“Follow me” I looked over and I realised Haddik was looking at me. I began to get up and the peacekeeper saw me, in his eyes I must have been a refugee vermin in my rags that are too big for me. I saw the surprise on his face as he leaned over to Haddik, I knew the question he had asked.
“Who is this half starved boy?” the general responded quickly, and a look of wonder slowly formed on the peacekeeper’s face and then he looked at me and saluted. The general glanced at me and said.
“What are you waiting for?, Follow me.” as I began to move I realised that everyone was staring at me. I began to feel embarrassed but when I remembered who my dad was, I straightened my back and I confidently followed the general into the UN building.
I followed the general through the double doors in between two guards posted in front of the UN building, as I walked into the UN building it seemed as if the world changed before my eyes, the dark sky from the pollution of New York was replaced with a white ceiling so bright it hurt to look at it and I could not smell ass or the stink of unwashed bodies instead it was a smell that could only be described as nothing other than a miracle. As I stood about clearly gaping at the majesty of the scenery before me when I was suddenly grabbed by two soldiers (not peacekeepers soldiers) and they put something over my head as well as blindfolding me.
“Wait” I said, but I then feel the prick of a needle entering the back of my neck and I could hear faint arguing in the background as I slid into blackness.
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I woke to the sound of a door closing, my eyes opened briefly and when I saw General Haddik I quickly closed my eyes. I then heard a chair screech across the floor as I heard the general's deep voice “You can't fool me open your eyes and sit up”
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I quickly realized that I couldn't fool the general “What happened?, I thought I was your guest”
“You are” the general quickly responded, “But some of my “coworkers” and I don’t exactly see eye to eye on …..issues.”
“So what, this was just a isolated ‘oh i'm sorry we just tranquilized your guest’, everyday incident.” The general was a little less than satisfied with how it was going and I realized I needed to play my cards right “But sir is everything back on schedule?” The general seemed to think that the problem was closed.
“Well yes I believe this is all, we will be moving you to your quarters...and get ready.” A question began to form in my mind
“Where am I?” the general responded with a light of success in his eye
“The I.P.S.C Command Training Facility in the blessed USA. Let’s just say you already know more than what ninety-nine percent of the world know, now let's have some guards escort you to your room shall we?”
I then walked out escorted by two soldiers carrying rifles in a relaxed position into a hallway filled with paintings of historic leaders from Eisenhower to MacArthur and Robert E. Lee to General George S. Patton. As I was led down the pristine white hallways to my room I noticed something and as I looked at my neck I saw what looked to be a dog tag, I hadn’t seen or felt it with all the chaos caused during my arrival. Stopping I looked down to read what was on the tag, but as I stopped the soldier quickly grabbed my arm.
“Keep moving soldier we’re on a tight schedule”, there was no hostility in his voice as it was just a command. I moved forward and then turned at a corner into a hallway with doors to my right and left.
“Right this way” a soldier was quickly moving forward urging me to follow him as I scanned the room numbers, 50...37...22...13...6 and then we stopped at 1. The soldier opened the door “Go in there and wash up and change quickly there is a meeting in 30 minutes.