Chapter 4 Waiting...Her Least Favorite Part

As Sweetie Pie approached the structure where the others had landed, she slid. She ran up the stairs after making a clicking noise to locate the door. Felton was waiting for her at the top. "So, genius, how are you going to keep Beatriz from shooting you simply because you stepped in and she's nervous?" He enquired of her.

He was pushed aside by Sweetie Pie. She made it to the entrance to the room where the others were, but slipped and fell, knocking Felton out. "Oops."

"You okay, dumbass?" he said after picking her up and dusting her down.

"HEY! DON'T THINK OF CALLING ME A DUMBASS!" Chantelle, Beatriz, and Kyron were having a chat when something happened.

Kyron's gaze narrowed once again. "Who are you?" he said, his gaze falling on the two of them.

'Felton? Isn't she a creepy girl? 'Who the hell are you?' Kyron pondered, but Beatriz appeared to recognize them, so he knew he could trust them for the time being.

With a raised eyebrow, Chantelle disregarded the interruption and continued her talk with Kyron "Of course they are. That's why I'll see them again tomorrow. And it's so difficult for me to berate myself, therefore I was hoping you might assist me."

Kyron blinked slightly as he turned his focus to Chantelle. "Do you want me to strike you? I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. You may, however, inquire of her," he made a gesture in the direction of Beatriz.

"Are you going back?" With a shake of her head, Beatriz expressed her dissatisfaction with the situation. "No, no, no, no. You're most certainly not!"

Beatriz received an imploring glance from Chantelle. "I have to return. I'm tearing them apart from the inside out. I need to be...well...on the inside to be able to accomplish this. Don't be concerned about me. I've been doing this for six years. I'm capable of looking for myself."

"Sweetie Pie Usamarik, lovely to meet you!" Sweetie Pie turned to Kyron. She gave a kind grin.

"Oh, so that's your name kid," Beatriz said to Sweetie Pie, ignoring Chantelle. She had heard Felton mention it before, but she had wanted to know her new friend's entire name.

Beatriz caught Sweetie Pie's gaze. "Do not refer to me as a 'child.' I'm sixteen years old. I should be old enough to no longer be considered a 'child.'"

"I'm seventeen years old! Felton is nineteen years old." Beatriz gave her a kind grin.

Sweetie Pie smiled and nodded. "And this guy?" she said, pointing to the other individual in the room.

"Ask him," Beatriz murmured, her gaze falling on him.

"Kyron Orumakan. I'm nineteen years old." With a gentle smirk, Kyron responded.

Chantelle hurled herself out the nearest window when she realized she was getting no compassion or aid.

Kyron's attention was snatched when Chantelle walked by him. 'What the hell is going on?!' Kyron dashed over to the window and peeked out as he heard it break. "What's going on?! What on earth was she thinking?" He yelled, his eyes darting across to the others.

Chantelle had a relatively easy time surviving the fall. With a sigh, she pushed herself up, holding a broken arm and a bloodied face. Beatriz tried to catch up to Chantelle, but it was too late. Chantelle had already vanished into the darkness.

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Chantelle made it back to the Manhattan branch headquarters in the end. It was a really uninspiring structure. It was just three stories tall, and it was the same structure where the first Powerful was created many years before. The agency's nuts and bolts were primarily on the lowest floor. There was a cafeteria and a lounge for resident agents. This floor also housed the sick bay and the medical search section. In the back, there were vacant holding cells for the seized Powerful. On this floor, there were just three bed rooms, and they were all taken. One of the renters was Chantelle.

The residential quarters were primarily on the second story. The majority of the agent rooms were small. Although not all of them had their own toilets, the complex did provide communal bathrooms and a few showers. The superiors, the agents' bosses, had offices here as well. Each superior had his or her own office, and they all met in one large conference room. On the floor were also the archives of all tests and captured Powerful. They were from the commencement of the government-sponsored experiments.

The third floor was the largest. It was merely divided into two sections. The research section took up half of the first level. This section dealt with the creation of new weaponry and machinery for the agents. The other half was designated as a training facility. To avoid training agents from disturbing the scientist, the walls were four times the normal thickness. On this floor, there was also an armory. The majority of the weaponry were outdated, yet they were available to all agents.

Chantelle returned to her first-floor room after having her arm set and her scrapes and bruises treated to in the sick bay. She ultimately submitted her report, which reads as follows:

"Agent Corbin's plan to have me rush to the Powerful's safety was ingenious, but we were vastly overpowered." My target instructed me to drop my knife and raise my hands in the air before I could even ask for aid. He then instructed me to inform him where the other agents were. He said that if I did not point them out, he would unleash his abilities throughout the entire region, killing them as well as any civilians who were out late at night. I informed them where the others were for the sake of the civilians. To destroy them, he unleashed some sort of ice and wind power. But just as he was about to murder me, our reinforcements arrived. He snatched my collar and dragged me along after them. To bring them to a building, he entrusted a flier. There were two more people. They were astute in not revealing their true identities. They interrogated me about our intentions, threatening to kill me if I didn't answer. They defamed me when I refused to tell them. I dashed away as quickly as I could before they could confirm my death."

Chantelle laid her pen on the table and went through the report with her eyes. It's smooth, however the section about her protecting civilians sounded a touch heavy-handed. They were also unable to pin this one on her. The bosses were clueless. They had no idea she was powerful. The physicians restricted Chantelle to her lodgings due to her injuries. They probably wouldn't utilize her again for a few days. Waiting was her least favorite part of the process.