Fan Fiction / Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Can't make me cry. ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

"I have a report ready for you."
A large vanilla file slid across the table, which was picked up before it came to an stop. The man slid a thumb over the papers and placed them back down, standing up he looked at the others.
"Gryphon and I have assigned this useless soldier to keep an eye on them, well on this one kid actually do to the fact there's no proof that the others around him are truly 'created', but that's why he's there."
The man looked through report again, he noted the photos and the addresses then smiled.
0110101101010
Prototype.
0011010110101
Alice sighed as the sheet slid before her, she didn't understand why her parents send her to this summer school. Whether it was out of love or the need (greed) of success it still never made sense, placing your kid though school through summer vacation is just wrong! But there was nothing she could do, it was her father and mother pulling the strings.
Wait 'til they're old and gray she thought as her hands marked over the answers, she only had some trouble with the questions in the middle of the test. From there on she moved onto science, computer lab, gym and then language. Afterwards she started her trek home.
Alice was originally from this small town in California, born to a rich family, and a strict one too, she never really had many friends except for the ones that her father only would allow. Thankfully they allow her to see Khan Jr., or Khannie as everyone calls her, a blessing in a curse she would view her situation.
My situation she thought, only I this could happen to me.
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"Damn."
The voice echoed around the room as the man, Gryphon, slammed down the phone on his desk. The look on his face wasn't a pleasant one, in fact he could down right kill someone right there on the spot.
"Damn that madman!" He looked down at his palmpilot, the one that contain numbers of people that he "knows" within this organization he often used when someone stepped out of their bounds, and he knew that in moments his fingers would dance around the keypad and arranging a special task for his special teams. The problem is, how would he go about this? Pressing a button on speed dial he heard a familiar voice come over the speaker phone.
"Hello?"
"We need to talk, in person."
"Okay, name the time" it sound as if the man on the other side of the phone was juggling with something, there was a little cursing but Gryphon payed no heed to it.
"ASAP"
"Right."
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Gryphon walked through the metal door of the room where the meeting of the minds were conducted, there sat the man he talked to on the phone. There were no formalities or protocol, just talk.
"That boy should be here" Gryphon cut to the chase, "but instead the superior decided to leave him alone and observe him, to see if he would lead to others like him."
"That sounds stupid I tell you what, what's the plan?"
Gryphon smiled as he slid a small pile of paper across the table, he spoke with a chuckle in his tone. "I plan on calling them, to rattle the cage of this kid. Striking at his sense of self, if he has any. This would bring him back to us."
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He sat on the edge of the roof, beneath him he could see his parents waiting for him. With a sigh he wonder where would he be without them.
"Help me."
He slipped off the roof and landed on the ground, drawing the attention to him.
"Please, help me."
"You're home!" His mother said as she darted across the lawn and embraced him in a lung crushing hug, "your father and I were getting so worried about you."
"Avenge me."
"It's nothing, just staking out a new recruit" he said, "how's everything around here?"
"Everything is fine" his father said, there was something in his tone that he, "die free" boy, sensed was wrong. It must have been the intense worry, but by now he is kind of use to it.
Key word "kind of".
The boy changed from his soldier form and into his human form, his parents lead him inside and he just gave a jist of what happen on his mission.