What did she mean by she didn't like the dress that was her usual style yes
Elara liked wearing joggers, trousers and so on she also liked dresses.
In fact, back then most of her clothes wear dresses she only occasionally wore trouser shirts and the rest and most of the time they were all mine.
So why?
"Axel" I flinched a little the sudden call of my name was a little startling.
"Yes, Elara is there a problem" I asked after composing myself.
Elara smiled and shook her head "I'm done" as she gave me the empty plate i realized that she must have been hungrier than i thought.
"I'll take this to the kitchen to go wash you can follow me if you want" I said walking over to her to take the now empty plate she nodded and stood up following behind me as I headed for the door.
As I pushed aside my doubts about the dress i focused on the present maybe I was just being paranoid.
I guess the more she interacts with me the more her programming starts changing to make her feel more real.
I didn't set that, but I guess it wasn't that bad if her personality was a little different from Elara.
三三ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (In another universe DYSTOPIA)
"Agent the boss is waiting for you"
I turned to look at the young man who was sent to get me he was among the young and fast rising special Agent in SPECTRA (Special Operations Counter-Terrorism Response Agency).
I've forgotten what his name is.
"Shall we"
You see our purpose in SPECTRA is to infiltrate and extract hostages locate threats that could hinder or affect operations then neutralize it.
We also collect information's, key figures and important personnel that could help our universe (HELIX) grow better we also gather intel on enemies that could pose as a threat to us and of course neutralize them.
It might not seem like much, but our job is very risky every time we go on a mission there is always a possibility of us not being able to come back but it's our job and we cannot turn back even if it means we die especially me a top Agent.
"We have arrived" I heard pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Well then the boss is waiting for you inside in the meantime I'll take my leave" he said then turned and left I watching as he slowly faded in the long and narrow hallway before turning back to the huge metallic door I was standing in front.
Standing here now I couldn't help remembering the first time I stood here it was after the return of my first ever mission.
Back then I was still considered a rookie so you can imagine the amount of joy I felt when I heard the boss was calling for me, I happily came here only to get my heart crushed in the cruellest way possible.
"Now is not the time for such memories" I muttered sighing a little I lingered for a while at the door before taking a deep breath and walking in.
The sight that greeted me was a man that seemed to be in his late thirties he was putting on a pair of glasses while looking at something so intently little strands of his long dark brown hair getting in his eyes from time to time while he gently pushed.
He was wearing a simple shirt and trouser a big contrast to the kind of office he was sitting in.
"You called for me sir" I said finally drawing his attention.
He gave me the brightest of smiles as soon as he saw me, I couldn't help scoffing a little.
"Elara my dear I was starting to think you were glued to the door"
My expressions did not even change when he made that statement, he has probably been watching me from one of his numerous cameras.
"I'm guessing you did not call me here to say that" replied my expression still as cold as ever.
"Gee you're not in a battlefield you know what's with the cold attitude and to your precious Louis too" he replied pouting a little I just tilted my head at that statement.
I don't think I have anyone precious to me again I did once but not anymore.
"Still serious"
"Fine" he said staying quiet for a moment "words came in you are to go back to headquarters" he finally said making me squirt a little.
"But I'm already I..." Suddenly the realization hit me.
I looked at him hoping against hope that he would say no even if that was impossible, but it was of no use after all SPECTRA only had two headquarters one here in Dystopia and the other in Helix.
Helix the one place I never wanted to set my foot in even though I spent almost every day fighting for that place I never wanted to go there again.
And I have succeeded in staying away from that place for the past eight years now up until now I guess my lucks run out.
"Why am I suddenly heading over there? don't I have any more missions here to complete? is there something you can do?" my well-crafted composure was in shambles now I watched him shake his head slowly before smiling sadly at me.
"There is no mission here that the agents here can't accomplish this order was from Lord Kai himself and please don't ask me why he asked for you even I don't know" he replied.
I kept quiet for a while trying to place my feelings in order.
"When am I leaving?" I asked after finally composing myself I almost lost it again from what I heard next.
"Now"
I wanted to refute or at least complain but I knew it was of no use so at the end I just nodded then turned to leave.
"Elara" I heard making me stop mid-way I turned back to face him with confusion in my eyes. What did he wanted to say again?
I swear if it wa...
"I'm sorry" he said smiling "I just realized I never said that to you"
I couldn't quite hide the surprise in my eyes, but I quickly suppressed it together with some other emotion I couldn't quiet describe then chuckled.
"That would have meant a lot to me eight years ago not anymore though" with that I turned and left.
I had to go prepare for my departure I still had no idea why Lord Kai was suddenly asking for me and there was Axel too.
After leaving without a word eight years ago I never heard from him again even though he tried to reach me I wonder how he was doing.
A part of me wanted to reconnect with Axel but the weight of our past made that impossible.
"He is the treasured scientist of Helix now after all such a big shot would be hard to see" I muttered knowing fully well that this was just me giving excuses to myself so I can suppress that feeling of longing.
He must hate me very much.