Page 34 of Resistant

I slow down a few paces separating myself from the guard, lean into her personal space, and whisper “Angel.” She looks shocked and I see beautiful clear green eyes shining at me. I hesitate half a step under her gaze, and subtly shake my head. No one can know how gone I am for this woman. I turn and walk into the office.

The superintendent’s job function is similar to a prison warden. This one is fairly new, assigned to the southern camp about six months ago. He’s an older wiry looking man, tough like beef jerky, but not nearly as pleasant.

In my experience, he can be crude and is hard with people around him. Sometimes I hear the guards grumbling about him as they pass through the hallway outside my lab.

He wears his gray hair slicked back away from his face, and as he glances at me, he smiles, but it feels more like a sneer.

I prepare myself for whatever is coming, and the door shuts behind me. He makes a show of closing a folder in front of him and gestures to a chair across the desk from him.

“6547, have a seat. We have a proposition for you.”

I raise an eyebrow, pause for a moment and sit as he ordered, and wait.

“It seems that you have made much progress this week after your reward in the stocks.” He smirks.

He continues, “The powers that be have decided that an arrangement needs to be made to speed up your efforts to reach a satisfactory outcome.”

“What kind of arrangement are we talking about? And what type of outcome are they hoping for?”

The superior is interrupted from answering by the door opening and a guard gripping my Angel by the upper arm who roughly pushes her inside. She stumbles over her own feet, and I clench my fists and stuff down my anger. An altercation won’t help either of us.

I turn back towards the superior and ask again, “What kind of arrangement?”

He sits back in his chair, looking back and forth between my Angel and me. I glance at her again, she is trembling and looking at her feet. I want her to look at me. I want to pound the face of the guard holding her. I school my face into a mask of indifference.

“There’s another section of the camp, it’s former military base housing that was recently combined into the perimeter of the southern camp.

Some of the more elite of the resistance are housed there, in exchange for information and other services that the Reform requires. We’d like you to move there, with 8765; she can assist you in setting up your lab and help you continue your work.

She does not have your background, but she’s astute enough to help you. You’ll be supplied food, 8765 can care for you and yourhome.” He smirks again.

“If she doesn’t work out, she’ll be sent back here to work in the greenhouses during the day and you can keep her around nights to fuck. There will be armed guards surrounding the property at all times.”

My Angel whimpers and I look over seeing tears fall down her face. I can’t see her eyes; she’s shut them tightly.Fuck, she’s falling apart.

I fix my gaze on the superior.

“I have conditions, I have clothing supplied by the Reform as favors, but she will need clothing. And she must agree to this. I’d like to talk to her alone for a moment.”

He interrupts me and waves a hand carelessly in front of his face, like swatting at an irritating bug.

“I’ll agree to your terms, but she must choose now.”

I look over at my angel, and she’s staring at me, her tears have left tracks in the dirt on her face. But she stopped crying.

She looks pissed off, and something else.Is she turned on? Fucking naughty, my Angel.She looks at my face and her eyes are the most vibrant green I’ve ever seen. She turns to the superior and nods.

He smiles, claps his hands together, and exclaims,

“Well, there we have it, I expect great things from you 6547. You’ll gather your things, including her.” he nods at my Angel.

“The guards will escort you both over to your new housing in two days.”

It occurs to me, as I leave the staff wing that he never answered my question about the Reform’s desired outcome.

Key

Declan

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