Chapter 375: The Missing Operative

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The morning sunlight streamed through the limousine’s tinted windows as Marcus navigated the familiar route back to Hudson Heights Educational Academy. I found myself reflecting on the previous evening, despite the uncomfortable burning sensation that had accompanied Alexis’s latest experiment with diluted hydrochloric acid. At least the discomfort had been worth it. Both my Pain Resistance and Poison Resistance had advanced to Level 4 after processing the acid, bringing my defensive capabilities to a new threshold. The improvement was significant enough that I could probably survive exposure to substances that would have been fatal just days earlier. But I definitely didn’t want a repeat of last night’s digestive adventure. Despite the experimental torture Alexis had put me through, the evening had been genuinely wonderful. Sitting around the dinner table with all four of them, sharing the details of my investigation at the school, seeing their genuine interest and engagement with the dangers I was facing - it had felt like the kind of normal domestic life that my career had never really allowed me to experience. The way they had listened, asked intelligent questions, and offered their own insights had reminded me why I cared so much about protecting what we had built together. Sienna’s quiet but perceptive observations, Camille’s somewhat wishful thinking, Evelyn’s analytical approach, and Alexis’s medical perspective had all contributed to a more comprehensive understanding of the threats I was dealing with. I wished moments like that could last forever. The warmth, the laughter, the sense of belonging somewhere with people who genuinely cared about my wellbeing - it was everything I had never realized I wanted until I found it. But reality had a way of intruding on perfect moments, and today I was heading back into a situation where trained killers were debating the best way to murder me in a building full of children. The limousine pulled into the visitor parking area, and Marcus brought the vehicle to a smooth stop in the same location we had used the previous day. I could see the same carefully positioned operatives maintaining their cover identities while providing overlapping security coverage. Their presence was reassuring, but I knew that if things went wrong inside the building, there would be a significant delay before external support could reach me. "Thank you, Marcus," I said as he opened the rear door for me. "Same arrangement as yesterday?" "Of course, Mr. Vale. I’ll be waiting right here when you’re ready to leave." I walked across the campus grounds toward the main entrance, nodding politely to various staff members and early-arriving students who recognized me from the previous day. Word of my impromptu substitute teaching session had apparently spread throughout the school community, because several students approached me with questions about my background and experiences. "Mr. Vale, is it true you’ve been to over fifty countries?" asked a young girl who couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. "Closer to 10, actually," I replied with a smile. "But, each one taught me something different about the world and about myself." "What was the most dangerous place you’ve ever been?" asked another student, this one a teenage boy with the kind of eager curiosity that reminded me why educational outreach was important. "Europe," I said quickly. "No where in particular, but Europe is where I’ve been in the most amount of conflicts." As I continued fielding questions from curious students, I pulled out the schedule Principal Whitfield had given me to check the details of my first appointment. What I saw made me pause mid-stride. The classroom I was scheduled to visit belonged to a teacher named Damon Trev. This was perfect. Finally, I would get to meet the mysterious second operative that Milan had mentioned. The fact that Milan didn’t know much about him had been concerning, but at least now I would be able to put a face to the name and assess his capabilities for myself. I followed the directions on my schedule through the academic building, but as I got deeper into the facility, I noticed that the corridor I was looking for seemed to be in a more remote area than the other classrooms I had visited. The hallway was quieter, with fewer students and staff members moving around, and the general atmosphere felt more isolated. When I finally found the correct room number, I immediately understood why this area felt different from the rest of the school. The classroom looked distinctly newer than the others I had seen, with fresh paint, recently installed fixtures, and the kind of hastily completed construction that suggested it had been added to accommodate growing enrollment numbers. It made sense that this would be where a new teacher like Damon had been assigned. Schools were always scrambling to create additional classroom space when they needed to hire staff quickly, and a recently completed renovation would be the logical place to put someone who had been brought in on short notice. I paused outside the door to check my appearance and mentally prepare for the presentation I would need to give. Meeting the second operative would be useful, but I still had to maintain my cover identity and deliver the kind of