The Life and Times of Agent Sot; Chapter 1: A Strange Discovery

By: Zak Rosen '16

CHAPTER 1: A STRANGE DISCOVERY

       “These readings are very strange. Some sort of space-time anomaly,” Cirillo said, staring confusedly at the computer screen.

       “Any idea what it could mean?” Agent Sotirpolous asks, gently stroking her chin.

       “Nope. Now your end of the bargain?”

        Sighing, Sotiropolous handed Cirillo a folder. Contained with in its manilla boundaries were the access codes to the underground nuclear weapons laboratory. It pained her to do so, but the History apartment agreed. Sacrifices had to be made in order to get to the bottom of this. In this school, secrets must be given for information to be obtained.

         Now walking down the carpeted Creeden hall, avoiding students like mines, Sotiropolous was lost in thought. The strange noises and light flashings and other odd events had been plaguing the various faculty for some time. The science department was ruled out; the teachers were brilliant but after the various cybernetic attacks carried about by the math department, there is no way they were unified enough to carry out such an assault. As a result, most of the History department pointed at the English (or possibly the Fine Arts) teachers. But that rang false for Sot, and Codename Buckley agreed with her. 

         The English teachers might have been a fan of surrealism and fantasy, but they in no way had the resources to make those goals a reality. And it wasn’t doing much to weaken the History department so much as make them angry. Almost motivating a war. The same reasoning stood true for the Fine Arts. Though it was possible Agent Giddings was using his tech for the subversive attacks, it wouldn’t really gain him anything. There was something strange going on, and Sot had to find out before war broke out.

          Sot was alone by this time, when she felt a sudden pain in her neck. Hand slapping at the skin of her throat, she felt a lump. She pulled it away and saw in her hand a blowdart. There was only one person, she knew, who used such a weapon. Sanders.

          The room started to spin. Sot had to get out. In Creeden commons now, she tried to knock over tables, get attention. She noticed a student standing by, Tricia Oxford. “Help me,” Sot whispered. Tricia smiled and shook her head, pulling from her pocket a camera that is also a dart gun. Just before blacking out, Sot saw a figure enter from around the corner, to stand beside Tricia. A shock of blond hair and the telltale laugh of that English witch, and everything went black.