back in pain I didn’t want to admit I was in. I closed my eyes to think and when I opened them, it was four hours past.