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My name is Anton Dardennes." He said it with some kind of accent ... maybe French, I don't know. It sounded cool though. I don't think I could ever learn to say it the way he did – there was something going on with that 'r' of his. It almost sounded like he said 'Doll-den'.
I noticed Finn and Becky looking over at me. I caught their eyes and they both nodded slightly. I guess I had done well with my questions. I waited to see who else was going to get to the bottom of this mysterious test.
Chase leaned over to whisper in Becky's ear. As soon as he sat back up straight, she raised her hand.
Mr. Dardennes gestured to her raised hand. "Yes?"
"I ... I mean, we ... we were wondering, where is the test location?"
"The test location is confidential. We will bring you there and back, but we cannot reveal its exact location because we do not wish to compromise the validity of our test results."
Another clear as mud answer. Normally when someone doesn't give me information I think I should have, I am instantly on my guard. But for some reason this particular secret didn't seem like that big of a deal to me. I couldn't see how it would hurt us not knowing where we were going. I decided to let that one slide. I looked at Tony and he gave me a slight nod, as if he agreed. Maybe this mind reading stuff isn't all bad , I thought.
"If there are no more questions, we can commence with the battery of tests. For those of you not interested in participating, we ask that you leave now. The next phase of this meeting will take approximately one hour. There will be a written exam and then an interview."
We waited to see if anyone was going to get up, but everyone stayed. I guess no one else was feeling too concerned about the lack of specific information either.
The door opened and another man came in, carrying a stack of papers. I almost laughed when I saw him because this guy was the last person you'd expect to see being some kind of secretary. He was super buff – even with a suit on you could see it. His neck was thick, his hair short. He looked like a combat guy dressed up in his Sunday best. He spoke quietly with Mr. Dardennes for a minute before Mr. Dardennes left the room.
The buff guy walked past our tables, giving each of us a packet of papers. He didn't look at anyone, keeping his eyes focused on the papers in his hand and where he was walking.
On the top of the papers he handed us was a basic application form, asking for our name, address, phone number and other similar stuff. There were also some health questions like you'd answer on a doctor's office form.
Buff guy stood at the front of the room and began speaking in a deep, gravelly voice that was slightly accented. He had a different type of accent than Mr. Dardennes did – possibly Slavic or Russian or something. "Please fill out the forms on top. After you have completed your papers, put them on the table up here. When everyone has finished that part, we will begin the written test. It will be timed – you will have thirty minutes to complete it." He turned and left the room.
Everyone began filling out the forms. I looked at Tony and gestured towards the name and address section. He gave a very slight shake of his head, agreeing with me that we shouldn't put our real information down. I remembered the ad said we had to be eighteen to participate. Tony and I are both still seventeen. I nudged him and pointed to the birthday question on the form. I subtracted a year off my date to qualify myself, watching as Tony did the same. For our addresses, we both used a street near our high school. It was more like a fib than an outright lie – I mean, it was in the same neighborhood anyway. If they asked me for identification, I decided I'd say that I didn't have any. It's not so strange to not have a driver's license in Miami ...
I noticed Finn and Becky looking over at me. I caught their eyes and they both nodded slightly. I guess I had done well with my questions. I waited to see who else was going to get to the bottom of this mysterious test.
Chase leaned over to whisper in Becky's ear. As soon as he sat back up straight, she raised her hand.
Mr. Dardennes gestured to her raised hand. "Yes?"
"I ... I mean, we ... we were wondering, where is the test location?"
"The test location is confidential. We will bring you there and back, but we cannot reveal its exact location because we do not wish to compromise the validity of our test results."
Another clear as mud answer. Normally when someone doesn't give me information I think I should have, I am instantly on my guard. But for some reason this particular secret didn't seem like that big of a deal to me. I couldn't see how it would hurt us not knowing where we were going. I decided to let that one slide. I looked at Tony and he gave me a slight nod, as if he agreed. Maybe this mind reading stuff isn't all bad , I thought.
"If there are no more questions, we can commence with the battery of tests. For those of you not interested in participating, we ask that you leave now. The next phase of this meeting will take approximately one hour. There will be a written exam and then an interview."
We waited to see if anyone was going to get up, but everyone stayed. I guess no one else was feeling too concerned about the lack of specific information either.
The door opened and another man came in, carrying a stack of papers. I almost laughed when I saw him because this guy was the last person you'd expect to see being some kind of secretary. He was super buff – even with a suit on you could see it. His neck was thick, his hair short. He looked like a combat guy dressed up in his Sunday best. He spoke quietly with Mr. Dardennes for a minute before Mr. Dardennes left the room.
The buff guy walked past our tables, giving each of us a packet of papers. He didn't look at anyone, keeping his eyes focused on the papers in his hand and where he was walking.
On the top of the papers he handed us was a basic application form, asking for our name, address, phone number and other similar stuff. There were also some health questions like you'd answer on a doctor's office form.
Buff guy stood at the front of the room and began speaking in a deep, gravelly voice that was slightly accented. He had a different type of accent than Mr. Dardennes did – possibly Slavic or Russian or something. "Please fill out the forms on top. After you have completed your papers, put them on the table up here. When everyone has finished that part, we will begin the written test. It will be timed – you will have thirty minutes to complete it." He turned and left the room.
Everyone began filling out the forms. I looked at Tony and gestured towards the name and address section. He gave a very slight shake of his head, agreeing with me that we shouldn't put our real information down. I remembered the ad said we had to be eighteen to participate. Tony and I are both still seventeen. I nudged him and pointed to the birthday question on the form. I subtracted a year off my date to qualify myself, watching as Tony did the same. For our addresses, we both used a street near our high school. It was more like a fib than an outright lie – I mean, it was in the same neighborhood anyway. If they asked me for identification, I decided I'd say that I didn't have any. It's not so strange to not have a driver's license in Miami ...
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