692- Chapter 3

He pushed the massive door open with both hands easily, making a loud creak echo down the hall and walked in, leaving the door open. My jaw still open I closed it and debated on whether to stay or leave. The only info I pieced together on the argument was something about the Claux galaxy having a war with us soon. Is that good or bad? Out of nowhere 32 sprinted out the door and bursted out the hallway, as if this place was going to blow up any second. Leaving me dumbfounded I stare at the vacant open doors where 32 just randomly ran out of. And that’s when I made my decision to go through those doors.1

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It was a pretty swift movement; stepping out from behind of the pole and quickly slipping through the over sized mysterious doors. I wanted to make my investigation quick, not knowing when 32 was going to randomly come back in. I didn’t even know what I was investigating exactly; I just came in out of impulse. When I stepped in, I was in a room, obviously. 3

It seemed more of like an office, with a nice wide spotless desk near the back of the room, and a fireplace crackling with life. Numerous over sized shelves with mass amount of books, etc. I felt my heart sink in disappointment as I scanned the homey room. Where are all the spy gadgets? The top-secret files? Finally I thought my all-ready-boring life was hinting on with some suspense and action, and I stumble across a measly office in a mystifying hall? Degrading.4

I sigh as I walk into the room. This must be 32’s office, its located in such a weird place. Might as well just explore it since I’m already here. I walk towards the desk just to get a better glimpse of what’s on it. My eyes scan the spotless marble desk, while the fireplace gleams off of it. I come across some bold words carved into the corner of the desk; I lean in as I read it. Michael Thompson ‘32’. Michael Thompson? Hmmm more words I don’t know to add to the list.5

I move on towards the bookshelves, some books so thick with dust you cant even read the title. Dismayed I move onto a more cleaner shelf. As I examined threw the countless books, I stumbled across an unusual looking mask, taking the figure of a wolf. With out much thought I picked it up off from the shelf and looked at it closer, it was delicater then I thought. Whoever owns this must have not worn it for probably a few years, by examining the thin layer of dust on it.6

I blew off the gray dust and placed the mask on my face, and tied the string around my head. Then just for fun I pretended to howl, and made little wolf noises. After making a fool of myself I went back to looking at the books. All of them just looked complicated and foreign to me. Starting to lose interest I then saw a little book inside a trash from the corner of my eye. Surprised I bent down and picked it up. The bold letters across the hard cover read ‘Dictionary’.7

Stupefied with more weird words, I flip through the thick pages. Little words were printed on each page, so small you have to actually squint your eyes to read them. As I closely examined the ‘Dictionary’ I heard faint footsteps coming from the door. Crap 32’s coming. I silently slipped the small book into my back pocket and quickly crouched behind a long leather couch. The footsteps started to grow louder echoing through the vacant hall. I hastily scanned the office at an angle behind the couch, trying to think of the best escape plan.8

This place didn’t have any windows or doors, besides the one 32’s coming from. Ugh. I firmly placed my palm onto the floor; by feeling the vibrations through it I felt that 32 was already nearing his desk. And the couch I’m behind happens to be right next it. Crud, if 32 finds out I was snooping around his office, I’ll be punished for life. My mind spinning with various ways to escape, I felt my heart pound. My chances of escaping without 32 noticing were extremely slim.9

Thinking of a decent plan crouched down; I felt my legs start to cramp up. Ignoring it, the pain started to grow even further down my legs. By judging by the way I’m crouched down I can tell that I’m cutting off some sort of circulation somewhere in my leg. Trying to shift my weight as quietly as I can, I unexpectedly lose my balance and land in a soft thud. 32 suddenly rose from his chair.10

“Who’s there?” His voice sounded startled and scared at the same time. Fck. I felt his palm make contact with the floor, trying to sense any vibrations. If I even breath he’ll feel it. I held my breath.11

“It’s useless to hide. Come out now, on my command.” Dang he saw right past me, even though I held my breath. I felt him walk towards the couch, and that was my cue. As soon as I felt 32’s body touch the couch, I pushed it full force with both hands, making the couch roll in the process completely running over him. He yelped in pain.12

“Ugh, what the!?” He groaned rubbing his head eyes shut. I quickly rose and sprinted towards the door.13

“Crap 9 was right. You’re a spy from the Claux Galaxy aren’t you!?” He says angrily getting up within a half a second. Huh? Me a spy? I don’t look like one at all, just a normal WSPA student! My fingers brushed across my face. Oh right, I’m wearing a mask. A smirk crawled on my face. So he doesn’t know that I’m 692, but a spy? As I was about to sprint past the doors 32 beat me at the game, cutting off my path completely.14

“I’m a corporeal training/skill teacher here at World Supremacy Preparation Academy, I can kill you right here at this spot, in less then a second. So I suggest that you just forfeit, and save your breath. Nice thinking, dressing up in our student uniform here but unfortunately I’m not that gullible. I know you can understand me, now forfeit!” He spits in my face. Wow, he speaks so highly of himself even to strangers. Doesn’t even realize that I’m his student? A smile played on my lips. I bowed in defeat, showing him that I forfeit. A smirk curls on his lips.15

“Wise decision. Now lets take you to the HQ [Head Quarters]. And by the way I have the same mask as you.” He says reaching for my hands. I out smart him by quickly dabbing my two knuckles into his central main nerve system in both his inner elbow, making his arms limp and paralyzed. I did the same with his legs, making him collapse on the floor unable to move.16

“Damnn it!” he says completely paralyzed on the cold floor, knowing he shouldn’t have let his guard down. Who knew the things you learn in physiology actually helps you out in life? I gave him a small bow just to humiliate him, and sprinted away. Suddenly sirens boomed through out the whole Academy.17