"Less Confidence"
	Enola blinked as the hood was removed. She was sitting in a brilliantly decorated room. Or perhaps it only seemed so compared to Section. After all, Section was nothing more than a machine: input and output. This seemed a little different. She then focused on the only person in the room, the one who had removed her hood. She didn't say anything to him, unsure as to what to say. She didn't know where she was, who this person was, what he did and nor did she know her current situation. Playing it safe was the key at the moment. "Hello Jordan, I'm Gray. Welcome to the Security Intelligence Agency." She briefly wondered why he was calling her Jordan, but then remembered. She was no longer Enola, but Jordan Mitchell. Enola did not say anything in response, merely acknowledged she heard him. What was she supposed to say anyhow, `how do you do?' She didn't quite think so. He seemed to accept her silence, which made her curious as to what his background was. Most people would not take silence as an answer. Perhaps he was one of them. But what did she exactly mean by that. She wasn't entirely sure. Gray continued, "You have an appointment that we must get you to. If you'll follow me." Enola fell behind Gray, "What is the Security Intelligence Agency if I may ask?" Gray smiled before replying, "You may ask, but you won't get a full answer until you have completed the testing." Enola nodded, "I see. But what can you tell me now?" She wanted to know what she was getting herself into, if that was possible. And if she needed to fail the testing or not, she sure as hell didn't want to be in another Section One. "You're going to have to wait for that answer." Enola continued walking with Gray, they were now in a corridor. Gray turned into a door, and then opened another door and held it open for her. Enola stepped through and gazed around the room. People were scattered around the room, sitting at tables, a few were conversing, but the majority of them sat silently – none of whom she knew. But then she saw Paige. Enola smiled, glad, and relieved perhaps, to see a familiar face. Perhaps it won't be so bad after all. But then, how could she judge something so soon, especially when she had next to no information about this agency. Enola focused on the figure standing much closer to her. She saw a smiling face, a sophisticated looking woman. "Ms. Mitchell, it's so nice you can join us today. I'm Rebecca Dorta, Director of the Security Intelligence Agency." Enola returned the smile, shook the outstretched hand and replied, "Hello," wondering if this woman was at all like Madeline. She sure dressed the part, but since she was director, there must be some kind of difference. Time would tell. "We will begin in a few moments, so please take a seat, unless you have any questions my dear." Enola studied Rebecca for a moment; perhaps she was more a motherly type figure. She then asked what she tried asking Gray earlier. "What is the Security Intelligence Agency?" Rebecca smiled like she had been anticipating the question. "I'm afraid I cannot tell you much until you pass the testing for security reasons." Enola nodded and Rebecca continued, "We fight terrorism and criminals, keeping the world out of their control. Now if that's all, do take a seat." Enola nodded, repeating her answer in her head, was almost rehearsed. Mind you, she probably had that question asked to her a mere 20 times already, gauging by the number of people in the room. Enola slowly walked over to Paige and took a seat besides her. Paige looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Ms. Mitchell?" Enola nodded, "Jordan Mitchell" she said and stuck out her hand. "It's a pleasure." Paige smirked and replied, "Paige Casey." Enola smiled in return, happy for Paige to have gotten to keep at least part of her name. The few minutes they had to wait, they did not say anything. What was there to say really, and plus, Enola still paranoid from Section was convinced the walls had ears. But also, there were a good 15 pairs of ears in the room right now. So what was the point in talking? A few more people came in. Both Paige and Enola saw Safara come in. They were happy to see her, but they didn't have time to greet her because it appeared that things were getting started. As everyone moved into the adjoining room, being checked off on the list that Gray had. Some seemed to look at Gray with puzzlement, almost as though they had not seen him before. Enola thought for a moment that it was true; perhaps some had not been introduced to Gray. No matter though, Enola focused her attention on the laptops sitting on the tables. She took a seat by Paige, her mind now more at ease with both Safara and Paige there. Their task was explained. Everyone would have 20 minutes to complete the questions that would appear on the screen. Enola began by typing in her name. She almost typed in `Enola' but remembered that was her name no longer. She answered the questions one by one, thinking about the time left, but more focused on the questions at hand. Some questions she remembered coming across in school, but that was about it. She finished her last questions and sat back in her chair, letting out a breath. At that particular moment, Gray told the group that the 20 minutes was up. They waited. Momentarily, Gray addressed the group, telling them if their name was called out, they should go back into the first room. Enola held her breath, waiting to see if her name was called. It wasn't. Nor were her fellow friends.' Should she be glad? Rebecca then entered and spoke to Gray for a few minutes. Enola didn't think, she just watched them. They seemed to work together quite well. Enola wondered how long they had been working together. Rebecca addressed the group, introducing Gray, Gray Wellman, as her assistant. So that's who he was Enola though. Just as Rebecca was about to leave, she asked the group if there were any questions. Saf had one. Enola listened to the answer, knowing now what she had to do. She could not fail. She has to pass every last one of these tests and whatever else. If not, she would cease to exist. Of the remaining 12, they were broken into three groups. Enola was paired with 2 other ladies and one man. They spent the rest of the afternoon doing various other tasks, each one more difficult. Enola paid attention to the tasks at hand, focusing on them. When she was blindfolded, she carefully listened to her partner's instructions, and found her way out of the maze. She had gone first with her partner, a dark haired girl with an accent Enola couldn't quite place. Her group was relatively capable, however, there were a few problems Enola could see. Some did not seem to be grasping some of the tasks. Enola wished she could help them more, but she knew that it didn't matter if she did. Her helping would be observed and wouldn't do any good. Enola did help her group members as best she could. In the end, Gray told them to stop, and momentarily Rebecca walked in. Enola wondered what would happen, if more people where going to leave, and if she was going to be one of them. She did not think so, but one could never be too confident when it came to such decisions. Return