“I plan to be an Agent someday like you, so no more trouble, I promise.” Jioni smiled.
“You promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
LaMesha didn’t smile back but instead gave a nod.
Before staying forced in this conversation any longer, LaMesha picked up the pace and jogged away. Her mind continued to race with the debates of second chances. She took both ID cards out and looked at their pictures; she could only stare at them: Jioni’s photo appeared smiling, Katherine’s, frowning with a disguised expression.
Neither one had a Junior Agent sticker on their card: A true embarrassment for their age. LaMesha could only look at the disappointing cards for so long before she pocketed them. She then rubbed the back of her neck as she jogged.
“There’s no such thing as a damaged Agent,” LaMesha muttered. “And her fighting needs to improve.”
