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Date Posted: 18:01:18 04/21/04 Wed
Author: Madison
Subject: Misadventures 8
In reply to: Madison 's message, "Misadventures in Section" on 16:17:14 03/22/04 Mon

�So, I hear you did not take to driving as well as we�d hoped,� Madeline said in a voice that almost sounded amused.

�Not exactly,� I said, carefully pouring milk into my tea and avoiding her eyes.

�Yes. Well, it�s something to work on. Perhaps you can devote some more time to it now that your numbers in munitions have come up.�

�Er, maybe,� I said. �But James mentioned something about shipping me off to German boot camp�� I realized I shouldn�t have mentioned anything about German, from beer to bratwurst to Berlin, in front of Madeline. I felt all my nerves crumble as her eyes darkened.

�James is right. Your numbers in German have been consistently less than satisfactory,� Madeline said darkly. I swallowed hard. �However, I did not ask you here to scold you about your performance in German. I understand that tomorrow is your sixteenth birthday.�

I jerked my eyes up, and spilled a significant amount of tea into my saucer. �It is!� I exclaimed, realizing that I had completely lost track of the date. �Right, I�ll be sixteen.�

�And it�s also getting close to seven month of training for you, isn�t it?�

�It�s been a while,� I said vaguely. The thought of my stretch of time underground in Section made me miss my family, and what I�d be doing for my birthday. Sweet Sixteen. A small party with just my family, spaghetti and cake. And presents. Cards would come from my aunts and uncles, some with money and some with funny foreign stamps: the usual. It wasn�t very exciting, but it seemed that it would have been the most wonderful thing in the world�

�In any event, we�ve arranged a gift. Tomorrow, you will be allowed outside of Section, under James�s supervision, of course�.� Madeline began.

�Outside of Section? As in, like, outside? Sunlight? Snow?� I excitedly interjected.

�Yes, all of that. So I suggest you choose an appropriate outfit for the weather. It will be below zero tomorrow.�

�Celsius or Fahrenheit?� I asked, feeling rather suspicious.

�It will be negative ten Celsius tomorrow, but sunny. I�ll take you to wardrobe presently to choose an outfit,� Madeline got up and I followed her out of her office and through numerous hallways to wardrobe. It was a warehouse-like room, with racks and racks and racks of clothing in every color, cut, style, and size imaginable. Wardrobe was nothing short of the dress-up box from heaven. Madeline led me to a smaller rack near the front. �I�ve chosen a few things I think will help. Take your time, but you need to meet with James before dinner.�

�Madeline, why are you being so nice to me?� I asked as she turned to leave.

�You�ve been doing good work, despite almost wrecking two automobiles and your rather dismal German proficiency, and you deserve a vacation. Happy birthday, Erika,� she said, not unkindly, and then she left me to make some choices.

I tried everything on the rack. I ended up with a dark denim pencil skirt, a chocolate brown cashmere turtleneck sweater, some brown leather boots (the knee-high kind with a tall heel, ones my mother would have never let me near) and a cherry red fitted wool coat. I chose a cool silver watch and a pair of what looked like diamond studs and necklace: my first jewelry in a long time. With sunglasses and a matching bag, I thought I looked quite grown-up and sophisticated (even if I slipped up in the heels on occasion). But I changed back into my Section-garb (a neat pair of pants and blouse: both black) and carefully put my new, colorful, outfit into my quarters.

I was so giddy with the prospect of leaving of Section I couldn�t sleep. I stayed up half the night, trying to remember as vividly as possible how sunshine felt. When I grudgingly got up at five for my morning workout, I was dazed with sleeplessness and excitement. I blindly put on my running shorts, and had to change my shoes three times because I was putting them on the wrong feet. I staggered out the door and found my way to the track. I started to stretch and watched the other recruits and operatives while they ran. James ran around the bend of the track and slowed so I could join him. I had just made it to five miles the week before; which was a big deal after seven months work.

�What are you doing up? I thought you were going to have a sleep-in this morning,� James asked.

�What! I don�t have to be here?!� I stopped dead in my tracks on the track, starting a bit of a traffic jam.

