Chapter 212: Making Our Way

Now was the time that we were going to storm that base of Dr. Mord's. The commotion was sending through my nerves already. My arms were wiggling from the anticipation that was rolling through my hairs.

We were in that same room before where Captain Briggs was telling us the plan, using excessive writing and very interesting drawings.

I looked by the side, and it seemed as if Malachi was waiting for this moment all his entire life. He was walking as if he just got married, with his presence spilling his joy and his charm all around everywhere. He took a seat beside me, almost creeping me out of how bright he was this day. I felt excited—but also very dreadful. Like, come on, you can still die from this mission.

Now, I know you're probably saying something like, "But haven't you been an agent for months now—you should expect this. But you gotta understand, every time you do a mission, you can die. That's the scary part. You can die. You die—you're dead.