Blood's Supposed to be Thicker than Water, chapter 4
Frankito sat in shock just as much as Joey and Estelle, how could he do this was he on drugs again or something or as a joke but the uniform looked official.
Captain Lambert from the CIA stood in his blue suit and presented the class with small booklets of information about what each person did.
"Okay Ladies and Gentlemen you might think this is as a one off encounter but people gave their lives for your education, people like President Lincon died for the good cause of America," He paused for a second as he took out a newspaper article.
"People from the FBI and the Ghost Organisation one of those members are in this room who leads a normal life but is skilled with intellgence of an IQ of a 480 and over"Frankito looked at the face he saw infront of him his hair gelled back, the black sunglasses and the dark black suit and the radieo and the ear piece.
"Does anyone have an questions." Lambert looked around the large class to see lots of girls hands up more than the boys and it was looking like Frankito was white as a ghost.
"Okay Natacia," Mrs Cook said looking over at the young girl who was so far up herself she could probbally tell everyone her digestive system.
"Okay Captain, who is the person in the Ghost Org and what do they do."
Lambert looked over at the figure Frankito recoinized as he spoke forward and spoke softly.
"The Ghost Organization can be anything to Irag to the UN, some of our collegues are in higher places in the Goverment and the President doesn't know any of the secret "Orgs."
Everyone looked forward at Frankito who slumped down in his chair.
"Are you okay Frankito?" Mrs Cook asked softly as she wrote down a few detials from the classes responces.
"Yeah im fine i guess "
AFTER THE MEETING
Frankito waited by the class door as the men inside packed up their briefing.He could see him look through a paper folder as he talked into the small ear piece he sat down on the chair waiting for someone else to arrive.
Frankito knocked on the door weary of everything that was going on,he trust was gone how could he do anything and get away with it now.
"Dad whats going on."
"Sit down and I will explain."
Frankito sat down on the table as Tre took out his ear piece and losend his tie, the glare Frankito gave him in disbilief.
"Okay since I was 17 years old I used to hang around at the Army Offices in Berkley okay, I got recruited went to training. Captain Lambert gave me this job because i was good at it, yeah I carry a gun yeah I might have to do this forcefully but if I didn't your life would be turned like Joey and Estelle's"
"Who else knows about this?"
"Everyone?"
"Apart from me, how can you just lie to me like that so fifteen years is a joke a lie a fraud?"
"Calm down," Tre said moving the chair so he was in direct contact with Frankito.
"Remember a few months ago I went to Washingston on a trip myself it wasn't It was to protect the President."
"Wait a second, you hate him? So why work for him? What about the Anti War records and appearences you did? Is that a lie to?"
"Some of it, yeah."
"Your not the guy I thought you were, everything is all lies your a liar and you dont care about who gets hurt."
"I didn't want you to know," Tre said softly as Frankito looked at the ground.
"Well thanks alot now Im going to have to answer questions of every teenie in the damn place,"
"Thats enough."
"NO its not enough you lied to me I thought I could actually trust you dad but I can't and you proved it right now."
Tre looked up at him and saw the tears streaming down his red cheeks with anger and dissapointment as he looked back at his feet.
"I love you Frankie and I dont want to lose you," Tre said trying to put his arm around his angry fifteen year old.
"Fuck you! I fucking hate you!"
Frankito walked off slamming doors punching lockers, where could he go where would he be able to go.
Instead of going to another class Frankito walked home and broke in through the window bother parents would be out that would be enough time to get some stuff.
Frankito got a huge camping back with a sleeping back and a pillow,cans of food packed foods some bottled water and juice,clothes, thick clothes for the cold,some pictures and all his money he had which amounted to $1,000.
"Damn." He needed more so he went through to his moms purse in her room taking her credit cards,all her money and some jewlerry she never wore.
All together that amounted to $2,142.That would be enough but what if he ran out of food.
One huge bag was packed as he went into get another larger one and filled it with foods like cans ,cerals,a plate, a spoon and a fork.As he scribbled the note left on the living room table he wrote he is sorry for everything and knows he wont be coming back as he closed the door and locked it tightly as he pushed the key through the later box. His room empty along with the cupboards and the fridge.
Frankito walked to the Bus Station and waited for the first bus to come.Finally the rusted bus came as he popped the money in the meter.
"Where to kid?"
"Can you take me to Sacramento."