�Madeline didn�t tell you?�

�No,� I said angrily. �Was anyone? Why didn�t you last night?�

�I thought Madeline told you.�

�Duh,� I said. �Can I go back to bed now?�

�No, only because you now have to explain to all these people why you�re holding up their workouts,� James said.

I turned around and faced the small crowd of about ten people standing behind me. �Uh, sorry folks. Little bit of, um, miscommunication. I apologize for any, uh, inconvenience this may have caused,� I said sheepishly. I then turned around and began to run as fast as I could down the track, as a small penance. And to avoid getting pummeled by an angry mob of operatives, but I hoped they might have forgiven me. James ran after me. We ran together for two laps, and then I started walking. It was less than expected usually, but I reckoned that since I wasn�t supposed to be there that morning, I could take it easier.

�Hey, Erika, we�re done,� James said to me.

�Oh, right,� I said, somewhat startled.

�You were in quite a reverie just then.�

�I didn�t sleep well. Too excited,� I said.

�Well, go get ready. You have an hour, and you need to see Walter, OK?�

�Yeah, no problem.� I checked my watch. �I�ll meet you at egress at seven-thirty?�

�No, I�ll meet you at Munitions at seven-thirty.�

I nodded and ran to my quarters. I took a little extra care in getting ready. I combed my hair into a nice barrette, instead of forcing it into a haphazard lump on the top of my head. I brushed mascara over my eyelashes and pink gloss over my lips. I polished my nails cherry red. I dressed, making sure the seams of the skirt were straight and the sweater was lint-free. In my tall boots and tailored coat I felt and looked older, but I also felt like I was playing dress-up. It felt fake, but I ignored the feeling and spritzed a bit of spicy-sweet perfume onto my neck.

�Wow! Honey, you are looking sweet,� Walter said as I walked into Munitions.

�I am too young for you to be saying things like that to me,� I playfully scolded him.

�You�re getting older all the time, Honey.�

�Listen, you dirty old man, I won�t even be legal for two years and then, well, you wouldn�t even have a chance. Wish me happy birthday?�

�Happy birthday. I wish I had something for you now, but I understand you�re getting quite a present from Madeline and James.�

�Yeah, a one-day-only get out of jail free card. Which I understand, you have things to give me.�

�Honey, I doubt this is a get out of jail free card. Nothing in Section is ever free,� Walter whispered scornfully as he fussed with a few gadgets on his table. �Here, your wallet, loaded with a credit card and ID. Today you are Erica Johnson, American, eighteen years old.�

�Helps to make me a legal adult. But I can�t pass for eighteen, no way.�

�Sure you can, but only if you don�t get into too much trouble. Your babbling can be a dead giveaway, so keep your yap shut. And here is your cell phone; do not lose it. Press three for three seconds, and you�ll be routed to James.� Walter said, suddenly all business. �If you press seven for three seconds, you�ll get routed directly to Birkoff. Only use it if you�re really in trouble. Like you�re ambushed by terrorists, or you�re caught in a hostage situation. But, you really shouldn�t run into that.�

�I shouldn�t think so,� I said, both skeptical of Walter�s worst case scenarios and terrified that he might be right.

�Hey Kid!� Birkoff said, as he entered Munitions unexpectedly. �Happy birthday!�

�Thanks, Birkoff. You know, I am, like, older now. Can I not be �Kid� now?�

�No chance,� he said. He lowered his voice. �Heard you are going out. Listen, be careful. This is all a little out of the ordinary.�

�How much out of the ordinary?� Walter asked, eyebrow raised.

�Doesn�t a first-year trainee being let out of Section set of alarms to you?� Birkoff said.

�It has. Is there anything strange on the Intel? Because I haven�t noticed anything.�

�Not really, it�s just strange. Maybe you should take a rain check on this one, Kid.�

�No way! I�ve been stuck in here for seven months. I�m going nuts, and now I have the chance to see some sunshine and I get my parade rained on because you two have a funny feeling? I don�t think so!� I exclaimed.

�Erika��

�No. I�m getting out of here. James is going to be with me. I�ll be fine. If you get Intel that I�m going to be attacked by terrorists, text me,� I said briskly, grabbing my cell phone and wallet and jamming them into my bag.

�Oh, this can only end badly�� I head Birkoff say to Walter as I stormed off. I ignored it; I was getting out, no matter what.

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