THE PROTECTED CRIMINALS

EPISODE 2

Kelvin, my roommate, was revealed as the light turned on. As he rushed onto his bed, I said, "Oh My God, you scared the crap out of me." “Secret service code 009, always be on the lookout." Kelvin laughed, revealing his pearly white teeth. "Did Sir Christopher also call you back?" He inquired as I sat in my bed on the right side of the room, while he sat on the left. I simply said, " Yeah." "Hmm," he muttered as I raised my eyes to him; he, too, raised his eyes to me, and we both grinned.

He sprang up from his bed, and I stood up as well, and we hugged. "I miss you, buddy," he exclaimed cheerfully.

"I miss you, too," I said, and we parted ways. "How's it doing in Heartrow?" He inquired of me. "It's fine in Heartrow; how about yours?" I responded with a question. He said, "My city is calm," and I nodded. In The Fittest, Kelvin is another certified spy and my best friend. I arrived at the institute before he did, and he started a week after I did. When the welfare units realized I didn't have a roommate, they paired us together. He's a black average-height man with little brown eyes; he's neither thin nor overweight; he's just normal.

When he first returned, he was one of those lethargic students, and he was only blended after Sir Christopher brutally reprimanded him for not being able to wield and throw a knife. He is the most skilled fighter we have, I said the most skilled fighter, not the best; I am still the best. What? You still don't believe me? Take it or leave it, I'm the best fighter in the world. "Do you have any clue what this task will entail?" As I came into our kitchen, which was essentially a self-contained room, I inquired. "Nope," Kelvin said, "Sir Christopher has said nothing about it." ”

"Who prepared this?" I inquired as I delivered the wet rice, knowing that only Kelvin could have prepared it because he is unable to cook. He tried to defend himself by saying, "I did, see, I cooked it that way because that is how I like to prepare my rice." "Oh my Jesus, you mean, just forget about it, there's no other way to eat it, I'm so hungry," I replied as I spooned rice into my lips. I screamed "Taar" as I spat it on the floor. "Did you fry it with the whole salt?" I inquired, but he only snarled and returned to his bed.

Kelvin had already gotten up and gone to the field, most likely to exercise when I awoke early on Saturday morning. I got up and peered through the window, which enabled the morning sun to reflect. He was on the field with Daniela and Hannah, just the three of them, as I suspected. Before running down to them, I hurriedly dressed in my thick black singlet and shorts. "Oh my goodness, Richard!!!!!" Daniela yelled and jumped on me as she dashed towards me. She was the first to notice me approaching them.

Hannah remained where she was, arm akimbo and twisting her mouth in the same manner Linda did, but she wasn't as attractive as Linda. "Hey, my Hannah," I said as I dropped Daniela and walked up to Hannah's location. "Don't touch me," she replied, her face frowning. "Why?" I inquired. "You said you'd arrive yesterday morning, so why haven't I seen you yet?" She inquired, her brow furrowed. I patted her shoulder and whispered, "Come off it, my love, you of all people should know how far Heartrow is."

Then you should have ridden the night bus the day before yesterday," she repeated. " Which bus is it? There is just one bus that runs from Heartrow to Downhill, the "slow and steady," as I smiled.

"Come here, dear," she whispered as she tightly hugged me. "It hasn't even been a week, and you already miss me this much," I replied as she continued to hug me tightly; believe me, I hugged her even more. Daniela interrupted the hug by saying, "Richard, you didn't hug me this long." "I'm sorry, sweetheart," I replied as I re-embraced Daniela after Hannah had broken the hug. "Enough with the hugs," she declared. The institute was sparse, due to the fact that new students had not yet been admitted and the previous sets, including myself, had completed their programs.

I, Daniela, James, Hannah, and Kelvin are among the few students in The Fittest who have arrived to receive their certificates or who will be handed responsibilities. As we finished our morning push-ups, Hannah exclaimed, "Richard, I got something for you." "You always have the gist," I told her, and she said she was fine with that. "I came into your lodge yesterday afternoon, Kelvin was the only one there, I don't know what compelled me to try the Unfortunate rice he prepared," Hannah remarked, laughing as I and Daniela did.

"At the very least, I'm better than the two of you who can't even boil water," Kelvin responded. Hannah and Daniel can't cook, and I won't lie, they can't cook.

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SIR CHRISTOPHER POV:

"This is your first mission, and it should not be taken lightly. It isn't a difficult case, as I correctly stated over the phone. Sir Christopher stated as he strolled around the small hall in which we all were wearing our black thick singlet and Shorts, "It's simply an investigative mission, just need you guys to help me check mate someone." On one side, Daniela and James stood together, while I, Kelvin, and Hannah stood together. "An investigation assignment may appear to be straightforward, yet it necessitates greater caution than other operations.

Sir Christopher spoke again, casting his eyes throughout the hall, and I felt his gaze settle on me for a brief moment. " Before leaping to conclusions, you should all conduct a thorough and cautious background investigation, a thorough and clean background investigation. It's important to note that none of this should compel you to reveal your true identity. Never divulge your identity in the hopes of completing your task quickly; a simple day mission could end up taking a year.

Now, I warned you that it may take weeks, and you should all be aware that it could take years.

The more time invested in a mission, the more precise the outcome. Sir Christopher stated again as he sat down and began working his small laptop, "I am not in a hurry for you to produce the results, all I need is a decent outcome." "Because this is your first assignment, I'd prefer someone with expertise to lead you, which is why I took the time to bring back one of my students who had completed a long time ago." Sir Christopher mumbled something, and the hall door creaked open almost instantly. " Joseph!!!" exclaimed the crowd. As the new guy went into the corridor, I yelled.

"What are you doing here, Richard?" Joseph inquired innocently as he dressed in black shorts and a singlet like the rest of us, the only difference being that he was carrying a sword on his back, which happened to be in its s—-t. I rushed over to him and drew out his left hand, where the Fittest mark was visible on his wrist. "So you're a spy?" I inquired as he nodded. He laughed as he said, "You're also a spy," and we hugged.

" Hey, Joseph, I sense some sort of reunion going on here, have you guys met before?" Sir Christopher enquired, and Joseph nodded. While sir Christopher adjusted his glasses, Joseph replied, "We actually caught the same bus from Heartrow to Downhill." "How did you end yourself in Heartrow?" Sir Christopher inquired, not anticipating an answer. "My research work," Joseph repeated, but Sir Christopher ignored him. Sir Christopher stood by Joseph and stated, "So this is Joseph, he completed his program about a year ago and he had successfully completed 6 investigatory missions much like the one you are about to embark on."

"Now to the mission proper," Sir Christopher remarked as he proceeded to the front of the auditorium, where there was a large screen operated by a remote on a tiny table in front of the hall. Sir Christopher began, "Here is Mr. Emmanuel Adam, a primary school teacher," as the screen presented a clear image of the so-called Mr. Emmanuel Adam, an elderly man in his fifties. Sir Christopher added, "Mr. Emmanuel Adam, a primary school teacher," and we all burst out laughing, including Joseph. "What makes you think we should look into a primary school teacher?"

I inquired of Sir Christopher, who was still chuckling. "Because a primary school teacher shouldn't be living in this kind of mansion," Sir Christopher explained as the image on the screen shifted to a stunning mansion exclusively accessible to wealthy businessmen.