The computer was on, and the screen light lit up an older aged man's face. His face had a few wrinkles signifying his old age, but it did not stop the charm of his facial features. Instead, it added a certain touch to it.

The metal door to the room opened up as a middle-aged man entered wearing a black and red suit. A folder in his hand, he walked up to the computer desk and threw the folder it.

"What is this?"

He questioned the older aged man.

"A manila folder, I did not think they made them anymore. Where'd you find it?"

The older man did not have a smile on his face, and it did not seem like he was joking. He placed his hands on the folder inspecting it, and then he opened the folder up. Revealing the image of a young man and sheets of paper.

"I'm not talking about that! Why was he sent out on the mission? He just graduated the academy his skills are not ready! This task is too important for it to fail!"

The older aged man rubbed his temple. He was having a bad day already, and now with all the shouting going on, he was going to get a headache.

"Do you have any rights to question me? You put two agents in a dangerous position causing them to nearly lose their lives. They are severely wounded and barely alive. I think your actions are no different than mines, and he is a lot more ready than you think he is."

The older man argued against his point. He would not send an agent to the field unless he was confident they were ready. His position is not just for show, and he has been sitting in this seat for more than a decade.

"No, he is not!"

"You are only saying that because he is your son! When he joined he knew what he was getting himself into, you knew what he was getting into. He is a soldier, stop treating him like some child."

Although the middle-aged man in the suit was shouting, the older man was calm. He would not lose his temper over this matter; everything was already put in place all that was left was for the pieces to start moving.

"He is a child! Did you forget his age, or need I remind you?"

"That is only if we consider him human, and frankly I'm not a hundred percent sure he is. You've seen his mother, and she was no human."

"That does not deny the fact that he was born human, it doesn't matter if she was one of them. We've ran the test, checked the DNA and kept him under surveillance. He is human."

The middle age man paused as he pointed at the folder on the desk. Then he continued his sentence.

"We do not know how he will react when he goes through p.u.b.erty. For all, we know he could get too attached to the subject and cause the mission to fail. There are a lot more people more qualified for this operation; I demand the immediate deactivation of him. He needs to be replaced with a more suitable soldier."

Standing up from his seat, the older man walked over to the window. With his hands behind his back, he glanced at the multiple lights.

"Do you know why he was chosen for this task? It is because he just graduated because his skills although ahead of many others his age can still be compared. He knows what his mission and he has been trained to execute that mission. The threat to our world is no laughing matter; I will not accept any other person for this task. End of discussion.

Do not think of contacting the president; this mission is unofficial. If you want his cover to be blown as a student of the academy then, by all means, go ahead. But the second his cover is blown, and all those close to the president finds out, the mole will also know. Then this whole mission will be a bust and the time we've invested in this will go to waste! No one and I mean no one will get in the way. Believe in that son of yours he has not let us down yet."

"One-day old man, I'll overthrow your position. Just you wait."

"Until then, I'll be waiting son."

The middle-aged man left the room with his fist clenched. He could not accept this. It is just that his child's behavior does not fit the temperament a student should have. He listens to everything his superiors say and gets the task done with outstanding performance. As his father, he was sure that if something was standing between him and his goal he would lose control of himself. The moment he did, he would be unstoppable.

He reached tapped his ear where a small microphone was embedded.

"Do you have anything to report?"

"I've placed myself well within the student body, and I have found one thing that could be considered noteworthy. I'm sending it to the lab now."

A voice said from the other end of the line.

"There was no need to call for that. Only contact me when it is something about 'Delirium.'"

"Roger that."

Feeling as though the call was about to end, the middle-aged man could not help but stop him from hanging up. There was still something on his mind.

"Eh… wait. Has he been behaving well? This is his first time interacting with anyone his age I'm worried people will notice that his behavior is not normal."

"Nothing to worry about chief, he is fairly popular and befriended quite a few people so far. If you did not tell me he was an agent, I would think he was a normal civilian."

"Right. Just make sure he doesn't make you out."

"You're kidding, right? He's never seen my face before I doubt he would know who I am."

"Don't get ahead of yourself. That kid's specialty is finding things that do not want to be found."

"Oh? Then maybe I should show out a bit more."

"Just make sure you restrain yourself."

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