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5:00AM- Board a plane
Approx. 7-9:00AM- Land at destination
9:00AM-12:00PM- Hang out
12:00PM-1:00PM- Lunch
2:00PM-3:00PM- Hang out
3:00PM- Check into hotel
3:00PM-6:00PM- Hang out
6:00PM-9:00PM- Have dinner with whoever the hell Nero feels like recruiting
9:00PM-5AM- Sleep.
Repeat process daily
Aeyra was starting to get sick of it. Sure it was fun traveling the states with the quartet, but she felt separate from them despite their efforts to try to include her. She missed the friends she had left behind and wondered how they were doing. She hadn't heard from them in a while.
Right now, she was in California, watching as Nero, Chaos, and Krev attempted to surf on the waves, stifling laughter as they each in turn failed, flopping into the water like dead fish. The recruiting mission as a whole was going well- Nero had managed to recruit at least 100 teenaged agents do far. And that was just the night time.
He kept on disappearing during random intervals during the day, always with a cell phone and his laptop. Everyone noticed but didn't ask, preferring to stay well away as Nero's ice-cold mask set in, replacing his typically carefree demeanor into one that felt unforgiving and calculating. Aeyra guessed it was one of Nero's more private recruiting sessions, but she wasn't sure. She didn't even think Chais knew what the boy was up to.
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"This is Nero speaking." Nero adjusted his Bluetooth, looking side to side as he entered the hotel room alone, dead locking the door behind him. His voice was about as lively as a rock, and his eyes reflected the same dead aura.
"What's the number?" A smooth, male computerized tone asked, resulting into a flurry of fingers across Nero's laptop keyboard.
"157. After tonight, 177. California has plenty of gems." The bright white light lit Nero's face in his self-imposed darkness- windows drawn tightly shut, curtains blocking any trace of sunlight, and the lights were turned off, giving him an ominous aura.
"You remember our deal, right?"
"I go with everyone, recruit as many traitors as I can, and turn them all into you. And for it, my friends will be spared from the execution they'd receive otherwise."
"And you?"
"I return to the Organization, and never see them again. I'll work towards the ultimate goal and eventually become the head." Nero was stiff, fingers tight, teeth clenched.
It had been impossible to hide anything from the boss. He saw, heard, and knew all, he was everywhere, he was watching at that very moment. At the press of a button he could detonate enough weapons to destroy a country, and with a few words would have easily destroyed Nero's small crew.
Nero wasn't even sure what he was anymore. A traitor? A double-crosser? A spy- but which side did it count more for? He was betraying his friends to help them, sacrificing his freedom for his destiny. Did he make the right choice? Did such a thing even exist?
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