“Know what?” He asked. “Jurgen said you had been sent out on the field with another operative in order to gain a wider field of training.” Walter had thought that explanation had sounded strange for Michael’s sudden disappearance. They had never done that before with a new recruit. Then again, everything about Michael’s time in Section had been a little weird.

Michael shut his eyes tightly as tears burned behind his eyelids. He bit his lip and tasted blood. He refused to give into weakness again. “Get out.” He repeated.

“Damn it, Michael. I’m not leaving until you to tell me what the hell is going on.” Walter said. If Michael hadn’t already looked so horrible, Walter would have grabbed him and shook him until he talked. Michael couldn’t stand to hear the concern in Walter’s voice. He forced his eyes even tighter together fighting to keep his emotions in check. He desperately wanted to believe Walter. A small part of him cried out to tell him, to trust him. He turned away from Walter once again. “Get out.” His eyes met Walter’s. “Please.” He added. Walter could see the struggle inside Michael and didn’t want to hurt him any further.

Walter opened his mouth to speak and then snapped it shut. “Fine.” He said heading for the door. “I’m going to find out what’s going on.” He slammed the door shut behind him heading for Madeline’s office.

************

“Yes?” Madeline answered in reply to the knock at her door. She knew it was Walter but she was struggling to compose herself from her meeting with Operations. She had finished touching up her makeup and was putting her compact back in her desk drawer when the door opened. Walter strode through it, a man determined to get some answers. He should have known better than to demand the truth from Section.

“I want to know what in the hell is going on with Michael.” He reached her desk and slammed his hands down in front of her. His eyes locked to hers. “Jurgen said he was away on a mission, Michael didn’t know what I was talking about and he looks like he’s been tortured for a while. I want some answers.” Walter refused to look away no matter how cold and emotionless Madeline’s gaze became.

“Walter, I understand that you’re upset.” She said rising from her chair and walking around to the front of her desk. She indicated he should take a seat in one of the chairs beside him. She reclined against her desk arms crossed across her chest. She cocked her head to one side and watched his reaction carefully. “Michael required some special training. It took place here in Section and as far as I can tell it was successful.”

“Special training?” Walter asked still unsatisfied with her answers. Slowly, he grasped her meaning. “You did this?” He asked incredulously. “Why? Why would you do such a thing?” He sputtered, outraged on Michael’s behalf. The kid had worked damned hard to fit into Section and had made a lot of progress in the last year. Walter had never seen anyone work so hard. Madeline refused to answer. She returned to her seat behind the desk pulling up several computer files.

“Madeline, I want an answer.” Walter said bending close to the desk once again. “I told you more than was necessary. I don’t have to justify my actions to you. This was an essential component in the completion of Michael’s orientation into Section. Now, if you will excuse me I have a lot of work to do.” Madeline began scanning files. Walter had been dismissed.

He wasn’t one to give up so easily. Walter searched the halls of Section until he found Jurgen. “What did you do to him?” Walter asked striding towards Jurgen who had been working with another recruit in a workout area. The recruit’s eyes grew wide. Walter was known to have a temper but never anything like this. Emotion had been discouraged since Madeline came to power. Jurgen dismissed his student and turned to face Walter. Walter had run out of patience. He pushed Jurgen against the wall his hands biting into Jurgen’s shoulders. Jurgen did nothing to stop him. He refused to meet Walter’s gaze. “It was my fault.” He whispered his head hanging down. “I didn’t know what they were planning to do. I told Operations and Madeline that I wasn’t sure Michael would ever kill again.” Walter let him go and Jurgen began to pace the room relieved to tell someone of the burden he had been carrying.

“Michael left those pictures hanging on the wall and Madeline said it was a sign of his resolution against killing.” Jurgen grew more agitated listening to his weak excuses for his part in Michael’s “therapy”. “I listened to Madeline and tried to discourage their course of action once I heard her plans but it was too late. Later, I confronted Michael and admitted what I had done.” His eyes finally met Walter’s. “Walter, he was like a machine. I stared into his eyes and there was nothing there. I did that. Is this what my job is supposed to be? I have to train people on how to give their souls to Section?” Jurgen’s voice and eyes revealed his deep contempt for Section, and himself, but Walter didn’t care.

“Did you think we could train killers and allow them to keep their humanity?” Walter asked contemptuously. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Michael had come to terms with our expectations for him and had found a way to deal with his reluctance.” Walter shook his head in defeat. “How could so many people misjudge him so badly?” He asked to no one in particular. Jurgen didn’t have an answer.

Walter returned to Michael’s room hours later. Michael was sleeping his features relaxed into an expression of peace. Walter pulled a chair up to the bed. “I can understand why you didn’t want to see me before.” He spoke. “I don’t blame you for being angry. Hell, I admire you for your stamina. Madeline’s tough.” Walter cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I just wanted you to know I didn’t have anything to do with what happened to you. You have to believe me.” Walter reached out and touched Michael’s hand. He let go quickly and stood. His voice was huskier than usual, “You need to rest.” Walter straightened the blankets around Michael and left the room quietly. Michael’s eyes remained closed but he spoke quietly, “Thank you.” He whispered to the empty room.

************

“How’s he doing?” Operations asked Jurgen. They both stood on the other side of the glass partition that separated the main corridor from the workout area. Michael had recuperated and been back in training faster than anyone liked. Medlab had protested but Michael ignored them and returned to his own room after only a few days. He recovered there working on building back his former strength and flexibility. He returned to normal training after a couple of weeks. “His numbers are up and his reflexes appear to be better now than they were before,” Jurgen said. The men watched in silence as Michael threw another man onto the mat knocking the wind out of his opponent. Michael finished with a quick punch that ended just before he made actual contact with the man’s face. Michael rose smoothly to his feet and bowed to his instructor. He then turned to face Jurgen and Operations. He also gave them a small bow before he headed to the shower.

“Yes. I can see that he is improving.” Operations tone was not necessarily that of approval. “Have you found any missions that might be appropriate for him to be tested on yet?” He asked as they walked back to his office. “Yes. We have several that would be well suited for his abilities depending on what you want tested. His skill or his resolve.” Jurgen answered.

“Both. I’m sure you and Madeline can find something.” Operations said as they reached the stairs that led to his tower. “Find it soon. I want to have something to show to when Michael’s file is reviewed.” Operations turned his back to Jurgen and headed for his office. Jurgen went to find Madeline.

************

Madeline was in her office when Jurgen arrived. He walked to her desk and stood waiting for her acknowledgment. Jurgen continued to wait for several minutes while Madeline continued to stare thoughtfully at her computer screen oblivious to his presence. Finally, he caught her attention and she gave him a gracious smile gesturing for him to sit. Jurgen would have preferred to stand but took a seat anyway. Madeline knit her hands together resting them on the desk in front of her. She wore a large diamond on the third finger of her left hand. He wondered if it had been a gift from Operations. Jurgen tried to focus on the events before him dreading what she would say. He thought Michael had been through enough. He still didn’t understand that this was only the beginning.

