But when he began dialing the number, his new persona kicked in again, causing him to call someone other than one of his fellow agents.
"This is Kendall," he said. "I think we need to move up the timetable. I'll be at..." he rattled off an address, the one on the papers at the police station. He'd always had a good head for numbers.
He hung up the phone as he pulled up in front of the high school.
Thompson looked at him. "What?"
"This is your stop," Kendall said.
"But I'm a grown man!" Thompson said, sounding unintentionally whiny. "You're the worst secret agent ever," he complained.
"Keep it under control," Kendall said, trying to focus. It didn't seem like he was losing himself...yet, at least. But certainly the way he was acting was changing. Clearly, Thompson was feeling it too. "It is high school, it isn't that bad."
"You don't understand anything!" Thompson said, grabbing the bookbag and running out from the car. He didn't stop till he got to the front entrance of the school. What's happening to me? He asked himself. He knew exactly who he was. He wasn't losing his memories, but...he didn't know where the outburst came from. It was as if he was feeling someone else's emotions.
He turned back to the car, but it was gone. Having no choice, he entered the school.
