9- Turning the other cheek

"Where were you at lunch today?" asked Xenon as he walked me to Physics.

"I had to take care of something, did I miss anything important?"

"Not really, Grayson was looking for you. I think he likes you, but so does every other guy in this school," he said with a light chuckle.

"How funny," I commented. "Where has he been lately?"

"He had to take care of something. But he's back now."

"Does he go away often?"

"Yeah. It's like his part time job."

I nodded, he seemed to have a clean record so far. "What does he do?" I asked.

"He delivers stuff to and from places, sometimes all the way overseas."

"That's nice. Are you and Tyme related?" I asked oddly.

He broke out a hysterical laugh. "We look nothing alike what makes you think that?"

"I don't know, you too seem very close and you live together so..."

"No, we not related. He's like a brother to me though," he told me with a smile. "Anyway, here you are. Physics. I'll see you later."

"Thanks, bye." I mumbled a string of swear words as I went in. So far I had nothing on Tyme and absolutely nothing on the retrieving my target.

I was screwed.

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I had undergone days of meditation and years of patience training, but nothing had prepared me for today. The physics lesson had gone on for an eternity and I felt I could have been doing something besides sitting in the classroom and learning about forces because if I fucked this up, one of those forces would destroy us all.

"Blayze," someone called out. I groaned with frustration at the sound of Trent's voice.

"What do you want?" I asked as he came to my side.

"Wow such enthusiasm considering the fact that I got some useful information," he said. I didn't have to reply. "So get this, Valak sent in prints and file checks, there is nothing on Grayson."

"What?" I asked with a frown.

"It's like the guy doesn't even exist. Now I went on and did some digging. His back pack had winter clothes inside, large jackets, woolen hats etcetera."

"So?"

"So, the last time the bomb disappeared was in the Northern parts of Russia. It's cold up there."

"Are you implying that Grayson is the guy that stole from the Russian facility?"

"Yes." He answered bluntly.

"Based on the fact that he carried Winter clothes in his back pack?" I asked stupidly.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm just spit balling here,"

"Trent. We will deal with that later on, right now I need to find that Hydrogen casket and return it to the Agency."

"What? Valak didn't..."

"There is no time to find out who has it and bring them in. What if it's a bomb? It could take out everything from here to Toronto."

"What about Tyme and all his friends?"

"You were close to finding out what's going tomorrow once, you can do it again."

"But I'm not as close to those guys as you are."

"Trent..."

"Blayze, I will find this so called bomb and call you to disarm it when I do. You go deal with Tyme. And Grayson. Okay?"

I nodded. Focus on the mission. Search and destroy. Terminate the target. How hard could it be? "Okay, find the casket and I'll get answers out of Tyme."

He smiled and I shook my head. "Don't get used to this." I stated with a monotone voice before walking away.

"Do not hurt him!" Trent yelled after me.

My ass was on the line, if need be, of course I was going to hurt him.

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I spotted Tyme across the yard in the gardens at the back of the school. Unfortuanately, getting him alone was going to be much harder than I'd presumed due to the fact that he was with Grayson. I studied them for a while, deciding how best to approach them. Before I could decide Grayson spotted me.

"Hey, I didn't catch you at lunch today," Tyme said as they drew near. "Grayson kept asking about you."

Grayson's eyes went wide as he gave Tyme a side glance.

"Great." I murmured, my brain still churning up the best way to get Tyme alone. "Tyme could you come with me to the man-cave think I forgot my purse in there." There was a high chance the place was empty at this time since most of the boys were finishing up their lessons.

"Why can't you go alone?" Grayson asked.

"My card isn't working." I replied fluently.

"Oh, well I need to get to Math soon, but Grayson can take you," he suggested. "Is that alright?"

I let a moment of silence linger before answering. "I'm not big on trusting people I just met."

"Don't worry, he won't bite." Tyme chuckled before smacking Grayson on the back and waving goodbye.

Grayson and I raised our brows awkwardly and he quietly led the way to the library.

"The weather is quite fine today," he began, after a silence that was way too overdue. I rolled my eyes at his basic choice of conversation.

"Yes it is. We wouldn't want to ruin your little trip tomorrow." I answered diverting the conversation.

He chuckled. "You are so persistent aren't you?"

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"You clearly want to know what tomorrow is all about."

"Only because Tyme told me you'd leave me here to die," I replied. We eventually got to the gate and I used my card.

"I thought your card wasn't working," he noticed.

"Well, you thought wrong."

At this point I was thoroughly annoyed. Nothing was going my way and every tactic I used seemed to have a terrible outcome which left me even more confused than I was before. I was off my game, perhaps because I hadn't trained in so long. I craved the satisfaction that came with beating people to a pulp, yet I had to pretend to be normal, which was extremely agitating. I hated conforming to rules and being forced to pretend to be what I wasn't. I despised the fact that I couldn't use my natural methods to get the job done and I was close to failing a mission.

When we got to the man-cave, I pretended to take a look around the room and search behind the couch for a backpack I knew I'd left in Physics. After about a minute thirty seconds I stood up from my kneeling position and took a look a look around again. "I guess I must have left it somewhere else." I sighed and turned around.

As I did my head collided with his.

"Fuck," he moaned as we both jerked back, clutching our foreheads.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

"I was trying to help you look..."

"Bullshit." I spat as I stood up. "Listen, I don't know what your end game is, but don't ever try that with me again unless you want to end up in a mortuary." I stomped out of the room and slammed the door shut.

It was almost time to go home and I was still no where near finding out anything about tomorrow, or whether or not it had anything to do with the Hydrogen. At this point I was convinced Valak had given me the wrong location, there was no other explanation as to why this mission was taking so long to complete and I still had so many loose ends.

Nothing that had happened so far added up and I began insinuating that perhaps I was trying to fit in all the wrong pieces of the puzzle. Tyme was mentally disturbed, Xenon had a laboratory back home and some bad boy wanna be with sneaky agenda's had wormed his way into my mission; yet none of it gave a trace of either of them possessing a Hydrogen casket the size of the Great Barrier Reef.

At the beginning, I underestimated the lengths I'd have to go to on this mission, now I wasn't even sure I could afford to go an inch further. Associating with humans altered the way I usually dealt with them. I now had to show emotion and instead of killing, I had to scold them and hope they didn't repeat their mistakes. I had to deal with teenage problems such as homework and feelings and boys. It hadn't been a full week and already I realised why eighty percent of the people committing suicide were scholars.

"Blayze!" I almost clawed my hair out at the sound of Trent's voice.

"What! What do you fucking want!" I yelled.

"Relax ancient," He mumbled eyeing the students that passed by. "You're making a scene,"

"Maybe if you stopped pestering me, I wouldn't," I bit out.

"Guess what?" he asked excitedly. "Marcus said we could come tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Where did he say we were going?"

"I don't know," he shrugged.