Rising 341
Chapter 341
“They never tested any of your warrior skills? How you would perform in battle defeating the bizan y ability to think on your feet?”
I can feel his head shake ‘No‘ as 1 slowly adjust my hold.
“Your skills are indeed impressive. At least what little I got to see on camera of your that with a
Something about my statement catches his attention.
“The only training 1 receive is with Jamie’s dad. I really should only call it practice though.” He admits tame to the floor..
“Jon mentioned that you haven’t been formally trained which leads me to believe that your father’s lying on the application goes farther than omitting the fact that you’re on several medications for ptsd.”
He remains silent with my accusation as I’m certain he feels he’s the one to blame for this use.
“I know I’ve gotten you all nervous but I’d like to get you back to my office. I’d like to see what kind of wizstry you can perform on this program of mine.”
He slowly lifts his head and body from mine and with a silent nod, heads towards the door.
This time I’m following him as he navigates silently through the common room to the second to last hall on the west side of the house. I tend to refer to it as the north wing since it’s in between the east and west wings of the
pack house.
He easily remembers the location of my office, stopping at the open door without entering.
“It’s okay for you to go in. Make yourself comfortable with the computer.”
He looks up briefly before heading inside. I can tell by his silent demeanor that he’s uncomfortable and nervous. Could my desire to test his warrior skills still be bothering him?
The admittance from both him and Jon that he’s had little to no formal training for the prospect program is worrisome but that makes his skills all that more impressive and I’m determined to find out how he learns.
I enter my office slowly, stopping at the door to slide my shoes off before walking over the freshly vacuumed rug. 1 pull the chair in front of the desk out and sit silently, observing the young man at work. I’m surprised at how quickly he got started and it’s impossible to tell how long it will take for him to navigate through the program to start back tracking the portion of the video feed that I haven’t been able to access.
I stay quiet for a while as he clicks and types away at the keyboard easily reminding me of the computer hackers I’ve seen in movies. He’s fully focused on what he’s doing when I finally start asking questions.
“How is it you learned this?“.
He stays silent as his typing slows, making me feel as if he can’t do both things at once.
It was quite by accident really”
“How so?” I’m trying to keep the conversation going considering he’s hyper focused on his task
“Do you remember what I told you about school?”
“Sure. You got sick in ninth grade and you were forced to redo the grade. You ended up missing enough time during the first half of the year that your school helped you get online and you ultimately graduated high school early.”
“Yes sir. The school had figured out bits and pieces of my home life and when they first presented the idea of me finishing online I told them that dad wouldn’t allow it. He’d rather me be a dropout. That’s when they explained why they allowed the meeting to happen without him, that he didn’t have to know about it.
That’s when they gave me a brand new pack with everything I needed so that I wasn’t using my father’s Wi–Fi network to do the work. It took a little while but after just playing around with the Wi–Fi and several other things I found myself not just on his network but on his computer. The first time I realized what I had done scarred me and I got out of it quickly but over time I recreated what I had done and within a year I could consistently get on dad’s computer without him knowing about it.”
He explains slowly as I patiently listen.
“That explains how you got access to the Big Brother program but not how you got so familiar with it.”
He sighs hard and I know I’m getting into something he doesn’t want to talk about. I stand from my chair and walk over to the door. I hang a ‘Do not disturb‘ sign on the outside before quietly shutting and locking the door.
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