Page 51 of Infiltrated

You didn’t have to. I pick up on the emotions. Let's get this shit handled. Yeah?

Yeah.I sighed.Let’s fuck shit up.

Charlie

I knew she was annoyed,angry, and overall underwhelmed by this stupid city and all it represents. I felt the same, I cannot pretend otherwise but what kept me going was the thought that soon I will be closer to what I needed, and boy, was I going to fucking get it.

We pulled up to the gate of the academy, you wouldn’t even know it was an academy really. It was in the middle of the forest with big black gates for fuck’s sake, it could have been the house of some creepy vampire for all we knew. There were guards stationed at the sides of the gates, you wouldn’t see them at first, but I guess you can’t be a shadow if you couldn’t blend in. We pulled up and sat on the bikes, making them approach us, their look of obvious disbelief when we took off our helmets was comical.

“You sure you are in the right place, ladies?” the guard asked, not unkindly, one point to him. We said nothing as we gave him our identification and our passes. Their eyes bugged out a little when they saw our passes.

Another guard cleared this throat. “Well, uh, I guess you are. We do have to search your bags, it’s protocol.” He looked at us like a teenager who wanted to look at panties.

“Actually it's protocol to check our person if warranted, which admittedly probably makes you more excited, but I highly doubt it warranted,” I said smoothly, leaning forward, my legs on either side of my bike, my forearms on the handle bars. “So what’s the excuse? It’s too early for this shit and we still gotta go get dressed and meet at the training grounds in forty-five minutes so make shit quick or get the fuck out of our way.”

“Who the fuck do you—”

“I’m Ellie, and if you finish that sentence, I will make you fucking regret it.” I narrowed my eyes, disrespect will never be acceptable and prejudice even less with me.

“Benson, cut that shit out, it's too early for this bullshit,” the other guard said, rubbing his head.

“Ladies you are clear, looks like you were vouched for by the top Elite team, that's admirable. I look forward to getting to know you. My name is Julian, I will be one of your instructors along with Dimitri, Luca, Etienne, and Dante.” He smiled genuinely, one of those infectious smiles that had Pix and I smiling back. He raised his hands and the gates opened.

“I will see you soon. I hear from the instructors that”—he winked—“the first day is the hardest.” I laughed.

“I’m looking forward to it,” I replied, putting my helmet back on, revving in my bike and moving forward, sticking my middle finger out at Benson as we drove by. The sound of Julian’s laughter followed.

We followed the path we memorized and pulled in front of our buildings, parked our bikes, putting a protection spell on them, while we took our backpacks toward the accommodations. We had already manipulated them so we would be closer to the exits and the boys, so we quickly found our shared room and used our special keys that Luca gave us the day before to get in.

For a room in a warrior academy, it was nicer than I thought. I’m not sure why I pictured a dark and dank room with a couple of cots. Two beds, an en-suite shower, a couple of desks, plush carpeting. Honestly, it was unremarkable, just a lot more than I expected. I closed the door behind us and started the settle in.

“This is nicer than I thought it would be,” Pixie echoed my thoughts as she threw her bag on a bed, and I grinned.

“Yeah, I was thinking the same.” I went to the bathroom to wash my face and noticed all our extra things were already in the room.

“Looks like the guys are already here.” I pointed at our equipment. “We have thirty minutes, let’s set up the security cameras before we get dressed and head out.”

We worked quickly before we turned to our dressers and went to grab our uniforms.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“This is a joke, right?” growled Pixie. I shook my head, taking in the tight Lycra material and long sleeved crop top, I looked in the closet and at least there were combat boots.

“I guess with the other women being here they wanted to show them off to their future husbands, although to be perfectly honest, this is a sexual harassment issue waiting to happen.”

I pulled on the uniform, and I meant that literally, I was curvy, damnit. I choked as I looked at Pixie in her outfit. We wear leather and crop tops on the regular, we train in shorts and sports bra, but these outfits were literally like being butt ass naked and someone painting us with black ink. I ordered our sizes but a size or two up might have stopped our breast from looking like a fucking meal.

“Yeah, if you look like that, I don’t even want to know what the fuck I look like in this shit. At least it covers our new ink.” I sighed, bending over to pull on my boots, when I felt Pixie come up behind me and smack my ass. She giggled and I rolled my eyes as I turned over.

“You look hot as fuck, bright side is the boys will probably die of a heart attack.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around me and brought me in for a kiss. I leaned my forehead against hers after, and sighed.

“Ready?” I asked, looking at the time. We had ten minutes to get to the training grounds.

“Yup, we got this, Ellie, one step at a time. We get in, infiltrate the school, then the Elite teams, and then get closer to the Council. We got this.” I laughed.

“Well, when you put it like that, I guess we are almost done.” She stuck out her tongue in response and we walked out of the room.

The halls were empty, I’m sure the other members were already there, eager beavers. We walked quickly, taking a quick right straight onto the grounds. Another benefit, the training grounds are behind the instructor quarters. A brief three-minute walk later, we stood outside a huge black domed building.

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