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“I also found a friend of Silla’s,” I tell her, as if I haven’t been sitting on this information.

“Wait, what? Were you able to find anything out?” Andrya asks in rapid succession.

“Chill out and eat,” I laugh. “He says she’s extremely claustrophobic, as in Silla has panic attacks in crowded places as well.”

Andrya thinks about this as she sips her water. “There’s a section of FRC that has vents that haven’t been cleaned in years. It’s in one of the other auditoriums. Do you think we can put a request in to move for today?” she muses.

“Yeah, I’ll do that after lunch, and also post a note on our class door. What are you thinking about doing?” I ask, curiously.

“I want to shut her in a vent, choose someone to suck off Sidney, and then let him teach the art of fellatio while she screams,” Andrya says smugly.

“Well, fuck,” I chuckle, impressed. “Someone is bringing her A game. Fuck yes. Consider it done.”

Finishing my food, I incline my head to my devious sister. Dropping off my tray, I walk through the halls whistling, as I head to my office. Recruits mill around me, some chatting, others studying or working.

I see a few of the intelligence recruits chatting with their marks, and I hide my smile as I continue past them. The Warden is working his way through his to-do list, and I’m just in awe of his ability to stay sane. FRC isn’t for the faint of heart.

Unfortunately, this is something that my class of new recruits are about to experience the hard way. Hazing isn’t discussed among the different programs, even though it’s a typical practice within these walls.

The Warden gives us free rein to do whatever we want as long as we get results. We need to make certain that at least seventy percent of our program graduates, which is why Andrya was pissed off that we’re already losing people.

We are a united team in front of the class, which is the reason we acted completely blasé with them. Truth is, it’s bad luck that those three didn’t follow directions.

Slipping behind my computer, I type in a request to change rooms.

Change of room necessary due to training exercise for Section B. We will resume classes in our normal location after today.

Waiting,I tap my foot as I stare at the screen for my confirmation.

“What are you waiting for?” Sidney asks, walking into the office.

“Change of venue. We’re hazing while you instruct the class on how to give a proper blow job,” I inform him. Sidney smiles when he hears that.

There’s nothing that he enjoys more than debasing a recruit as an educational exercise.

A ping on my computer makes me glance back, giving me confirmation that our classroom change has been approved.

“Let’s go fuck up our recruits’ days.” I grin. “I hope you’re ready to humiliate and debase people today, because it always makes me happy. Any ideas on who’s face you want to fuck?”

Sidney chuckles as he follows me out. “There’s a pretty brunette that your sister apparently tasted recently,” he drawls and I shrug apologetically.

“Hopefully, you’ll be teaching while my sister makes her scream. Andrya’s trapping her in a vent to exploit her claustrophobia,” I explain. “So you’ll have your own soundtrack as you come down someone’s throat… or on their face. You have options.”

Snorting, Sidney rolls his eyes. “Fuck, we have the best job in the world,” he mutters. “I get paid to teach people how to fuck and torture them.”

Sidney, my sister, and I are sadists. We enjoy playing with people’s minds, humiliating them, and breaking them to our specifications. It’s the reason that we turn out the best spies as well.

Taping the sign to the classroom door before continuing on, there’s a huge smile on my face as I pass the Warden. He glances at me in surprise, saying, “You appear to be very happy today, Ayden. Did you make any little boys or girls cry yet?”

Turning to face him as I speak, I shrug. “Not yet, but the day is young! Listen for screaming… though I’m unsure how far it’ll travel,” I chuckle.

The Warden shakes his head at me, used to my mercurial moods before continuing on.

Today I get to see if Drizella Tremaine will break under pressure.

Nine

SILLA