The Spaces Between Coordinates

Chapter Three

Meanwhile...

At Anastasia's destination, the division captains puzzled over the information they received from their commander in their gym room. It was a standard central intelligence gym room. Massive headlights dangled from the tall ceiling creating the feel of a gargantuan hamster cage. Mirrors covered the walls and all sorts of equipment arranged in their respective places.

Dominic was on his eighth rep of pull ups. Sweat dripped on the floor as he felt the muscles in his arms burn steadily and the air was punctuated with an occasional exhale. Brent, who was leaning against a table, read aloud the briefing sent from their commander in his cool demeanour.

07:15 am 21/06/2156           Cm Sgt Kent.

RE: Briefing for Enrolment of Subject 12.

On 19/06/2156, a letter of concerning the confirmation of registration of Subject 12 to the Ranger's School for the Gifted was received. Subject 12 must henceforth be handled accordingly by division captains and weekly reports are expected to made directly by 0500 hrs.

"This is fairly suspicious", mused Brent. Dominic immediately quipped back. "You mean the fact that the Commander has made us into desk lackeys with registration or that the reports have to be handed in at ungodly hours?" Brent rolled his eyes as Gideon elaborated his agreement. "Well I mean we are teachers here but I figured registration and all the reports for new students would be handled by the principal."

"Dom use your head. We already make evaluation reports for the students with potential bi-weekly. Why would we need to make weekly reports for Subject 12?", retorted Brent. The reports he referred to contained information like the student's details, skills and noticeable qualities. Gideon glanced at the briefing, muttering as he read through it.

Dominic let go of the handle bars he was pulling up from, and walked towards a well-used punching bag. The chains holding the bag rattled, echoing in the gym as he began to throw hard punches. "How would I know?! What I want to know is how the tracking team failed to trace a letter from a town over. Not to mention, an older letter dated a few years ago was sent from the same person and the Commander is only now allowing them to be registered now." He gave the bag a few good kicks as he continued speaking. "And another thing! This whole thing is being kept on the downlow even though Subject 12 will have to attend regular classes like everyone else."

The explanation they received was that a letter of enrolment made a little over eight years ago came through the school last week. It only had details requesting for enrolment and a cheque indicating the balance to be paid for three whole years of schooling. Brent's eyes widened by a fraction at the piece of information. 'That is very unusual.', he mused.

He raised a surprised eyebrow at the information. To him, Dominic never seemed to use his head at times. He was well aware of the man's capabilities. And Dominic was smart but at times he said things without any thought process whatsoever. Perhaps there was hope for humanity. Or at least enough for the students to survive here.

Gideon took control of the conversation when he saw how deeply they were thinking. "Well there's a few things we need to assess." Dominic relinquished the punching bag and grabbed a bottle of water to chug down. Brent pushed up his glasses and waved his hand for Gideon to proceed.

"Firstly, we need to find out who and where the letter came from. If the tracking division failed to trace a letter, its plausible that Subject 12 as well as the person who sent this letter poses a serious threat to the RSG. " He ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Given the nature of assignment, it seems Subject 12 is indispensable and for whatever reason, the Commander is confident they will cooperate."

Panting slightly, Dominic interjected. "If what you say is true, then shouldn't the top brass be alerted about this?" Brent then answered. "That's the issue. The Commander is trying to keep this classified. Which can only meant two things. Either this candidate is a threat to the RSG or to himself."

"And if they are a threat to the organisation, we'd have to take extreme measures anyway.  Any person that is potentially forcing the Commander to make the decision of enrolling them here is not someone we can allow to be discovered.", finished Gideon.

Dominic ran a hand through his curly hair. "Not to burst your bubble but what if this person isn't a threat? It still leaves the question of why the Commander is allowing this." "We can only make a contingency plan for a threat. No matter the reason, it doesn't sit well that the Commander is trying to keep this under wraps", replied Brent.

Dominic sighed heavily. 'This is turning to be more of a serious problem.', he thought. After a while he spoke. "If they're enrolled here and picked as a recruit, there will be serious repercussions if the top brass get wind of this."  The room was silent as they all pondered the statement.

It could very mean being demoted for their Commander and that was the nicest part of it. They had been with this association their whole lives. The information they knew. The missions they did. They could potentially get killed for this just to make sure there wouldn't be problems in the future.

"Regardless of the outcome, no one else must know about this. The Commander has deemed this to be within our capacity so we cannot fail.", Brent finally answered.

With those last words they all stared at each other and nodded as they came to a silent agreement. It didn't matter that if they were caught or somehow alerted the top brass. Their Commander was a man they all respected and if not for him, they would not be where they were today. The time was now 07:50 am. They went off to their departments to change into their work clothes and prepare for their classes, each with burning determination their minds.

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