Morgan would get the agreement the next day. He returned to his building. It was open, and the janitors were cleaning the mess. The apartment owners collected half the money for building repair and maintenance from the residents.
Morgan waited half the night before he could enter his apartment. When he did, his flat was not liveable. He could only sleep there. But the sleep would not be as relaxing as before. The bed was broken.
All the other gadgets and appliances were destroyed too. He took the mattress out of the bed and played it on the floor. Fortunately, the floor had some smooth areas. He took a long and relaxing sleep.
The next day...
He woke up lazily. Since his alarm clock was broken, he couldn't wake up on time. He turned on his barely working phone. He looked at the time displayed on the cracked screen.
It was 2 pm. He lazily freshened up. He looked at himself in the mirror. He thought, "Thank god, at least the bathroom is fine."
The aluminium door of the bathroom was crushed, but all was fine inside the bathroom.
He hadn't changed into a night dress that night. He was in a shirt, pants, and tie all the time. He changed into a casual t-shirt and shorts followed by a pendant on his neck.
A call came on his phone. He carefully picked it up. The call was from Tom. He was called at the railway station. The call ended, and he saved Tom's contact.
He took out his SIM card from his phone and threw away his destroyed phone. He wore a pair of sneakers and tied its lace. He tucked off all the dirt from the sneakers and looked ahead.
He looked ahead towards his new life as an Interpol officer. He detested Tom a lot. He now respects Tom a lot. He had an enthusiastic glow in his eyes, an innocent smile and a drop of sweat that fell from his forehead because of the heat.
He stood up and took steps ahead, leaving this house and the past behind. He had some regrets about leaving such a relaxed life but the favour of Tom and admiration for him suppressed those small bits of regrets.
As he walked downstairs, he thought about his future life. About whom he would meet in the coming days and what missions he would go to.
He thought of those agent movies where they went on secret missions to save the world from underground evils.
He cleared his mind as he took a taxi to the railway station. He had no luggage. Nothing to take. The only things he cared about were the clothes that he wore, the purse he had, and the pendant on his neck.
The purse was inside one of the pockets of his shorts. He checked everything and looked at the city one last time, knowing that he might never return.
He got out of the taxi and paid the driver. He entered the railway. He used to go to the office from this station. He never looked around the station much.
The station was full of people. People were spread at every corner of the station. Announcements of lost children and robberies were common in this station.
He searched Tom around the station. He was almost crushed by the crowd. After a few hours of struggle, the station got emptier, and he finally found Tom.
Tom was standing alongside Charles. They were having a casual conversation. Morgan approached by asking, "Tom, where are we going?"
Tom replied, "You're here? I thought you ran away."
Tom's reply was followed by a moment of silence.
Tom continued with a faint smile, "See ya. I'll be leaving now."
Morgan, confused, asked, "Wh-what are you talking about? Aren't we going together?"
Tom coughed and said in his usual deep voice, "Sorry but no. We are completely different when it comes to the field of work. You are to work as an agent of the 1st division led by Mike."
Morgan said, "B-but, weren't you appointing me?"
Tom said, "No, my work was to force you in case you disagree with joining Interpol. The one appointing you is Charles."
Morgan asked, "Can't we work together?"
Tom shouted at him, "Stop acting like a child!"
Morgan shouted back, "I won't. Because I take you as a mentor figure."
Tom said calmly, "I understand your emotions. But emotion isn't something that works in Interpol. If you want to work with me, just get better ranks.
But for that, you have to join the 1st division. I won't say more. Also, we can meet often. It's not like we are not allowed to meet each other."
Morgan almost released tears but managed to control it. He said, "I was a lazy office worker with a bad temper. But why am I getting affected by emotions? At least answer that one question."
Tom said, "I can't tell much about your personality since we met recently. But I know one thing. People change. Only a trigger is required to change a person completely. But there is one personality that remains deep within.
Maybe, just maybe, you're getting near to your inner personality. I can't say much since I'm not a wise man. Remember one thing: no matter what, don't get as gloomy as you were a few days ago.
Okay, I'll go now. Charles, even though I don't like you one bit, will you do me one favour?"
Charles, who was looking the other way, not wanting to spoil their farewell, looked at them and said to Tom, "What's it?"
Tom said, "Will you be a mentor of Morgan and teach him the ropes?"
Charles replied, "I'll see that." He stopped and spoke again after a while. He said, "You're getting late."
Tom put both his hands on Morgan's shoulders and said, "Morgan, from now on, you're working under him. Just sign the agreement he gives you and you'll be done."
Morgan replied, "Well, okay. I don't think I can argue and win against you."
They exchanged a few more words of farewell. Tom left the station. The train arrived. They rode the train.
On the train...
Morgan asked Charles, "By the way, where are we going?"
Charles replied, "We are going to the Golden Frost Village. The village of the Dillard monks."
To be Continued...