Thank goodness for flying- we were able to arrive back in my home town in half the time.My boss and partner didn't tell me much about the case, just that a Promicin Positive had been taken into custody for undisclosed reasons and that we were to head out there ourselves and investigate it.
Instead of going to see the suspect right away, we went to his house since we had a search warrent and it was then that I knew who the suspect was: Abram Eliot. A guy who I had gone to both middle school and high school.
My partner, Aaron Roy (I won't disclose his true name), began walking towards the house and it was then that he saw me frozen in place.
"Milano, wake up, let's go." he said to me.
"Right," I replied.
The second I walked into the house, a flood of memories flashed in front of my mind: Abram's house was the place to be. We would constantly study in the living room and when we were finished we'd head upstairs to his room and play video games. Even when we did not have to study, we would always find reasons to hang. It was always the three of us: Abram, myself and our other friend, Eliaz X. Maer. for six years. And then come graduation we would each go our seperate ways.
Without knowing it, I gradually made my way upstairs and to his room. His room was exactly the same: Star Wars collection and assorted video games. Abram still had the summer before heading off to college but it seemed that was no longer a possibility anymore considering the situation he was in.
I kept having to remind myself that I was here on assignment and not on a personal trip to rehash old memories. I was looking through some notebooks on his desk and then I caught somehting of interest. It was a note addressed to NTAC. A second note slipped from it and it was addressed to me. I put that one in my pocket. I then looked through the NTAC note.
My partner came upstairs and looked at the room.
"Kind of a Star Wars geek, wasn't he?"
I gave out a small smile. "The best of them usually are." I looked at Roy before he had time to react. "I was a Star Wars geek myself and I had a couple friends who were the same way."
"So what did you find?" he asked.
I gave him the note.
"It's short," I said. "But he makes his point and I happen to agree with him."
"Don't tell me you have a soft side for the Promicin takers," he responded.
Instead of replying, I let Roy read the note. "Thoughts?" I asked.
"Well he sure does get to the point like you said."
"And?"
"Milano, if you're looking for any sympathy you're not going to get it. This kid decided to ruin his own future. I mean look at this-" Roy pulled out some college folders. He continued,"Acceptance letters to TCU, Texas Tech, Texas A&M, HBU, San Antonio, Rochester, Yale, Baylor. This kid could have gone anywhere, yet instead he decided to give himself the Promicin shot and destroy it all."
"Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe he didn't ruin his future?" I asked. "He simply put the future of the world as his top priority instead of his own life.
"And what does an 18 year old know about saving the future?"
"A lot more than you realize. It doesn't take a genius to figure it all out. Just look at the world around you."
I could tell that Roy was getting angry but I had to continue. I had read his thoughts so I had to bring it all to the surface as a way of helping him.
"Now you need to realize something, Milano. Look around you, the world has been this way since the beginning. War, disease, famine, hatred- there has never been a time when the world has been at true peace nor will there be. Jordan Collier has even said it himself, "The war of the future will be faught in the past." Nothing can change what's always been."
"You're right, it has been this way since the beginning. History is constantly going in circles and repeating itself. Don't you think it's time for life to stop being predictable? And yes, Collier has mentioned a war but this war isn't about the Promicin positives versus the Anti's. It's a war to save the future."
"I don't get you, Rain Cove, why is this so important to you?"
"And why does is this making you so angry?"
"I'm not doing this. It's too late to see Eliot so we'll wrap up here and start fresh in the morning."
"Fine, go clean up downstairs and I'll put everything back here."
Roy just looked at me and then walked out of the room.
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