Jurgen had tried everything to be released from training him. Strangely, it had been Michael who insisted he continue. Jurgen was convinced Michael understood how he felt and this was his punishment. Jurgen had doubted his student’s abilities once. Michael was determined to never let that happen again. It was a fitting punishment for him. Michael had been learning the ways of Section well. Maybe he understood it in a way Jurgen never would.

“I’ve decided to acclimate Michael to Section slowly and in stages.” Jurgen started to speak but Madeline stopped him. “I realize we don’t have that much time but I have to be sure Michael will be able to withstand the pressures of Section before I send him into the field.” She leaned back in her chair. “I’ll be handling this portion of Michael’s training personally. I’ll let you know when his mission status is active. Then he will fall under your supervision.” Jurgen couldn’t hide the expression of shock and disapproval on his face. His entire body tensed. He didn’t know if Michael was up to another round with Madeline. Jurgen knew he wasn’t. He couldn’t decide whether to be relieved or not. Jurgen decided it was out of his hands. He left Madeline’s office and kept walking until he was out of Section. He didn’t know if he had the strength to come back. Madeline heard the doors shut and picked up her phone. “Send Michael to me.”

“Michael.” He heard his name but didn’t recognize the speaker. Michael looked up from the computer screen making eye contact with a man slightly older than himself. It was Jason, a systems analyst. Michael saw him only briefly when he was working on profiles or analyzing missions. “Yes?” Michael answered shutting down the language program he had been working on. “Madeline wants to see you.” Michael nodded. He rose and headed for her office.

He walked across Section where a few people nodded or waved in his direction. Michael either ignored them or gave them a brief nod. The other operatives were impressed with Michael’s skill and especially his talent for strategic planning. Several of his training exercises had been incorporated into mission profiles and had proven to be very successful. He was no longer an outcast within Section. Many had seen his bruises and various injuries. No one knew how he got them but they considered it a small rite of passage, all of them had assumed it had been done on a training exercise. It didn’t occur to them it would have been done by the Section. The operatives no longer glared at him when he was working out or left the room when he entered it. He had earned their grudging respect. Michael was very grateful to fit in, even slightly, although he would admit this to no one.

He had reached the door to Madeline’s office. He took a few breaths clearing his mind of all emotion. Michael pushed the door open and entered. He moved quietly and economically. Madeline watched him as he approached her. She was accustomed to seeing him with his hair pulled back. Today, he left it down where it brushed the collar of his black sweater. The sweater hugged his muscular shoulders and accented his narrow hips. He wore tight black jeans and black boots. Madeline nodded her approval at his appearance. “Please sit down Michael.” Michael sat before her, unlike Jurgen, he seemed totally at ease in her presence.

Madeline pulled open one of her desk drawers and sat a wooden box down on the desk in front of him. She pushed it towards him. “Open it.” Michael reached across the desk pulling the box closer to him. He moved to the edge of his chair. He ran his hand over the polished lid of the box noticing it had beautiful carvings. He opened the box and smiled. Nestled inside the velvet lined case was a 9mm Beretta. Michael’s fingers feathered over the gun like it was a precious gem. “Walter said you have a particular affinity for this weapon.” Madeline said not unkindly. Michael nodded and lifted the gun from the box. “Good.” She said rising from her chair. She tugged the hem of her suit jacket into place. “Come with me.” Michael slammed the clip into the handle of the gun. He clicked on the safety before putting the gun in the waistband of his jeans at the small of his back. He pulled his sweater over it and followed Madeline out the door.

Madeline led him down a maze of hallways. All of the doors on either side of the hall were massive and made of steel. They were obviously soundproof reminding Michael of the room where he had been held. He had a good idea of what was happening behind them. He fought down the nausea that was rising at the thought of terrorizing someone as they had him. He knew at some point it would be required of him. He just hoped it wasn’t happening this soon.

His family had been Catholic and had attended Mass regularly. Michael had used religion as another weapon in his revolt against his father. He hadn’t gone willingly to mass when his parents were alive. The day after they were killed he had taken his sister and they knelt before the altar. He could still hear her crying and moaning. Michael had decided that he would never go back. Even now, he refused to pray or beg. He thought of his father who had repeatedly told him, “Once you’ve decided on a course, never back down. Show no fear or weakness.” Michael had decided his course when he decided to live. There was no turning back now, regardless of what was asked of him.

Madeline stopped at a door at the end of the hall. She waited for Michael to stop beside her. “Inside we have Mr. Morgan. He is a molecular biologist who has been working with several groups within the Eastern Bloc developing biological weapons. He has told us as much as he knows. He has served his purpose.” Madeline stepped closer forcing Michael to hold her gaze. “It’s your job to dispose of him.” Michael didn’t flinch under the scrutiny he only nodded. “Fine.” Madeline said as she began to slowly pace around him her hands clasped behind her back. “Be prepared. He has been tortured and is restrained. This isn’t combat. I’m telling you to open the door and kill him. Is this perfectly clear?” Michael nodded once again pulling the gun from his waistband. He held it in his right hand in front of him. He chambered a round with his left and opened the door.

Michael stepped into a stark white room. The only object in the room was a metal chair in the center. It was bolted to the floor with a man strapped to the arms and legs his head hung down his sandy hair soaked with sweat obscured his eyes from Michael. Michael was grateful for this at least. He started to take aim when the man raised his head his eyes meeting Michael’s. They were clear and gray revealing a fierce intelligence. The man spoke to him in a smooth even voice that was devoid of any accent. “What is your name?” Michael’s hand never wavered as he answered. “Michael.”

“Ahhh...the Angel of Death and Repentance. How appropriate.” The man coughed speckling the front of his shirt with blood. “Are you all right?” Michael couldn’t help but ask. Morgan smiled at the irony, “If I’m not will that delay you?” Michael smiled back reluctantly shaking his head no. “Well, let’s not waste anymore time.” The prisoner raised his head high giving Michael a glimpse at what a proud man he was. Michael sighted his weapon but hesitated to pull the trigger. Morgan opened his eyes. They bore through Michael. “Michael. You must. Leave me with a little dignity.” He straightened once again in his chair pressing against the restraints. He kept his gaze on Michael and nodded indicating it was time. Michael aimed and when he released the air he had been holding in his lungs he fired. The bullet pierced Morgan’s heart. He slumped forward held in place by the restraints. Michael walked to the door and opened it. He never looked back.

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The door shut behind Michael with a dull thud. “Do we have closure?” Madeline asked from somewhere to his right. “Yes.” Michael’s voice nearly a whisper. “Good.” Michael turned his head slightly to the right and saw her standing beside him. He doubted if he had ever seen anyone so beautiful. Her hair fell to her shoulders in chestnut waves softening the features of her face. Her eyes glowed the color of melted chocolate with a soft smile that lingered on her lips. Her eyes were both cold and kind. A mixture, Michael suddenly realized, that epitomized Madeline. She had given him equal measures of both. He wondered how she reconciled the two. Or did she? Her hand on his arm brought him out of his reverie. “You did very well.” She graced him with another of her small smiles holding his eyes with hers for a moment. She let her hand fall away turning slowly away from him walking back the way they had come. Michael watched her go dreading their next encounter.

