Log 1 Matter | Antimatter by Selina Brown Page A

an inner door was opened and his handler invited him in.
Jamie walked in and sat, hearing the door click behind him.
    “Jamie, thank you for coming.”
    For a moment the thudding of his heart and
labored breathing drowned out everything else but he forced himself
to calm down and relax. This wouldn’t be the end of the world, just
the end of fun.
    A few laughed and he realized he’d broadcast
that.
    As he flushed slightly, his handler grinned
at him. “Relax, Jamie. You’ve passed.” He walked over, touched his
face, which shifted into a new shape, and held out his hand. “I’m
Simon by the way. I was going to say welcome to the Aryan Military
Black Ops Division but I think welcome to the fun may be more
appropriate.”
    Jamie breathed out, took Simon’s freckled
hand gratefully, and let out a laugh. Simon was a warlord, no
wonder he had to use the face shifting tech. The ceremony was
quiet, only him, Simon and several officials. His eyes widened when
his father walked in, pride glowing on his face.
    “Jamie Livio Raner, you are one of the
Sentinel Program called the Dragon’s Teeth.”
    His heart swelled. It was an older order with
much mystery—one that, apparently, his father was a part of.
     

Sub-Log V
     
    “Listen to this. A PuG has been created.”
    “There hasn’t been one for a thousand
years.”
    Jamie almost laughed remembering Marc’s
rendition of Maya cruising in the Cardinal Unit asking for a fill
of Chaos to churn out a PuG. He glanced at the newly initiated
black ops team. He was to work solo and/or in command, and hadn’t
received the attache offer Marc had spoken of. In fact, he hadn’t
heard any more about it until that very morning. He heard his
desktop beep from his chair in the common room and walked into his
room, scanning it first, and checked his messages. His assignment
was in.
    “What the crap?” Jamie was fuming. “A damned
babysitting mission.” He almost left the organization.
    As if feeling a disturbance in Jamie’s
general energy, his handler visited him. “Jamie.”
    “Simon.” Habit made him polite.
    The redhead smiled, his real pale face and
freckles well known to Jamie now. Simon looked around. “You’ve
already packed up your room. You are either keen or don’t like your
assignment.”
    “It’s a babysitting mission.” His voice
betrayed his disgust.
    “It is. Let me tell you about it before you
leave.” Simon closed the door, activated a Bulwark Mark Six, and
launched into a description of the mission.
    Jamie’s mouth gaped open. “And you want me to
look after her security?”
    Simon nodded. “You will have all the
resources you want, and however many people you need. Full security
teams. You’ll be liaising with all Aryan agencies, queens and
kings, and the Cradle Warlords. You need to meet her adopted
family. They aren’t what they seem, and Marc is going to become her
‘brother’. She cannot know who she is.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “There are strict instructions from Maya via
the CU. She is to be raised by Inferors, below Avatara…”
    Jamie stiffened a little and cracked a
finger.
    “In time she will know but that’s not your
job.” Simon glanced down at Jamie’s hands. “I thought you had that
under control.”
    Jamie ignored his comment but surged with
annoyance again, his nice illusion destroyed. He cracked his
knuckles and snapped, saying, “I may leave so who cares?”
    “Jamie—”
    He lifted his hand to stop Simon. “But she’s
a Pure-Gen.”
    “You will have full access to the
instructions. We are … cheating the Maya.”
    Jamie thought quickly while also thinking
about what jobs he could do with his current qualifications.
“Because you are installing Aether beings to be her family.”
    Simon nodded and leaned back. “Only three in
the AG know of what we do, half the Warlords, highest level
AMs.”
    “So … government, military, and warlords, and
Energy-matter Beings?” He’d have to work five years for the