The Agent's Priority

C5

"So... how was the life of a special agent at such a young age?"

"Go ahead, ask away its not like we're on public or someone might hear us and find out my identity or something" I grumbled and ignored Timothy's quiet 'sorry' as my eyes roam around the busy crowd hustling around to get to their respective classes on time "also I'm older than you"

"How old are you?"

"22" I stated blankly clearly uninterested

"Well I'm 19"

I gave him a weird glance "Exactly, older than you"I stated a matter of factly trying to dismiss the conversation

"Well... what is it like?"

"Hard but managable, I like it actually..." I trailed off as I kept on walking whilst he kept on trailing

What am I saying to this boy?

I was now incharge of guarding him since I have free time as a reward from the fencing class and Lance has overslept on their dorm complaining about his headache

"Like it? As in... the killing, arresting, shoo—"

"Not like that idiot." I snort and glanced behind me and into his interest filled chocolate brown eyes "I enjoyed the thrill, the adrenaline, the travelling, seeking justice and pretty much you said was quite right too"

"Wow... didn't know you're tha—"

"I'm not." I dismissed loudly and we entered the indoor basketball gym "I don't have a choice, its my job anyways. I'm just doing my job and enjoyed it for my sake"

He shook his head from the corner of my eye and walk past me "whatever you say... special agent" he whispered

I stare at the back of his head blankly and followed him towards his group as I sat on the bleachers casually with SSA Forlon leaning on the wall by my side observing the sorroundings from how the court was divided into 2 half of it was mainly for basketball and the other half was for volleyball, perhaps tennis, and badminton too

I watch as Timothy and his group was now warming up, some running laps, some doing squats, some doing push-ups, and some checking out the girls volleyball club doing their own warm ups

I rolled my eyes when his friends from the cafeteria yesterday was there too, trying to be subtle in glancing at my seated form by the benches

'You didn't tell us that your cousin was hot'

I read the unfamiliar red haired guy said to Timothy, I didn't know what he said back but from the red haired's reaction its something that got him amaze and surprised

That better be good Anderson

I could read peoples lips, aside from it being part of our training it kind of became a habit since I have hearing issues and anger issues that I tune out my hearing aids to not be able to hear their annoying voices

Buzz Buzz

I tap at the new message from Lance

Lalaloopsy

:How're you coping there Maksimov? Cause its damn relaxing in here ya know?