The Spaces Between Coordinates

Chapter Nine (part one)

Patrick watched helplessly as the container flew towards someone coming up the hall. His eyes shut involuntarily as he waited for a sound of agony from the victim. Silence. He looked up in confusion and as he stood, he could only watch as the girl in front of him stood silently holding the container as though she just happened to pick it up. 'What the—', he thought.

'Oh my god no no no!', Tamanda thought frantically. "I'm so sor—", she said as she rushed forward full of apologies but the words died in her throat. Ethereal. That was the only word that Tamanda felt was appropriate to describe the entity in her sight.

Blood was thudding in her ears. Her mouth fell slightly open. It was all she could do to try and breathe. It was strange to see someone with green skin but it was her eyes that left her speechless. They were alternating between a pink and purple reminding her of candy floss and amethysts.

Likewise, Anastasia found herself confused by Tamanda. Right then and there, beautiful was the only word she found appropriate to describe the girl in front of her. All the hairs on her arms stood to attention. For the second time today she experienced something she couldn't explain. "U-uhm is this yours?", she said as she held out the container in her hand. 'What the heck? I've never stuttered in front of someone before.', she thought.

Patrick walked up to Tamanda and dropped his hand heavily on her shoulder. She jolted and cleared her throat immediately. "Y-yes that's mine. Uhm uh is your hand okay?", she asked nervously. 'What?!', thought Patrick as he turned to his sister. He had never seen her calm down so quickly after pissing her off.

Of course seeing the green girl in front of them was bound to make anyone speechless but this was his sister. Virtually nothing made her calm down unless she had some time to herself. Tamanda then stretched her hand out and Anastasia lowered her hand to drop the container. Her fingertips barely touched the other girl's palm but the static electricity travelled across. The slight pop sound was somehow loud in the hallway.

Anastasia pulled her hand back. "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to throw that at you or zap you. It was an accident and—", rambled Tamanda. The siren wailed cutting her off. Anastasia spoke briefly. "No I saw everything so it's okay." Looking around almost in slight panic, she finally saw a sign that indicated that the principal's office was on the top floor. Then she walked off to the eastern staircase and began her ascent.

Tamanda kept looking back as Patrick grabbed her hand and dragged her away. Anastasia stopped to watch them walk away as her eyes went back to their normal purple colour. 'What just happened? Wait...it doesn't matter. I need to be more careful from now on.'

*

An air conditioner was humming in an office, keeping the room fairly cool. The security cameras blinked with their all seeing lenses. There was a thick glass wall that gave a panoramic view of the division hostels. A curvy red-haired woman dressed in a black suit stood at the glass. Her jacket revealed a white blouse and black pencil skirt that was paired with dark blue suede four-inch heels.

The office she was in comprised of three concrete walls with the glass wall facing the door. The walls were white and each wall had bookshelves filled with books and files. Small black sofas had tall lamps that stood parallel to the left and right parts of the room. The floor was covered by a dark grey carpet and tall potted plants stood in the four corners of the office.

The big desk that faced the door was crafted with a rich dark wood polished to perfection and had respective black leather chairs facing it. Several files and reports were stacked on the desk. Imbedded in the desk was a 20-inch touchscreen displaying various emails that were yet to be opened and a cup of steaming milk beside it that was untouched.

The woman in question was nothing short of a stunner. Her bushy red mane was slicked back and held by a silk ribbon while the rest of it exploded in a curly fuzz on her shoulders. Her skin had a slight tan to it and her face was clear of any blemish. Round cheeks, pouty lips and chic glasses containing eyes as dark as treacle syrup completed the ensemble.

A knock was heard from the door as the principal Claire Ryder sat down by her desk. "Come in.", she said firmly. Her eyes widened slightly as Anastasia walked in and closed the door. Rummaging in her bag, Anastasia removed the registration letter and placed it on the desk.

"You may take a seat.", Claire said as she read through the letter. While the students and staff were mainly unaware of the true purpose of the school, Claire was one of the select few who were in the know. As such, she had to handle registration of both regular students and potential agents.

Today was a regular day like any other but what struck Claire as odd was how old the registration letter was. It was dated from a time she wasn't even employed at the school let alone knowing its existence. Immediately she stood up, took her perch at the glass and rung up the Commander. It was very strange. Not any stranger than seeing a green person enrolling at a school of course. "Sir we have a letter dated five years ago for registration, shall I proceed with the standard directive?", she asked.

At this point Anastasia slowly tried to piece things together as she waited. 'Who could she be addressing as sir? And just what directive is there for registration? It should be straight forward.' Her lips pursed slightly as she thought harder. 'My mother left instructions for me to come here but that doesn't automatically mean they've been expecting me. I was twelve years old according to the date of the letter. There's something I'm missing here...'

Nothing profound she could think of stood out. The year 2151. Five years after she joined the Grey Leagues. She was already carrying out several solo missions at that time ahead of some of her peers. It was close to her mother's promotion of a new rank. But she didn't get the promotion because that was the year when her mother had failed for the first time to take out a target.

Anastasia's irises began to change to a cerulean blue as she thought harder. What Anastasia was unaware of was that her mother left instructions to one of her friends outside the Grey Leagues in case of her death. Her mother knew that at her death, her daughter would remain and die at the corporation if she didn't do something.

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