SSHS 47
At first it was a buzz, then a second buzz and then it rang. Hastily pulling her phone out of her pocket, she quickly glanced at the caller and pushed the answer button. “Where are you right now? We have a meeting today, remember?” the person from the other end of the line said in annoyance to the receiver of the call.
A little short of breath, she replied, “Sorry, an emergency occurred. A student collapsed in front of me and I had to bring her to the infirmary first. Don’t worry, I’m on my way there.” and with that, she ended the call. Not caring about what the other person might say when she arrived. Hestia ran as fast as she could into the building where the Student Council Office is located, not caring about the students who passed by her and attempted t
SSHS 48 It was silent now inside the Student Council Office, almost silent asn the three were discussing the contents of the order that will be sent to the emails of every Club President and also its officers. It only needs minimal editing as the concern was the grammar and the coherence of the content. Soon, it was sent and the members of the Student Council began their self- reviewing for the upcoming mid- quarter Examination. Then, all of a sudden, Excami asked, “So, who was the kid that needed to be brought to the infirmary?” She did so while simultaneously tapping Hestia’s shoulder. They are sitting beside each other on one of the sofas after all. However, the latter only spared her a glance before answering in a brief manner. “Yulia Don Br
SSHS 49 The ride to the House of Don Brook was ather silent, unexpectedly. It seemed that the bubbly and cheery Yulia was out of energy, rendering her not so cheerful and silent as she leaned her head on Hestia’s shoulder. No one bothered the tired Ylia, not even Hestia who was deep in her thoughts. ‘Should I tell her parents? Directly or implicitly? Should I just ask her parents about these things in a roundabout way? Bu7t her parents would definitely be suspicious of me. Or should I just directly speak to their doctor? That would be suspicious too.’ She let out a heavy and stressful sigh as she pondered and contemplated more about what she is going to do once they have arrived at the Don Brook house. She can’t
SSHS 50 Mr. Tingco was glued on his seat as he slowly nodded to what Hestia had asked him. He wasn’t really sure if it is okay for him to talk, he can’t be too sure exactly. However, there was no order that he can’t talk, and also, his wireless radio’s mic is not open right now— to be exact, it needs to be manually tapped before the lines could communicate with each other. Though, he still needed to be careful on how he would respond and how this conversation with Hestia would go, they can never be too careful, someone might be watching them. “Hestia, is the Miss okay?” The driver asked. He then looked at the rear view mirror that Miss Yulia is alright and soundly sleeping, leaning
SSHS 51 The clanking of metals and the tools banging against each other echoes inside the little room. On the sides of the room were shelves upon shelves— all containing boxes of different sizes and labels: a big box of varying colours of wires, a small box of plastic cartridges, and even a big box labelled as ‘snacks’ which are mostly just a pile of empty containers. In one of the corners of the room was a table, a studying table to be exact. Although, just like the room itself, it was also full of mess: tiny drawers containing delicate parts for anything that was labelled too, a board full of tools hanging from it and the top of the table were just full of trimmings and such, that having it to be recognized as a table would be a slim chance. All of a
SSHS 52 There was a full on fight on every corner surrounding the Don Brook house. People clad in shadow— dressed in all black from head to toe are fighting those who are wearing coats, with a white shirt underneath, pants of dark grey and a vintage brown coloured loafers shoes. There were also the sound of slashing and clashing knives, there were sounds of explosion all around, and the endless grons of those who got hit with a punchor a kick. It was a total battle field— —Agent 101 was busy fighting three people at once. All were dressed in black and their faces were covered by a mask so it was hard to identify from which group they were from. The first to strike were aiming their punch to Agent 101’s face, but luckily, he evaded it. He then countered with a
SSHS 53 Mr. Tingco took a slow drive as he cautiously looked outside of the car and observed the surrounding houses— searching for the House of Cascella which holds a party right now where the Don Brook couple has attended, and still high on alert about the possible attacks. “We can never be too sure.” He mumbled to himself as he tightened his hold to the steering wheel, emitting a little squeak as the sweat from the driver's hand had transferred to the steering wheel itself. However, he does need to calm down too, and he has to do it one way or another— he can’t smoke— which is his way of calming down. ‘Deep breaths, try deep breaths. Let’s go, deep breaths.’ Mr. Tingco said inside his mind and inhaled a large amount of oxygen
SSHS 54 Hestia was uncertain of what to do next. Aside from the fatigue and the stress that she has gone through for the day, and remembering that she must submit her report in regards to the incident a while ago, she was being tempted to decline from the offer of the Don Brook couple. And yet, there is a great urge inside of her to actually stay with the sleeping girl still inside the car, the peacefully sleeping Yulia who was still out and has no knowing of what happened and how it almost took her life, Hestia has the great urge to protect her, even if she is with her parents now; Hestia cannot be sure if her parents actually means the best for their precious daughter or if they are blinded by such experiences and traumas that they fail to notice the kind of damage they are inflicting to their daughter. Nevertheless, she was sure that her parents would just ask the host of the party to lend them a guest
SSHS 55 Inside the third floor of the ISO headquarters, footsteps are rampant and are too many to count. Each step were all in a hurry and all in large steps, and that it was joined by the constant short ‘sorry’’ and ‘excuse me’s’; all the while that it was accompanied by the fluttering of the papers, the jingles of a bunch of flash drives and the clashings of the CDs. Everyone was in a hurry, taking it seriously that everything they are carrying is to be delivered by the biggest meeting room on the floor before the meeting starts— even before the participants in such a meeting arrive. It is a new meeting, a meeting of great importance for the ISO agents and department heads. Although, it is undoubtedly that the main concern for such a meeting is about the safety of Yulia Don Brook, there is a breakthrough.