I don’t respond. When the car starts moving, I begin opening the envelopes burning holes in my bag.
Featherstone Academy
With your skillset we would like to offer you the opportunity to:
Acquire the blueprints for DCM Tech Headquarters
We expect all of them
You have six weeks to complete
Failure to complete is not an option
Good Luck
Fuck. This has Moon and Steele written all over it. This I can deal with. Opening the second a picture of a man also falls out too.
Featherstone Academy
With your skillset we would like to offer you the opportunity to:
Secure Special Agent Dominic Bridge on our payroll
By any means necessary
You have six weeks to complete
Failure to complete is not an option
Good Luck
What the hell? Any means necessary? At least that doesn’t mean death if they want him on the payroll. This sounds like a Hindman skill set. Preparing myself I open the last envelope, the one I know is the wild card.
Featherstone Academy
We would like to give you the opportunity to TRIAL a brand-new segment of The Games amongst your fellow students
You are hereby called to participate in The Pyramid
You will be advised at least two hours ahead of commencement when we see fit
Failure or survival is the game
Good Luck
I re-read it a few times and I can’t seem to figure it out. What the fuck is The Pyramid? I was unsure if I was going to show the others my assignments, but I think I’ll need to with this one. I sink back into my seat massaging my temples, feeling Kai glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
I know I need to give this my all now. There’s no option anymore, to blend in like Rafe asked me to, that much is clear. I need to learn everything I can because I need to if I want to survive.
And I will survive.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
(Luna)
“Hey Luna, is everything okay?” Rafe answers the phone, echoing around the kitchen on speaker phone.
“Well, have you spoken to West at all? They handed out assignments today,” I ask, swirling an empty glass on the kitchen table, it’s oddly relaxing.
There’s a pause before he answers.
“I had a missed call from him earlier, but I haven’t had a chance to respond.” He goes quiet. “How bad is it?”
I recap the whole ‘spice things up’ shit, and the fact that I had to take all three envelopes even after West’s warning text.
“What the fuck is going on? You’re only supposed to be given one for the time being, and another one next month if required, but three? Talk me through them,” he grunts.
So I do, word for word I read each card out in the order of which I read them myself. The first I’m confident with, I’ve stolen documents and intel before, I just need to start doing the prep work for it.
The second card, forcing someone into this world doesn’t sit well with my heart, but I can’t fail if the result at the end is my death. I explain the third card.
“The last Rafe, the wild card, has me for a loop. It’s so vague I’m on edge,” I sigh, resting my head in my hands.
“Tell me.”
“Okay, it reads, we would like to give you the opportunity to trial a new segment of The Games amongst your fellow students. You are hereby called to participate in The Pyramid. You will be given at least two hours’ notice prior to commencement when we see fit. Failure or survival is the game, good luck.”
I wait for him to say something because I don’t know what to even say. He’s quiet for so long, I start to wonder if we’ve lost connection when he suddenly thunders.
“Are you fucking telling me, that they plan to force you to take part in a new segment of The Games? Before the actual games? This is a joke, it fucking must be. I know people have participated in trials before, but out of choice not force. I have no idea what The Pyramid is. Press whatever buttons on your phone to get West on here as well Luna. Right. Now.” He grits out.
Shit.
I fumble with the buttons, and West’s voice breaks through the phone.
“Hey, I tried to call after the assignments, but you mustn’t have gone home,” he says casually.
“This isn’t my fucking home West,” I say, picking at the most ridiculous of things.
Whilst Rafe yells, “Did you know anything about this West? Because if you did and didn’t give me a heads up I’m going to beat the shit out of you, do you hear me?”
Fuck, I thought I’d heard Rafe mad before, but I was definitely wrong, if this is anything to go by.
“Rafe, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” West defends.
“The fucking assignments, did you know what the wild card was?”
“No, I just knew whatever the wild card was, made Dietrichson smile. So I knew it couldn’t be good, how bad is it?”
“Bad enough for Featherstone to be trialing a new fucking segment of The Games on whoever picked the fucking card.” Rafe spits out.
I feel like I should just end the call, let them yell at each other.
“What? They can’t do that. Can they?” West asks.
“You fucking tell me. Luna can you take a photo of each of them and send them to me, use your own laptop so it can’t be traced ok? Then I can forward it on.”
“Yeah sure. What am I supposed to do with all of this Rafe?”
His sigh is heavy down the phone.
“For now, focus on the first two cards while we look into the third, hopefully we’ll have answers before they spring it on you.”
“Okay.” I don’t know what else to say.
“Luna, we’ll figure it out, just make sure you take it easy whilst you’re still recovering alright?” Rafe says, which just has me rolling my eyes.
“Alright, keep me updated on what you find out though, okay? I need to know as soon as you guys do. Remember,
