Hi Everyone! This is my second story. It features Byron again, but he plays a completely different role than last time.

I had been hearing reports of a company secretly performing genetic experiments on kidnapped children. I thought it was completely and utterly insane, if a company that existed that does these things, we at the Central Intelligence Agency would know about it. (Just like, we had known all about the space station plan to destroy Washington…) I had heard about the mole Anne Walker and how she took in six children off the streets, attempted to put them into school and how both the headmaster of the school and Anne Walker was arrested. Some big medical research company bailed them out of jail and we never heard anything about them again. Interestingly enough, ter Borcht was rumored to be working for that same company. In addition, for the sake of this discussion, the six children were not seen again.

My name is Byron Hadley and I am a sixteen almost seventeen-year-old rookie agent. I started working for the CIA at around fourteen just doing odd jobs such as keeping their cars clean or making photocopies and delivering reports. The deputy director noticed that I really enjoyed working for the CIA; so he formally offered me a job, which I happily accepted. No, I do not go on convert mission defending the freedom of the world by assassinating insane dictators. I work behind a desk, monitoring people who reside on the infamous public enemy list. It is excruciatingly boring; I come to work from nine to five and get an hour for lunch. If, course, you count a salad every day as lunch.

Being the honest, hardworking agent that I was, I was not watching the super bowl on my phone as I would have loved to but surfing the internet and trying to match names on the list to old newspaper articles, blogs etc. (after avoiding doing just this for about two hours). Most of the sites that had even some of the names on the list were birthday cards to some young Russian kid who just happened to have the name Yassen. The task was frankly as boring as babysitting the agent next to me and that's saying something. One name on the list caught my eye, Roland ter Borcht. I had read about that name somewhere in the newspapers that the CIA was sent each week before they were put to print. The papers containing his name (that had, interesting enough never been published after a rich company bought them) said he was a famous geneticist that went insane, so the German police took action and committed him to a high-security mental hospital. Out of curiosity, I clicked the description link next to his name and was deeply disturbed by what I read.

Roland ter Borcht

World Famous Geneticist

Born: June 18th, 1959

Bonn, Germany

Current Status:

Escaped from Mäyfield High Security Mental Hospital

Use of Non-Lethal Force is authorized by all agencies

Rumored to be in England

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This person was out there somewhere. My day just got much more interesting as I picked up my phone and began to dial the number for MI6. I was lucky it is only two o'clock in the afternoon there. The cheerful voice of the secretary answered the phone. "This is the Royal and General Bank. This is Kathy speaking, how can I help you today?"

I responded, "Kathy this is Agent Hadley, CIA #1025392." I heard buttons being pressed and the ring tone resumed as my call was put through.

"This is Alan Blunt. Who is this?" This time the voice was far from cheerful, the man's last name certainly fit him.

I again responded, "This is Agent Hadley, CIA #1025392." I heard murmuring on the other end of the line.

"Agent Hadley, to what do we own the pleasure?" I spoke quickly about how I knew of ter Borcht and the threat he posed to society if he was not located quickly. Mr. Blunt spoke back in the same quick manner, "I understand Agent Hadley, and we have just the agent for the job. We will send a jet for you right away." I hung up the phone and reported to the deputy director of the CIA. He agreed immediately that ter Borcht should be located and that I should be the one to help investigate.

I rushed home and began packing for my international 12-hour flight across the Atlantic Ocean. I drove back to the CIA, where I was driven to the airport. I was handed my tickets and I walked quickly through the airport towards the security checkpoint. Being a CIA agent has its advantages, I flashed my badge, and the airport security just waved me through with a surprised look at my youth. I received some nasty looks from other passengers especially a cranky looking businessperson, because of my special treatment. I walked to the gate and handed my tickets over, I boarded my first-class seat and slipped on my noise-canceling headphones and plugged in my music player and settled in for the long journey ahead of me.

The flight started off smoothly so I decided that I could get some work done on the flight over and maybe have day to enjoy myself, I mean come on I am practically getting a free trip to Europe. I had outlined a general plan how I was going to begin the search for ter Borcht. I would meet up with MI6 and get to know their agent they said was perfect for the job, and then I would try to talk to the company that did not want his name published in the newspapers. After that, I would talk to Mäyfield Mental Hospital to gain a better insight on ter Borcht and his level on insanity then I would wing it from there.

Please Review and give props to my Beta: anime-lyric. She is an amazing writer, read her work!