Michael followed behind Madeline. Her heels echoed in the hallway helping him to focus. He found his thoughts slipping out of his mind mixing with memories, snippets of stories, and lyrics from a song. He felt detached from his body unable to reconcile the man he had become with the man he had been. “Michael?” A voice was calling to him from a distance that felt a long ways a way. “Michael?” The voice grew more persistent and more concerned this time a hand accompanied the voice leading him forward. He felt himself being pushed down into a chair a glass of water was shoved into his hand. Michael took a sip reflexively then another. Gradually, his awareness increased. He recognized the voice as Walter’s. “Michael, what happened? Are you all right?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m fine.” Michael said unsteadily still sipping on his water. Walter bent down in front of Michael’s chair. He rested his hands on either side of Michael balancing on his heels holding on to the arms of the chair for support. Michael was grateful that Walter was close without actually touching him. He couldn’t stand to have anyone else touch him. He could still feel Madeline’s hand sliding off his arm. Automatically, he wrapped his arms around himself as if he could keep everyone out. “Damn it Michael, what happened?” Walter knew the young man was traumatized but he couldn’t imagine what else Section could have done to him so quickly.

Michael raised his head meeting Walter’s gaze. “I ...,” Michael struggled to get the words out. Walter’s concern grew making him speak more sharply than he intended. “What? What did you do?” Michael lowered his arms to rest them on his knees both hands wrapped around the glass. His voice was steadier and stronger when he spoke. “I killed someone.”

“What?” Walter rose to his feet and began to pace in front of Michael. “I killed Morgan.” Michael repeated very matter of factly. Walter stopped pacing to stand in front of Michael. He didn’t know what Michael was talking about. “Who’s Morgan? Does Madeline or Operations know?” Walter’s pacing intensified. Michael smiled ruefully. “Yes. They know. Madeline told me to do it.” It finally dawned on Walter what must have happened.

“Michael, it’s okay. I know it’s difficult the first few times but it comes with the territory. We’re soldiers.” Walter’s voice was kind and gentle. “These people aren’t innocents. They make money by the destruction of the fabric of society. They deserve what we give them.”

“No.” Michael’s eyes blazed with anger and he jumped to his feet. “I’m a killer.” He headed to a workbench pulling out the gun tucked into his jeans. Walter moved quickly towards Michael afraid of what he was planning to do. Michael began to clean his weapon and Walter relaxed slightly. “Michael, it’s not like that.” Walter walked to the other side of the table putting away the tools strewn across it’s surface.

“What’s it like Walter?” He asked putting his gun down in front of him. “Why do you think they are using the new ‘recruitment’ procedures? Soldiers can be found anywhere. I wasn’t recruited Walter. I was given an ultimatum: die or kill.” Michael slammed his hand on the table. “I wasn’t even given that much of a choice. I have to atone for an act that is unforgivable while looking over my shoulder every minute to see if I’m about to be betrayed by people I thought were friends.” Michael turned on his heels leaving the gun on the table. Walter finished cleaning it and put it back together. ‘It’s a good choice,’ he thought feeling the weight in his hand. Light. Deadly. Walter wrapped it in a soft blue cloth and sat it aside to return to Michael later. He hoped it would protect it’s owner. Michael may doubt it but he had a friend.

Sweat dripped off of his hair stinging his eyes still he pounded the bag. Over and over. Blood ran down his arms mixing with sweat covering the punching bag and dripping on the floor . His ribs ached in protest against this new assault and his shoulders burned with fatigue. Still he continued. Jurgen had returned to Section called in by Walter’s phone call. He found Michael working out, if one could call it that, in one of the emptier training rooms. Jurgen had ushered everyone out leaving Michael as much privacy as one could get in Section. He watched remorsefully from the door.

Operations and Madeline watched from a monitor in Operations’ office. “He’s done very well.” He had been deeply impressed by Michael’s behavior in dealing with Mr. Morgan. Few recruits could have maintained their composure with such a man. “He was an excellent choice.” Operations complimented Madeline. “I want him tested in a few more missions before we move him to active status. I don’t anticipate any problems with Oversight.” Madeline was suprised. Operations usually hated any sign of emotion. He perceived it as weakness.

“You don’t have a problem with his externalization of such emotion.” She said pointing towards the screen. Walter hadn’t told them of Michael’s outburst and it hadn’t occurred to anyone to monitor his area. “No.” Operations said lighting a cigarette. “It shows discipline. He’s angry and enraged at his situation but he has found an appropriate behavior to release it. I doubt he’ll have any problems doing his job. He didn’t let the incident with Jurgen influence his decisions. In fact, I believe he has improved since his recovery.” He said inhaling deeply from the cigarette and taking a seat at his desk.

“Yes. He has.” Madeline answered watching him carefully. They had been careful to avoid each other since their relationship ended. She hadn’t known how well he might be coping with it and she didn’t want to pressure him unnecessarily. Obviously, she needn’t have worried. Operations had settled into his role as head of Section nicely. He felt comfortable wearing the mantle of power. She wondered if Michael would do so well?

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Michael collapsed against the glass wall of the workout room. He knew Jurgen was watching him but he didn’t care. He raised his knees and rested his elbows on them. His head hung down his hair obscuring his vision. He felt something cold brush against his arm and he raised his head. “Here.” Jurgen handed him a bottle of water. Michael took it without speaking. He gulped the water down pouring some across his stinging hands. Jurgen watched the blood run down Michael’s arms. Briefly, he envied him his strength. Michael would never be destroyed by Section. He had come to terms with his fate and found acceptance in it. Jurgen wondered how Michael done it. Michael wiped the blood from his hands and arms on the towel Jurgen had dropped at his feet. He rose glancing at Jurgen, “Thank you for the water and the towel.” Michael said coolly. Jurgen saw no expression on his face. No anger or hatred nor any sign of gratitude or friendship was visible in Michael’s eyes or his voice. Michael turned without waiting for a reply from Jurgen and walked out of the room.

Michael had no feelings towards Jurgen. He left the workout room knowing he should have been grateful for Jurgen’s support. He was no longer bitter about Jurgen’s betrayal or hurt by the loss of his friendship. Michael refused to feel at all. He discovered the only way to survive Section was to close himself off to emotion, to love. Madeline had done him a favor. Michael would never survive if he tried to merge his humanity with his job in Section. His experiences with Morgan taught him Section had no humanity. Neither could he. Walter was the only one in Section that Michael would ever let get close to him and even he was kept at a distance. He found himself standing outside of Madeline’s door. He raised his hand to knock without knowing why. He lowered his hand and walked away heading for his own room. Michael realized that he hadn’t been created into Section’s own image, but Madeline’s.

