The downpour unleashed upon him, halfway on the walk towards the bus stop. An unnatural torrent of lightning and thunder illuminated the sky. He started to cuss, reaching for the hood of his raincoat. Another streak of lightning tore the sky in half, thunder following close. Whimpering as though he were just scolded he moved forward on the road.
            Lapis lazuli eyes flashed in annoyance as they looked all around, his golden blond hair crushed underneath the hood of the raincoat. He hurried towards the bus stop, lightning tearing through the sky at his every turn. As his feet crushed through puddles, he could feel his socks starting to become soaked through. So much for the shoes being waterproof.
            He reached the bus stop thankful that the city had decided to install one of those benches that had a cover overhead. He took off his hood, shaking the rain off of his coat and backpack. Checking his right wrist for the time, he looked down the street to see a large white bus heading in his direction. He shook his head in confusion, wondering why the bus was nearly ten minutes earlier than it should’ve been. The bus started to flash its lights, showing that it was slowing down to pick him up at the stop. The doors to the bus opened after it stopped, allowing him to enter and escape from the rain.
            “I don’t have my bus pass out yet,” he said to the male bus driver, hearing the doors close behind him. The bus driver put the bus back into gear, lurching the large vehicle forward.     “Isaac Peterson?” the male bus driver asked causing the young man named Isaac to breathe in sharply. He pointed to a badge that was sitting on the dashboard. “Monroe Nelson, FBI.”
             “I take it you’re not just driving the bus for shits and giggles then,” Isaac spat as he glared spitefully at the driver. He looked towards the back, seeing a man in black standing in front of the rear exit of the bus.
            “No no,” Agent Nelson spoke, his dark green eyes staying fixated on the road. “We’re here more on a social call rather than to take you to school.”
            “You know what the answer is going to be Agent,” Isaac said, playing with his hair. The other agent moved up in the bus as soon as the words were uttered from the young man’s mouth.
            “Agent Andrews, Isaac,” the other man spoke politely. “We just want you to come in for some simple tests and routine exercises. Nothing that will cause you a great deal of harm.”
            “I said no.” Isaac stated in a stronger voice. The man sat down in the blue plastic seat across from him. He smiled kindly. Though not as sincerely as Isaac would’ve liked.
            “Mr. Peterson,” he spoke curtly. “It’s for your safety.  There are countless terrorists and dangerous organizations that are dying to get their hands on you. You’re a diamond in the rough for them and as such…”
            “I said no Agent Andrews,” Isaac spoke sharply, his temper starting to flare. “Mom and Pops specifically put in their will that I would not become a science experiment for America.”
            “Yes, that’s true but…”
            “You’re being disrespectful agent,” Isaac interrupted hotly. “Do not disregard the wishes of the deceased.”
            “That is not our wish to disrespect your family Isaac,” Agent Nelson spoke as the bus waited at a nearby stop light. The small bus was almost to campus, but he feared that this conversation continue upon arrival.
            “You guys had your experimentation on Mom and Dad when they were younger before you inducted them in the FBI,” Isaac snapped. “And they regretted the decision ever since.”
            “But Isaac,” Agent Nelson said, his patience starting to thin with the young man snapping at them constantly.
            “Also,” Isaac pushed coldly. “They arranged an agreement that I would never be tested upon.”
            “But they made no mention of your safety being incurred either Isaac! Now more than ever, your life is endangered,” Agent Andrews pleaded with the young man. “If you were to be discovered…”
            “It is your job as the Federal Bureau of Investigation to make sure that I stay safe,” Isaac continued. “I have the Will and Agreement at my house.” Agent Andrews sighed as he crossed his leg, rubbing his brow in frustration.
            “You’re correct,” Agent Andrews spoke in irritation. “We just wish you would understand that your safety is our number one concern.” Isaac said nothing as the agent’s spoke their piece. The bus pulled into the depot center on campus. “We’re in a war right now and we’d hate for you to become the centerpiece for a terrorist’s organization.”
            Isaac stood up, not saying anything to the agents. “I’m sure that I can take care of myself when it comes to these matters. Mom and Dad could…”
            “But they’re dead Isaac!” Agent Andrews cried out, receiving a death glare from the young Peterson boy.
            “As I seem to recall Agent,” Isaac spoke lowly, venom filling his voice. “They disappeared over a year ago. That doesn’t mean they’re dead.” The young man moved towards the door, pushing it open by force. “Good day gentlemen. I do not wish to meet again under these circumstances.” Isaac quickly moved out of the bus, not caring to cover his head with his raincoat or answer the agents who tried to call him back.
            Isaac could feel his anger pulsating throughout his body as he approached the door to the student center. The door flew open on its own, nearly crashing off the hinges. People sitting while waiting for the bus didn’t seem to notice anything. Isaac scoffed at this notion. Human beings were so self absorbed. His sharp gaze pierced the green and gold around him, the tags of “Colorado State University” plastered everywhere.