motivational content that the students would expect from a visiting speaker. When I opened the door and entered the classroom, I was greeted by approximately twenty-five students who looked genuinely excited to see me. Apparently, the news of yesterday’s impromptu math session had spread throughout the school community, and my reputation as someone willing to engage directly with students had preceded me. "Good morning, everyone," I said, moving toward the front of the classroom. "I’m looking forward to talking with you today about goal-setting and overcoming challenges." But as I scanned the room, I noticed something that immediately raised my concern level. There was no adult present in the classroom. No teacher, no aide, no administrative staff - just the students waiting expectantly for whatever presentation I was supposed to deliver. "Before we get started," I said, maintaining my friendly demeanor while internally shifting into higher alert mode, "has anyone seen your teacher this morning? Mr. Trev?" The students looked at each other and shrugged with the kind of casual indifference that teenagers displayed when adult schedules didn’t proceed according to plan. "He wasn’t here when we got to class," said a girl in the front row. "We just figured he was running late or something." "Sometimes teachers have meetings in the morning," added a boy near the back of the room. "We’re used to waiting around." This was not a good development. The missing operative was concerning enough, but being left alone in an isolated classroom with students put me in a tactically disadvantageous position. If the assassins had somehow identified and eliminated Damon, his absence could be the precursor to an attack on me while I was separated from immediate support. Before I could decide how to handle the situation, I heard footsteps in the hallway outside the classroom. The door opened to reveal two familiar figures: Ms. Chen, whom I had met briefly the previous day, and Ms. Patterson, the teacher I now knew was one of the assassins targeting me. My heart rate increased immediately, but I forced myself to maintain the same friendly expression I had been wearing moments earlier. Thankfully running the Masked Syndicate for months on end had thought me to suppress my visual cues. But, whatever was happening here, I needed to act completely normal until I could better assess the threat level and determine my options. "Ms. Chen, Ms. Patterson," I said with what I hoped sounded like genuine pleasure at seeing them. "What brings you to this part of the building this morning?" Ms. Chen stepped into the classroom first, carrying herself with the kind of professional authority that suggested she was here on official school business rather than personal interest. "Mr. Trev asked me to check on his classroom this morning," she explained, glancing around at the assembled students. "He had some business to take care of and wanted to make sure his students were supervised during your presentation." Ms. Patterson followed her into the room, and I found myself studying her carefully for any signs of hostile intent. She appeared completely relaxed and professional, but after overhearing her colleagues discussing assassination plans, I was hyperaware of every gesture and expression. "I missed your presentation yesterday," Ms. Patterson said with what seemed like genuine regret. "Several people told me it was quite engaging, so I was hoping I could observe today’s session. I’m always interested in learning new approaches to student motivation." Her explanation sounded perfectly reasonable, exactly the kind of thing a dedicated teacher would say when trying to improve her professional skills. But knowing what I knew about her true identity and objectives, every word felt like it might be concealing deeper motives. I found myself in an impossible position. I couldn’t reveal my suspicions about Ms. Patterson without compromising the entire operation and potentially putting the students at risk. But I also couldn’t ignore the possibility that Damon’s absence was connected to some kind of hostile action, and that I was now isolated in a remote classroom with one confirmed assassin and another teacher whose loyalties I couldn’t determine for now. Hopefully after this I can use Scan on Ms. Chen and see if she’s an ally or not. The students were looking at me expectantly, waiting for the presentation to begin. Ms. Chen had taken a position near the back of the room where she could observe both the students and me. Ms. Patterson had settled into a chair along the side wall, close enough to intervene if necessary but far enough away to appear non-threatening. "Well then," I said, forcing enthusiasm into my voice while my mind raced through tactical assessments and contingency plans, "I suppose we should get started." But internally, I was deeply skeptical of the explanations I had been given. Damon’s convenient absence, Ms. Patterson’s sudden interest in observing my presentation, the isolated location of the classroom - too many variables were aligning in ways that suggested this situation was more orchestrated than coincidental. For now, I would have to play along and deliver the presentation as scheduled. But even Instinct was telling me that this was just the beginning of my troubles.

Chapter 375: The Missing Operative

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