“A person defines himself by what they are willing to die for,” Michael heard the words in his head and remembered saying them to Rene after a particularly heated discussion. Michael still wasn’t sure how many bottles of wine they had gone through before he had thrown those words at Rene. Rene had laughed, “A good bottle of wine, a beautiful woman,” Rene reached across the table grasping Michael to him, “and good friends.” Rene released him stumbling to the window. “Look at that Michel.” He pointed out the window towards the river. Michael stood beside him mesmerized by the moon’s reflection on the river. The water glowed like a sheet of ice and Michael had shivered involuntarily. “Ah, enough of this discussion of philosophy. Sing for us Michel.” Rene had pulled him away from the window, Michael remembered, they sang until the neighbors had started pounding on the walls shouting for them to shut up and sleep. Michael smiled sadly at the memory. Maybe Rene had been right. Friendship and love had new value to Michael now that both were gone. At least he could still have a good bottle of wine. Michael headed for his room to shower and then to find Walter.

Michael opened his door and found Madeline sitting on the edge of his bed. Her auburn hair brushed the collar of her navy dress. Michael’s eyes lowered to take in her neatly folded hands in her lap, her carefully crossed ankles. The diamond ring on her hand was her only adornment. Michael hid his shock at finding her so comfortably seated on his bed. “Hello.” He said softly. Madeline smiled at him deciding he looked even more attractive in his sweat soaked tank top and shorts than he had in more formal attire. “Walter asked me to give you this.” She rose and walked towards him handing him the box from her office. Michael hadn’t noticed it had been sitting beside her. Madeline brushed past him to leave. “Meet me in my office in an hour.” She said without turning to look at him. She walked away leaving Michael holding the ornate box and wearing a puzzled expression.

Michael had showered quickly tucking the box into one of his dresser drawers after removing his gun. Michael dressed in heavy cotton pants that resembled those worn by paramedics and a tight fitting black T-shirt. He pulled on the heavy leather jacket that was hanging on a hook on the back of his door tucking the gun and extra clip in the large pocket that lined the inside. He wasn’t sure what Madeline had planned for him this time but he doubted that it was possible to be overly prepared. Michael took a few deep breaths before heading for Madeline’s office. He would have to thank Walter for returning his gun and to ask him why he had chosen Madeline as his messenger.

Before Michael could raise his hand to knock the doors to Madeline’s office opened automatically. He walked in wondering if he could handle another encounter with Madeline today. He found her sitting at her desk staring at the computer screen an open file filled with reports and photos spread across her desk. Madeline turned and smiled briefly at him. “Please.” She said indicating one of the chairs in front of her desk. Michael took his proffered seat. “We have a mission planned for tomorrow night,” she said handing him a file folder bulging with reports, maps and photos. “I want you to study this information along with the mission profile,” she rose from behind her desk handing him a disk. “This contains the mission as outlined. I want you to study the material and analyze the profile. You have until 6:00 am tomorrow.” Michael rose and headed for the door.

“Michael.” Madeline called to him. “Yes?” He answered calmly. “Failure is not an option.” She said her expression serene with the faint traces of a smile hidden within her eyes. “I understand.” Michael said leaving her standing and staring at his retreating form. “Madeline?” A voice spoke to her over the intercom. “Yes?” She answered crisply heading back to her chair and the pile of files waiting for her. “You’re needed in systems.” The faceless voice replied. “Fine.” Madeline said closing her eyes and resting her head against the back of the chair. She had fought and killed for her job. She wondered as she pictured Michael’s retreating form. “Was it a mistake?” She asked herself for the first time. The moment passed and Madeline rose gracefully straightening the wrinkles in her dress and headed for systems.

Michael had left Madeline’s office and headed for the small library next to the area for profilers and analysts. He studied several maps that weren’t in the photo surveying the area surrounding their target before he even opened the file. Michael felt it was impossible to overanalyze a mission, especially when lives were at risk. He was willing to take chances with fewer people to a team if it meant a higher success rate with less risk for members of the team. Michael settled into a leather chair and began to read.

Michael read the material through several times and analyzed the maps and photos for another hour before he headed for the systems area. Michael begin studying the profile as laid out on the disk Madeline gave him. He transferred the information to another program and began to make his alterations. Finally, Michael read through the material and the analysis, before and after, deciding he had covered everything. He gathered his material and headed for his room to sleep for a few hours before reporting to Madeline.

Although exhausted from the hours spent analyzing data, Michael found sleep elusive and rose pulling on shorts and a T-shirt. He headed to the workout area where he began to stretch thoughts of the upcoming mission running through his head. Michael pulled on the running shoes he had carried with him and began to run through the fairly empty halls of Section. Michael ran the circuit around the workout rooms concentrating on keeping his breathing quiet and even forcing the images of maps and faces out of his head. He focused on the sound of his feet pounding on the concrete floor as he ran to the vault that sealed Walter’s workshop. He turned and headed down the vast corridors of offices before he headed for a seldom used stairwell. Michael ran down to the lower levels of Section where some passages were blocked by guards, others were dimly lit causing Michael to speculate what might be hidden behind the dark metal doors. He turned to his right sharply a staircase rising before him. He ran up the winding steps slowing as he reached the top. He walked down the hallway thoughts of the upcoming mission taking shape once again this time a pattern emerged. Michael slowed until he stopped realizing there was a flaw in the profile. A flaw that could cost the team there lives.

Michael turned quickly heading for his quarters. “Hello Michael.” Michael looked up startled. “Hi.” He replied. Michael didn’t recognize the man standing before him. He was slightly taller than himself with graying hair styled into a crewcut that was slightly longer and darker than Jurgen’s. He was inhaling deeply from a cigarette he held between his fingers. The man studied Michael intently with icy blue eyes that reflected no emotion. He held out his hand for Michael. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a very long time.” Michael took the man’s hand shaking it firmly. “My name is Operations.”

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“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Operations asked. Michael looked at him blankly. “This passage leads to my office.” Operations elaborated. Michael found he had been staring rather stupidly, maybe he should try and make a quick exit while it was still possible. “I’m sorry, sir. I hadn’t realized ... I was running trying to clear my head and wandered through here.” Michael cursed to himself realizing he was rambling incoherently. “Excuse me.” He said finally trying to make his way to the stairs. “If you have a few minutes I’d like to speak with you.” Operations said walking down the hall towards his office, oblivious to Michael’s discomfort. Michael saw no choice but to follow him down the corridor into a glass enclosed room. Operations punched a series of numbers into the keypad to the right of the door. The glass doors opened slowly towards them. Operations quickly moved to his desk. The desk was angled to observe the area below. The office was nestled into a corner on the opposite side of Section from the workout rooms and munitions area. The room was in a corner of Section Michael had rarely been allowed to enter. Operations’ office was a huge one way mirror enabling him to oversee the basic workings of Section without anyone below being aware of it. Michael quickly scanned the room looking for any hints of the man who felt so comfortable wearing power. He glanced to the left where several large panels were lit with data scrolling down the screens. There were also large topographical maps outlining territory all over the world. There were few objects that held any personal meaning for Operations. Unlike Madeline’s office which reflected her innate sense of beauty, his office was devoid of any personal items except for a large cut-crystal ashtray resting on the corner of the desk. Even that Michael decided was functional when he observed the large number of discarded cigarettes it contained.

