26 noticed a girl about her own age dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt. She walked with good posture. 26 wasn’t sure if she was the girl she was looking for but decided it was just as likely to be her as anyone else on the flight.
Pushing trough the crowd, 26 moved towards the girl. she was only a few feet away from her when suddenly a large man jumped in front of her.
“Cassie how are you?”
An excited shrill came from the girl as she jumped up and hugged him.
Defiantly not 73…
26 moved back to her seat, facing the terminal exit. She was sure 73 would come out soon. She watched anxiously every time the door opened, but soon her thoughts drifted away.
Why do I have to look after her? 26 thought bitterly, They don’t even let me keep a dog…why the problem child then….
The doors opened again and this time only one passenger came trough.
Oh please don’t let it be her! 26 begged silently, but every one of her instincts told her that she was the agent she was waiting for. Every aspect of the girl’s manner made her an UNSI agent, the way she walked, the way she looked around at the people waiting and studying them.
But there was an antisocial and rebellious air about her. She was wearing a skirt with boots and she had her hair in braids! But the biggest shock of all was that she had blue hair! The girl’s eyes slowly skimmed around until they landed on 26. A knowing expression covered her face and she began walking towards her.
She probably gave the rest of the first class passengers a fright dressed like that, 26 thought almost amused. She pulled her wallet out with her badge ready to show 73.
The girl stood in front of 26 tight lipped and refused to say a word.
Reluctantly 26 pushed her wallet in front of the girl’s face.
“73.” The girl introduced her self.
The girl had a strange accent, as though she was speaking not one but many languages at the same time. Erin took the girl’s hand and introduced herself, “26.”
73 searched her bag a seconds later put a cigarette to her lips. She was about to light it when she realized that it wasn’t there any more.
26 stood next to her a disgusted expression covering her face. She held the cigarette between two fingers as though she didn’t want to be touching it. The girl looked at her with a surprised expression and was about to open her mouth but 26 beat her to it. “Rule one” She said bitterly, throwing the cigarette into a near by bin, "No smoking”
“I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” 73 hissed trough gritted teeth.
“From my point of view you need two babysitters! Just look at you pouting like a child.” 26 scolded. The glass doors moved a part as 26 and 73 approached them. There was a limousine waiting for them and 26 didn’t have to tell 73 to get in. With out hesitation she had opened the door and had dumped her bags in before going in herself. 26 followed suit.
“So… What are we doing today?” 73 asked as the car began moving. She avoided the window, the unfamiliar landscape irritating her.
“We’re not going anywhere today, it’s 7.30, but we’re going shopping tomorrow.” 26 said sounding slightly distressed.
“ What for” 37 asked crossing her legs and staring into space.
“You start school on Monday you need a uniform.” 26 informed her. Bloody Yanks! What is their problem with uniforms?
73 didn’t reply, she uttered a few words and sat there sulking, like a child. As they drove in silence 26 couldn’t help but be astonished by the girl’s accent. It was very strange and she didn’t remember any one else with the same accent. She also seemed to have a pretty messed up mind. It wasn’t very obvious but 26 could tell that she was very pre-occupied, as though she was watching something over and over again…
26 enjoyed playing with people’s minds. She was very good at it. She had made grown men weep in agony begging her to stop. She reached over and picked up a CD from the bottom of the pile. She looked at the cover; Backstreet boys, then looked at 73.
Complete opposites, she thought smiling at herself. With out much more hesitation she pushed the CD into the car’s stereo and pressed play. She didn’t remember having edited the CD but for some reason the firs song playing was Hey Mr DJ.
“TURN THAT OFF”
26 looked around the car with shock. She couldn’t believe that those words had come form the innocent looking girl in front of her. She didn’t think that any human could express so much hate in just three words.
Seeing that 26 wasn’t moving 73 reached over and took the CD out of the stereo herself. She sat back down and threw the CD out of the window, supplying no explanation for her actions.
