Zachary Rawlins - The Academy

Alice smiled and leaned forward in her chair.

“I know, I know. This is professional curiosity here, Mikey, one colleague to another, looking for a little information,” Alice said, throwing her hands up innocently. “Wanted to figure out how long you plan on dicking around, using up Rebecca and the kid’s time, implementing standard protocols that you know perfectly well aren’t going to work.”

Michael gritted his teeth, his hands tightening around the knobs on the arms of his chair, while Alice settled back in her chair and smiled. Rebecca sighed theatrically from across the room, but neither of them appeared to pay her any attention, they were so focused on each other. The staring match continued for a while, but Alice’s smirk was unflappable.

“Why would Alex’s training be part of your concerns, Auditor?” Michael asked acidly.

Alice hooted.

“Oh, you want to make it formal?” Alice asked. “That’s fine. I’m within my rights. The boy’s an obvious candidate for Audits, you must have noticed.”

“What?”

To Rebecca, Michael’s disbelief seemed forced.

“Sure, come on,” Alice said, laughing, “power like that, and with unconventional protocols? He’s a natural.”

“Unconventional?” Michael almost spat, standing up and pointing at Alice. “You want him to use Black Protocols?”

“Are the conventional ones working, then?” Alice asked innocently. Michael glowered at her, his face contorted with anger.

“The boy is a powerful catalyst already,” Michael said, gesturing defiantly. “In his own right, he is already a considerable asset. Until we have exhausted all other options, even discussion of Black Protocols is premature.”

“Rebecca?” Alice asked over her shoulder. “Have all the other options been exhausted?”

They both turned and stared at the petite brunette, sitting on the window sill smoking and looking unhappy, one leg dangling out in the evening air.

“Alice, you’re such a bitch,” Rebecca said, tired but not malicious. “I told you not to drag me into your bullshit.”

“But I’m asking for your professional opinion, here, Rebecca,” Alice objected, feigning innocence.

Rebecca looked over at them briefly, her eyes lingering sadly over the both of them in turn, and then returned her attention to world outside her window.

“I don’t think that Alex can use conventional protocols,” Rebecca said grudgingly. “The imprint with the Absolute Protocol was successful, but it isn’t conventional when he operates it. Don’t hate me, Michael.”

Alice turned back to Michael and smirked.

“Just like Mitsuru, remember? You know the documentation as well as I do, Mikey. He’s a text book case. Just like I was.”

Michael stood up angrily, his body shaking and his hands clenched.

“Do you even remember that, Alice?” Michael’s voice was tight and cold, his face angry and miserable at the same time. Rebecca winced and put her head between her knees as if she were dizzy. “Or did you have to look it up in your diary?”

Alice frowned briefly, and then shrugged.

“You don’t have to be a dick about it.” A troubled look crossed Alice’s face, briefly, before her normal confidence reasserted itself. “Since you clearly think that you’ve got the moral high ground, why don’t you tell me what your grand plan is for training a student who can’t use conventional protocols? Will he be beating Weir to death with his bare hands?”

Michael sat down heavily, as if he were angry at the chair.

“I’ve had enough of your shit, Alice,” Michael said, rubbing his forehead. “This conversation is over.”

Alice stood up slowly, pushing the chair in behind her, and walked up close to where Michael sat, bending down to look in his eyes, her face grave.

“This is the last time I will ask you, Michael,” she said softly, almost sadly. “If you still don’t give me an answer, then I will have to address the matter as an Auditor. And,” she added thoughtfully, “then I won’t be asking at all.”

Michael looked up at her, his face contorted, and then turned away.

“Guys,” Rebecca said, breaking the tense silence, “you are aware that both of you have your own offices, right?”

She looked over at them hopefully, but neither of them acknowledged her presence. Rebecca swore to herself quietly, first in English, and then when she ran out of curses, switched over to Spanish.

“As I said earlier,” Michael began, his face composed and his voice calm, if tinged with a certain regret, “the boy’s abilities as a catalyst are already unprecedented. With the right partner, or even group of partners, he could be a formidable…”

“Battery,” Alice cut in grimly, sitting down on the edge of Rebecca’s desk. “You want to use Warner as a battery, because you’re afraid of what might happen if you actually let him develop those powers, right?”

“That’s not it!” Michael sputtered. “You know what kind of potential the boy has! And you should know better than anyone what the consequences of that boy using Black Protocols will be. We had this conversation about Mitsuru, once, and look how that turned out. Or have you,” Michael added pointedly, “forgotten about that too?”

Alice winced, and then, after a moment, gave Michael a bitter smile.

“You are afraid, in other words, and because you’re afraid, you want to deny him the opportunity to choose for himself. Pathetic.” Alice looked down at him coldly, her smile wider. “And he’s not ‘the boy’. His name is Alexander.”

Rebecca started, giving Alice an appraising look.

Alex made a show of yawning and stretching, sitting up slowly, well aware that all the eyes in the room had immediately shifted over to him the moment he stirred.

“Alex. And he’s awake,” Alex said disinterestedly. “Been awake for a while now.” He looked up at Alice, and grinned at her sleepily. “You must be Miss Gallow, right?”

Rebecca’s eyes narrowed.

“Alex,” she asked softly, in a tone that could not be ignored, “how do you know about Alice?”

Alex laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“Because everyone talks about an Auditor named Alice Gallow who they are all afraid of, who wears black all the time,” Alex said, a bit sheepishly. “And she’s arguing with Michael like that’s no big deal, so…”

Alice shook her head, stifling a laugh.

“This kid isn’t half dumb,” Alice observed. “I might be able to like you, Alex Warner.”

Alex nodded solemnly.

“I am difficult not to like, Miss Gallow,” he agreed. “Actually, I’m hopeless. There’s no teaching me anything.”

“I told you,” Alice said, looking over at Michael with a mischievous grin, “Alex and I are like two peas in a pod.”

“And that’s exactly what worries me.” Michael said flatly, arms folded.

Rebecca pitched her cigarette butt out the window and then hurriedly occupied the chair behind her desk that Alice had vacated.

“Actually, that worries me some too,” Rebecca said thoughtfully. “What do you think about all this, Alex?”

Alex’s expression went suddenly blank, and he shot quick looks at both Alice and Michael before answering, his face clearly showing strain.

“Well,” he said cautiously, choosing his words carefully, “I mean, Michael has been training me since I got here, and I’ve learned a lot from him, so I don’t really think it’s for me to say.”

Alice guffawed, and then shot him a look of utter disappointment.

“That what you think, Alex? Then maybe I was wrong about you after all. Maybe you aren’t in the right place, if you’re that eager to play good soldier.”