Operations feigned interest in a stack papers covering a corner of his desk while observing Michael’s reactions to his office. ‘Madeline has done well.’ He noted to himself. Michael had no reactions to the room. He took in his surroundings making no judgments. He simply filed away the facts for use later. Operations watched as Michael walked towards the mirrored windows. The young man stood completely still feeling no need to fill in the silence. Operation’s admired the calm that surrounded Michael, even when he had been running or rambling nervously, Operations could sense the quiet Michael wrapped around himself. Operations dropped his cigarette into the pile mounding the ashtray. He joined Michael at the window and watched the increasing activity below.

“Do you believe in the work we do here?” Operations asked Michael studying his reflection in the glass. “Does it matter?” Michael answered. Operations was startled by the honesty in the question. He found most recruits annoyingly obsequious. Michael’s thoughtful truthfulness was refreshing as well as slightly worrisome. “Yes. It does.” Operations said with more force than he intended. Michael turned to face him. “I believe your organization,” Operations raised his eyebrows Michael’s choice of words, “is necessary. No one government could have the resources or the political power to effectively combat the rising number of terrorist organizations in the world.” Michael looked in question at Operations.

“Please. Continue.” Operations said genuinely interested in what Michael had to say.

“However, I don’t think one man,” he nodded in acknowledgment of Operations, “should wield that much power.” Michael remembered his conversation with Rene once more and decided dying for the truth might not be the worst reason to die. “Section is a necessary evil.” He said standing before Operations feet planted firmly hands clasped in front head high.

Operations decided he liked and respected Michael. In his line of work, first impressions were everything. Trust had to be forged in an instant. Conversely, it could also be lost just as quickly. Michael had not hedged his answers or carefully recited the mandates of Section policy. Instead, he had given an honest, reflective, truthful answer. Operations also saw in Michael the same qualities that he had come to value in Madeline. The two were excellent assets within Section. If Madeline could truly learn to control Michael. Operations had never questioned Madeline’s loyalty to Section. If anything, she was too devoted costing him his relationship with her.

“And are you willing to serve that ‘evil’?” Operations asked with the barest hint of a smile in his eyes. Michael would later recognize this expression as one of cunning rather than humor. “Yes. I am.” Michael said.

“Why?” Operations asked determine to understand at least one of the enigmas Section held. Madeline would always remain a mystery to him. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to understand her. Some things were best left hidden.

“I have told you that I believe Section to be a necessity.” Michael answered. Operations gave Michael a hard look at his evasiveness. Michael sighed, “I promised I would.” Operations couldn’t contain his suprise. “You promised?” He asked in astonishment.

“Yes. I pledged my life to Madeline, to Section.” Michael answered simply and honestly.

Operations grew wary at the absurdity of Michael’s answer. “You promised Madeline you would give your life to serve the ends of Section because .....?”

“It is my penance to pay.” Michael answered. Operations walked away to his desk lighting another cigarette. Operations inhaled deeply while staring at Michael intently. Damn, he understood less about him than he did before they spoke. Operations scrutinized Michael through the cloud of smoke forming around him. “Madeline might find him more of a challenge than she realized,” he thought to himself. “I see.” He said aloud unsure of the appropriate response to such a comment. “Well, we’ll try not to waste it.” Operations said dryly. Michael felt a flicker of suprise at Operations comment which had echoed his own to Madeline. Maybe there was more to this man than he had thought. Michael realized he had been dismissed and turned to leave.

“Welcome to Section One, Michael.” Operations said from behind him. Michael turned and saw him standing behind his desk hands in his pockets a slight smile that failed to reach his eyes was his only hint of expression. “Thank you.” Michael said his voice slightly husky as he fought to control the shiver that touched his spine. The words hung ominously in the air as the doors shut behind him.

************

Michael glanced at his watch and saw he only had a half an hour before he had to meet with Madeline. He stopped to grab some coffee and hurried to his room. He quickly kicked off his shoes while peeling his damp shirt away from his chilled skin and threw it to the ground. Heading for the bathroom, Michael sipped at the scalding coffee hoping to warm up. He untied the string at his waistband pushing his shorts to the ground. He stood in the shower turning the handle until only hot water flowed. Michael soaked under the stinging spray for as long as he could stand before he adjusted the temperature. Deciding he was pushing for time he cut the shower short toweling as he picked up the clothes he had strewn through the room piling them neatly in a basket in the corner of the bathroom. He towel dried his hair and dressed in his usual costume of black. Michael saw he had ten minutes to gather his materials and be in Madeline’s office. He ran his fingers through his hair grabbing folders and disks he walked out of the room and down the hall.

Michael found Jurgen waiting outside of Madeline’s office when he arrived. Michael nodded slightly as the doors swung open. Jurgen gestured for Michael to enter. Jurgen followed wondering what Madeline had designed for them. Madeline was seated behind her desk expectantly. “Have a seat.” She waited for Michael and Jurgen to sit before she launched into the briefing. She outlined the mission she had given Michael to study describing the building which housed a radical faction of the Chinese army. The splinter group had been looking for a supplier of weapons grade plutonium and Section had plans to stop them before they could acquire one. “Michael, I assume you have studied the profile and research I have given you.” She turned her chair slightly in his direction.

Michael started to speak but was interrupted, “Do you mind if I sit in on the briefing?” Operations asked from the doorway. Madeline hid her expression of suprise rising quickly to find another chair. “Of course not.” She answered biting back her irritation at his interference. Operations smiled amicably, “Thank you.” He said taking the and chair pulling it to the end of Madeline’s desk. He gazed at Michael who now sat on his left, “As you were saying.” Madeline had returned to her seat. Her features settled into a mask of calm hiding her emotional turmoil. Operations was acting unexpectedly once again. She wondered why. She forced herself to focus on Michael’s words.

“The profile is flawed.” Michael began simply. He pulled out several maps and photographs. The warehouse we plan to infiltrate is an abandoned area of the city. Here.” He pointed to a map. “The mission as designed has two teams, one to maintain an outside perimeter and another to enter the building extracting the information and eliminating most of the faction.”