"Sure thing little buddy," He said pulling away towards the highway and thatw as on the first part of his journey.
Captain Lambert from the CIA stood in his blue suit and presented the class with small booklets of information about what each person did.
"Okay Ladies and Gentlemen you might think this is as a one off encounter but people gave their lives for your education, people like President Lincon died for the good cause of America," He paused for a second as he took out a newspaper article.
"People from the FBI and the Ghost Organisation one of those members are in this room who leads a normal life but is skilled with intellgence of an IQ of a 480 and over"Frankito looked at the face he saw infront of him his hair gelled back, the black sunglasses and the dark black suit and the radieo and the ear piece.
"Does anyone have an questions." Lambert looked around the large class to see lots of girls hands up more than the boys and it was looking like Frankito was white as a ghost.
"Okay Natacia," Mrs Cook said looking over at the young girl who was so far up herself she could probbally tell everyone her digestive system.
"Okay Captain, who is the person in the Ghost Org and what do they do."
Lambert looked over at the figure Frankito recoinized as he spoke forward and spoke softly.
"The Ghost Organization can be anything to Irag to the UN, some of our collegues are in higher places in the Goverment and the President doesn't know any of the secret "Orgs."
Everyone looked forward at Frankito who slumped down in his chair.
"Are you okay Frankito?" Mrs Cook asked softly as she wrote down a few detials from the classes responces.
"Yeah im fine i guess "
AFTER THE MEETING
Frankito waited by the class door as the men inside packed up their briefing.He could see him look through a paper folder as he talked into the small ear piece he sat down on the chair waiting for someone else to arrive.
Frankito knocked on the door weary of everything that was going on,he trust was gone how could he do anything and get away with it now.
"Dad whats going on."
"Sit down and I will explain."
Frankito sat down on the table as Tre took out his ear piece and losend his tie, the glare Frankito gave him in disbilief.
"Okay since I was 17 years old I used to hang around at the Army Offices in Berkley okay, I got recruited went to training. Captain Lambert gave me this job because i was good at it, yeah I carry a gun yeah I might have to do this forcefully but if I didn't your life would be turned like Joey and Estelle's"
"Who else knows about this?"
"Everyone?"
"Apart from me, how can you just lie to me like that so fifteen years is a joke a lie a fraud?"
"Calm down," Tre said moving the chair so he was in direct contact with Frankito.
"Remember a few months ago I went to Washingston on a trip myself it wasn't It was to protect the President."
"Wait a second, you hate him? So why work for him? What about the Anti War records and appearences you did? Is that a lie to?"
"Some of it, yeah."
"Your not the guy I thought you were, everything is all lies your a liar and you dont care about who gets hurt."
"I didn't want you to know," Tre said softly as Frankito looked at the ground.
"Well thanks alot now Im going to have to answer questions of every teenie in the damn place,"
"Thats enough."
"NO its not enough you lied to me I thought I could actually trust you dad but I can't and you proved it right now."
Tre looked up at him and saw the tears streaming down his red cheeks with anger and dissapointment as he looked back at his feet.
"I love you Frankie and I dont want to lose you," Tre said trying to put his arm around his angry fifteen year old.
"Fuck you! I fucking hate you!"
Frankito walked off slamming doors punching lockers, where could he go where would he be able to go.
Instead of going to another class Frankito walked home and broke in through the window bother parents would be out that would be enough time to get some stuff.
Frankito got a huge camping back with a sleeping back and a pillow,cans of food packed foods some bottled water and juice,clothes, thick clothes for the cold,some pictures and all his money he had which amounted to $1,000.
"Damn." He needed more so he went through to his moms purse in her room taking her credit cards,all her money and some jewlerry she never wore.
All together that amounted to $2,142.That would be enough but what if he ran out of food.
One huge bag was packed as he went into get another larger one and filled it with foods like cans ,cerals,a plate, a spoon and a fork.As he scribbled the note left on the living room table he wrote he is sorry for everything and knows he wont be coming back as he closed the door and locked it tightly as he pushed the key through the later box. His room empty along with the cupboards and the fridge.
Frankito walked to the Bus Station and waited for the first bus to come.Finally the rusted bus came as he popped the money in the meter.
"Where to kid?"
"Can you take me to Sacramento."
"Sure thing little buddy," He said pulling away towards the highway and thatw as on the first part of his journey.
