"Are you building a new team?" Dobronski asked his boss. The woman smiled.
"Perhaps. Tell me when he gets into the building." She monitored her newest agent's wary saunter down the hall to her office. She sighed at his careless dress and shook her head. He stood by the table, unwilling to sit down before her. She perched at the edge of the table and crossed her legs, giving him a very nice view of her garter belt beneath the short leather skirt she wore. He didn't react visibly. She was pleased. She loved a good challenge. "You've finished your preliminary training," she stated.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Any difficulties?"
"No, ma'am."
"You will be working with the cleaners for further training."
"The Cleaners?"
"Murphy and Camier take care of … messes."
"Assasins."
"Very good, Victor." She patted his head and he rolled his eyes. The door opened to allow the two gentlemen to enter. "Murphy, Camier, this is Victor." They shook hands. The bald one then the black haired one.
"A pleasure to meet you," they said in unison.
"You will be training him along the guidelines I provided yesterday."
"Of course. Come with us," the black haired one, Camier, said.
"Ma'am," Victor said politely before being ushered out the door. The two men bickered about where to begin, reminding Vic of the two gophers from the Looney Tunes cartoon, only with guns. When the dizziness struck, he had only enough time to think, "I've been drugged," before he slumped into their waiting grasp.
****
Three weeks later, the Director was staring into cold green eyes. She met the iced rage calmly. "You know what you are."
"Yes."
"We've named him Alex," Camier stated with a hand on the younger man's shoulder like a proud father.
"Any problems?"
"He was splintered already."
"I had wondered. How many?"
"Three we can identify. Victor and two unnamed…"
"Corey," Victor interrupted, his humor returning to the cold green eyes.
"One is named Corey?"
"And the other?"
"No name. Answers to everything."
"You were aware of them then." Victor shifted uncomfortably, then nodded. "You need to tell me these things, Victor," the Director purred. Victor shrugged.
"You never asked." She tapped his nose sharply. He smiled at her.
"Can you control the others?"
TBC