“What’s the problem?” Jurgen asked brusquely. “The problem is here.” Michael answered pulling out another map. This one hadn’t been included in the file given to him by Madeline. His drew his finger along a narrow blue line that cut through part of the city. “It’s a river. So?” Jurgen asked. “Continue.” Operations said giving Jurgen a sharp look. “The river is only a few miles from the area around the warehouse. This one,” Michael again revealed a map and photos that had been lacking in the packet, “shows a photo of this area over forty years ago.” Michael moved towards a more modern map. “The photo shows a canal that at one time ran through this area allowing these warehouses access to the river. As I’m sure you know, many modern buildings in Asia are rebuilt on previous structures. What I’m suggesting is that this building is built over a canal that leads to this river.” Michael once again turned to the surveillance photos. “We know that this group is responsible for several serious terrorist attacks. We also know that their headquarters are here. This information has come from the most trusted of sources,” Michael glanced at Operations and Madeline for confirmation. “Yes.” Operations said. Michael continued. “Yet, we have few details on their movements which has further delayed our response. I’m suggesting this is why they are able to move without our being aware of their actions.” Michael rose placing several photos in front of Madeline and Operations. “We are watching them here,” Michael pointed to the warehouse. “Yet, their movements are actually here.” He pointed to another area further down on the map. “Unless all areas are covered they could easily make their escape, or as more likely funnel more men in through that area overwhelming our team inside.”

“What do you suggest, Michael?” Madeline asked quietly. “We send in three smaller teams. One would maintain a perimeter on the outside and the surrounding area. This team would be the largest of the three and would quietly remove the threat from the guards that are posted on the outside. Once the perimeter is established a small team would move into the warehouse from all sides closing in and destroying any information they find. Finally, a small team would standby here.” He referred to the area near the junction of the canal and the river. “Once they are aware of our presence they will try to make their escape through here. The team at the river would prevent reinforcements from coming through as well as capture anyone who attempts to escape.”

“How much time would you need to fully develop this profile?” Operations asked. His eyes bore into Michael’s. Michael looked down at the desk in thought. He raised his head meeting Operations gaze. “Twelve hours.” Operations and Madeline exchanged a brief glance. Operations rose, “Do it.” He said moving quietly out of the room. Jurgen started to interrupt once again but Madeline cut him off. “Enough.” She locked her fingers together resting them on the desk. Michael caught a glimpse of her carefully manicured hands noticing she no longer wore the diamond ring. She leaned forward looking at them intently. “Michael, I want you to begin working up the profile. I’ll send one of our analysts in to assist you with anything you may need, or any clearances you won’t have access to.” Michael nodded and rose heading for the door. He had seen Jurgen stand with him but Madeline had other plans. “Jurgen, could I have a moment of your time please.” She said in a soft voice. “That will be all Michael.” Clearly, he had been dismissed.

“This is unacceptable,” Michael heard as the doors shut behind him.

************

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jurgen replied. “Michael’s entire plan is supposition.” Jurgen gathered up the material Michael had referred to and sorted through it. “His entire profile is based on a hunch and information that is decades old.”

Madeline smiled at him pleasantly. “Yes. It is.” She said and walked to one of the cabinets behind her desk. She punched in a code for the door which opened silently revealing a bank of computers screens along with several thick folders. She selected one and maintained her smile. Jurgen suppressed the small shiver creeping up his spine. She carefully sat the folder down in front of him. “This is the material upon which you based your profile.” She sifted through the assortment of papers gathering documents handing him a bundle that was fairly substantial. “You have all of our current data. Items that were specifically left out of Michael’s packet.” She leaned against the desk close enough to him that her black wool skirt brushed against his thigh rustling softly. The smile faded as she stared intently as if waiting. Jurgen realized she was waiting. He had no idea what to say.

“My plan is on target and is standard procedure for this kind of operation,” Jurgen began to explain unconvincingly.

“Nothing about Section is standard. The entire point of our organization is that we act in situations where others can’t.” She bent down her hands resting on the arms of Jurgen’s chair. “What is the point of being the most clandestine organization in the world if we operate on the same level and in the same manner as everyone else.” She tilted her head and the corners of her mouth upturned. Jurgen resisted the urge to slide down in his chair. He sat rigid with his feet pushing against the floor with such force his knees ached. He returned her stare coldly. His eyes like steel. Madeline smiled again leaning closer her lips brushing his cheek as she whispered in his ear. “I don’t plan to have this discussion again.” She pulled back slightly. “Ever.” She said rising and turning back to her desk. “That will be all.” She said turning to her computer scrolling through the upcoming missions.

Jurgen rose and walked out. The doors shut silently behind him. He didn’t turn around.

Michael spent the next few hours outlining the details of the plan he had sketched out in Madeline’s office. She had sent one of their best analysts, Raven, to help him. She had provided access to several levels he hadn’t even realized existed. “Here.” Michael looked up and found Raven standing beside him holding a cup of coffee. “Thank you.” He replied gratefully. He hadn’t slept for hours and was exhausted. Next time he felt like taking a run through Section he would repress the urge. He glanced up and found Raven smiling at him her dark hair tumbling across her shoulders. “You get used to it.” She said her handing resting companionably on his shoulder. Michael smiled and returned to his work. Michael found it difficult to decide on the personnel for the mission as he was unclear on what his role should be and who might be leading the team. He decided to position himself at the outer perimeter so he would be able to see the entire operation, with the exception of the area near the tunnel, which would be monitored by audio from the outer location. He reasoned his position would provide him with an opportunity for experience but also a chance to watch veteran operatives in the field. Raven watched as he finalized his plans making only minor suggestions. An hour later both were satisfied that the profile was ready for Operations’s inspection.

Michael headed for the spiral staircase that led to Operations’s office. The guards merely nodded at him. He had apparently been approved. Michael wasn’t sure whether that was to his benefit. He climbed the stairs too tired to be nervous. Operations watched him approach and opened the sealed glass doors allowing him entrance. Michael walked confidently to his desk handing him his work. Operations lowered his head scanning Michael quickly over the top of his glasses. He quickly glanced over the material Michael had given him nodding thoughtfully pulling his glasses off tossing them to the desk. “I still can’t get used to the damn things.” He said jumping to his feet pacing in front of his desk. Michael had never met anyone with his energy. He wondered if it was possible to get caffeine intravenously. He bit his lip to keep from smiling. Operations ceased his pacing and picked up the phone. “Madeline. The profile is ready.” He stopped short of slamming the receiver down. “Michael, we’ll go over this material thoroughly. In the mean time, I think you should get a few hours sleep.”

Michael agreed and returned to his room falling onto the bed in an exhausted sleep. Madeline came in an hour later finding him stretched out on his stomach his left hand hanging off the bed. She walked towards him quietly watching the even pacing of his breathing. She picked up the blanket from the end of the bed draping it over the sleeping form. Michael stirred mumbling words Madeline couldn’t quite hear. She allowed herself a few moments to simply gaze at him and wonder. She found moments of peace harder and harder to come by in Section.

Would they eventually cease all together? She took one last look before turning and leaving the room closing the door quietly.

************

Michael had been allowed to rest for about six hours before being called to the conference center. Thankfully, he had recuperated from the last few days and the adrenaline began to course through him. They would be operating on his ideas, his profile. He pushed away the few pangs of nervousness settling his features into his usual blank expression. He took a position at the end of the table. He hadn’t realized this would place him next to Madeline who seated herself at the end. They exchanged brief nods as Operations strode in confidently stopping behind the table. He unbuttoned his jacket and began the briefing.

“As many of you know, we have been planning a move against this faction for a while now. An opportunity has presented itself and we are ready to take action.” Operations outlined the plan exactly as Michael had designed it making no changes, except one. “Michael will be leading this operation from here.” Operations indicated a location on the map projected on the wall behind him. “Jurgen will lead the assault into the building.” Both Michael and Jurgen sat stunned by Operation’s pronouncement. Madeline, as always, looked slightly amused. Walter whistled softly under his breath. The rest of the men at the table looked from Michael to Jurgen before refocusing on Operations and the rest of the briefing.

“Sir,” Jurgen started to interrupt but Operations cut him off with an icy glare. “That’s all. Report to Walter in a half-hour.” Everyone gathered around the table rose as one and headed for the door. Madeline remained behind. “It’s a risk.” She said as she stood at Operations’s side watching them file out. “I’ve found you rather like to take risks.” Operations answered smiling at her. Madeline made no reply.

The mission left on schedule. No one mentioned Michael’s role as teamleader. They landed as planned with the three teams moving into position. Michael took every precaution and followed the profile exactly. No one found any unexpected suprises. The team assigned to the canal entrance converged first. “Canal entrance is secure?” Michael asked into his headset from his perch on the roof of one of the outer buildings. “Yes. Six dead. Five taken.” He heard in his ear. The voice was cool and efficient. Jaron. “Are we clear for second marks?” Michael asked. “Yes.” Jaron answered. “No one’s getting in or out.”

“Hold your position.” Michael answered. Michael and his team had thoroughly cleared the outer perimeter but he ordered a second sweep to insure there would be no suprises or mistakes. “All clear, Michael.” Michael verified with the other team leaders. “Jurgen, go.” Michael ordered.

Jurgen and his team moved in forming a tight circle around the building. Jurgen and five other operatives took the main entrance. Other operatives moved in from the sides and the back. They were to converge in the middle while operatives who had been positioned on the roof cleared the upper levels of any unexpected guards. Michael listened to their progress on his comm set and watched their movement through the scope on his rifle as well as on the screens of the computers that monitored their progress. “Michael? Where are we?” Operations asked from another channel. “Jurgen and his team have just moved in. The outer teams are providing cover and Jaron’s team has closure on the canal. The tunnels beneath the warehouse are secured.” The conversation ended abruptly as Michael cut off communications and fired on several men who attempted to escape the building. “We have a problem.” Michael heard in his headset.

“Yes?” He asked his voice completely devoid of emotion. Michael’s concentration was focused only on the mission. He had risen from his position and had started down the stairs. “Jurgen has been taken. We have them surrounded but the leader is holding Jurgen. What should we do?”

Michael watched as several men moved out the front of the building. He was hidden behind the heavy warehouse door directly in front of the one Jurgen had been ordered to secure. “Is the warehouse clear otherwise?” Michael asked cursing silently to himself. The leader held Jurgen to him as a shield while the remaining men positioned themselves as cover for the leader. “Shoot all of them but the one holding Jurgen. We need him alive.” Michael ordered. “What about Jurgen?” Michael heard from one of the men beside him. “Irrelevant.” Michael replied taking aim. “Go.” He said. The perimeter team fired. The men fell at their leader’s feet. Michael surveyed the situation before him. “Hold your fire.”

Michael spoke as he stepped out from behind the door walking towards the man holding Jurgen. Jurgen remained calm focusing on Michael who was walking towards him rather than the man whose arm was wound around his throat. Operations wasn’t going to like this. “Damn, I’m gonna have to have another talk with Madeline.” Jurgen thought to himself.

The leader of the Chinese faction gripped Jurgen tighter screaming at the men gathering around him. No one responded and very few understood what he was saying. Jurgen found it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. He had never found himself in this kind of situation before. He was usually leading the teams in and was focused only on the mission. He admitted to himself this situation was his fault. He had been pondering Operations’s decision of having Michael lead the teams when he should have been focused only on the situation before him. If he survived this mission he was going to request a transfer. His relationship with Michael had seriously jeopardized his role within Section. He had allowed the situation to become personal and competitive. He glanced at Michael standing calmly before him. Michael’s gun appeared to be aimed at him and not the man behind him. Jurgen was willing to bet Michael would never allow his feelings to interfere with his relationship with Section. He doubted Michael was even capable of feeling. All of these thoughts passed through his mind in an instant. He returned to the situation before him.

Michael walked even closer towards them agitating the man even further. “Let him go.” He spoke in Cantonese. The man snapped his head towards Michael knocking Jurgen off balance. Michael took the opportunity shooting Jurgen in the chest. Jurgen cried out and fell forward. The man who had held him was startled and released him. Michael fired again hitting the man in the right shoulder. He dropped his gun and fell to his knees. “Take him.” Michael said walking slowly towards Jurgen.

“At least I won’t have to talk to Madeline if I’m dead.” Jurgen said slumping to the concrete. Michael held back a grin. Death or Madeline? He helped Jurgen to his feet. “Make sure the area is clear and head back to the extraction point.” Jurgen leaned heavily against him. “I’m going to be sure to tell Operations that your priorities are very clear.” Jurgen mumbled as Michael helped him remove his jacket that covered the bullet proof vest nestled snugly over Jurgen’s upper body. The bullet was safely lodged in position but Jurgen would be left with a nasty bruise that was already an interesting mixture of red and purple.

Operations was extremely pleased with Michael’s performance and his priorities. Oversight had reviewed the operation and all the materials concerning the mission. They had been pleased with Madeline’s recruit. “He has done very well.” George replied, comfortably seated behind Operations’s desk. He shut the folder he had been skimming. “I was not entirely supportive of your program.” He glared at Madeline beneath heavy brows. “Michael has proven to be an exceptional recruit.” He rose to his feet and headed towards the door. “I have a meeting with the rest of the committee and I’ll be sure to let them know how pleased I am with your progress. Many of the members have already given you their support. ” George headed out the door without waiting for any comment from Operations or Madeline. “Yes, that one will be watched very closely.” He said to himself as the doors sealed behind him.

************

Michael returned to Section only hours after George departed. It would be years later before Michael realized the importance of George’s approval and how close he came to cancellation. Thankfully, Michael would become such an integral part of Section few opportunities would arise to question his place within Section’s hierarchy. Michael walked through the heavy steel door of Section and found Operations and Madeline waiting for him. “Do we have closure on this situation?” He asked Michael turning to watch as the wounded and prisoners were led past them. “Yes. Only three of our operatives were injured, including Jurgen, and we have several members of the group who should be able to provide you with information on their contacts.” Madeline and Operations exchanged a quick glance of approval. Operations ordered Michael to his office to debrief. “Of course. Just give me a few minutes to check on those in Medlab.” Operations started to speak but Madeline cut him off. “Fine.” She took Operations arm and led him away from the area. Michael watched them go and wondered about their silent exchanges.

Michael reported to Operations’s office ten minutes later after being reassured everyone’s injuries had been minor. The doctor had even attempted to give Michael a quick examination which he adamantly refused to allow. Jurgen was still grumbling about being hit by friendly fire when Michael left. Michael spent the next few hours being debriefed by Operations and Madeline. Operations was primarily concerned with the logistics of the mission and Madeline wanted information on everyone’s state of mind, their behavior, and any anomalies Michael might have noticed. Operations wanted any tactical information that hadn’t already been discussed added to the mission logs within systems. Finally, Michael headed for munitions where Walter inventoried his weapons and took note of any gear Michael wanted added for his next missions. “I almost forgot.” Walter said. “Madeline wants to see you in her office at 9am.”

“Fine.” Michael turned and was almost out of earshot when Walter heard him ask, “What time is it now.” Walter grinned. “It’s four in the morning. You’ve got plenty of time for a nap.” Michael shook his head and left the room.

Michael reported a few minutes early to Madeline’s office and found her looking fresh and pretty in a pale lavender suit with a white silk shirt beneath. Her auburn hair pulled away from her face in a knot that rested on her collar. Michael raised an eyebrow at the change in her appearance but said nothing. He took a seat in a chair in front of her desk and waited for her to speak. Madeline rose and walked towards the stairs and a coat rack that sat at the base of the steps which led to the upper levels of her office. She pulled on a long white coat the hit her on the back of her calves hiding her suit beneath the coat and a delicate floral scarf she tied her around her neck. She buttoned the two buttons on the front of her coat and gestured for Michael to follow.

They made a striking appearance walking through Section. Michael’s black leather jacket contrasted sharply with Madeline’s snowy white wool coat. Her heels clicking softly against the floor while Michael’s boots made no sound as he walked beside her. He glanced around only Walter noticed his look of trepidation. Madeline led him out of Section and to a car that waited on the street above. Michael finally asked, “Where are we going?”

“Home.” Madeline answered.

************

Madeline and Michael rode in silence for the thirty minute drive to a large brown stone building nestled among similar structures on a quiet street tucked behind the usual downtown skyscrapers. Michael opened the car door and turned around offering Madeline his hand. She smiled up at him in thanks and slipped her cool fingers into his warmer palm. He tightened his grip as she came to stand beside him on the street. She released her hold rather reluctantly he thought. He glanced at her but her gaze was focused only on the building before them. Michael followed her eyes to the building and found it to be a rather elegant structure with large windows that allowed the sunshine to flow through the lace panels obstructing the view from the outside. The windows had wrought iron bars woven into vines covering the outer panes protecting them from intruders.

“This is where you live?” Michael asked in suprise having assumed she had a loft hidden somewhere deep in Section. “No.” Madeline replied simply and with an amused smile. “You do.” Her heels clicked loudly as she climbed the steps to the door of the building and produced a key from her pocket. She unlocked the heavy oak door while Michael stood rooted in place staring in stunned silence at the building and the woman before him. Madeline laughed delightedly at his expression. She had found it a challenge to shock Michael and took great pleasure in doing so now. “This way.” She said disappearing inside.

Michael recovered sufficiently to follow her up the steps. He stood on the stoop looking out at the street and the trees lining the sidewalk. He raised his face to the sun and closed his eyes basking in the beauty of the day. Madeline watched him from inside the building feeling a vicarious thrill at Michael’s tiny moment of freedom. She couldn’t conceive of a time when she would ever let go long enough to reclaim the peace sunshine and a beautiful day could bring. She doubted she would ever know a time when her every thought wouldn’t be of Section. In this, Michael remained innocent for a little while longer.

Michael inhaled the air deeply and held his breath for a few moments. He could hear children playing somewhere and snippets of conversations from passerby’s strolling down the street. He was outside of Section and able to breath fresh air without any tricks or missions. For a brief moment, he was free. Michael’s eyes snapped open and his body went rigid. Of course, he wasn’t free. Section always had an ulterior motive. Everything had a purpose. Michael felt the weight of his gun inside of his pocket. A constant reminder of who he was. He swung around sharply and moved past Madeline who had been waiting for him just inside the door. He stood beside her and waited for an explanation.

Madeline had watched the change come over Michael from her place in the doorway. It had been swift and dramatic. She had seen an exquisite young man reveling in the joy and serenity of the day become a cold and calculating operative who never let his guard down. Michael had remembered every moment was controlled by Section and found danger hidden on this charming street on a gorgeous Spring day. She sighed knowing his transformation was complete. Her task had been accomplished and accomplished well. Michael would have fewer and fewer moments of feeling he could achieve peace until he lived his entire life feeling wary and guarded. Madeline would mourn for Michael, and maybe for herself as well. In the end, she had been the one to create the man who stood before her. She couldn’t look back or afford regret. Madeline shut the door firmly.

“Well, what do you think?” Madeline tried to sound casual but a note of tension crept into her voice. She wanted him to like it, Michael realized. He took a second look at the area around him. They were standing in a large foyer with a cathedral ceiling and a large chandelier. The walls were white and held several large paintings that Michael liked immediately. The center of the foyer held a large scale table with an unusual sculpture. Michael walked towards it and ran his hand over the cool metal. On either side of the table were two large doorways. One framed a small sitting room with only a few pieces of furniture. These were a mixture of modern and antique that went well with the paintings in the foyer. “I wanted to bring in a few things so that you would feel comfortable.” Madeline said from the doorway.

Michael moved past her giving her a quick smile and moved into the other room. This one was a library and study. There were floor to ceiling bookcases filled with books and art pieces. Michael’s footsteps softened when they moved from the hardwood floors to the Persian rug that covered the floor in center of the room. Madeline watched enjoying Michael’s expressions as he flipped through the books and replacing them on the shelves. “Everything you need should be in the case laying on the desk.” Madeline nodded towards the desk placed beneath the window. Michael walked quickly to the desk and flipped open the briefcase.

He found it filled with documents. A birth certificate, passport, drivers license, everything he needed to survive outside of Section. “There are also credit cards and bank accounts with substantial sums of money available to you.” Madeline said walking into the room and sitting on the leather sofa angled so that it faced the desk. “Your name is Michael Belfour and you buy art for several wealthy clients as well as exclusive galleries.” Michael listened carefully but kept his gaze focused on the trees outside of his window. “What do I do now?” Michael asked.

“You wait.” Madeline answered standing and walking towards him. “You have been cleared by oversight and given a Level 1 status as an operative.” Michael nodded but all he wanted was for her to go. He wanted to wander through the house and explore. He wanted to enjoy being away from Section, even if only for a little while. He felt a brief flicker of hope that he might be given a second chance.

“Goodbye, Michael. Orientation is over and Section rarely gives second chances.” Madeline said. Michael stood framed by sunlight pouring through the window. A solitary figure in black his face devoid of expression. “Of course,” he said turning away from her.

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