A.N.: I'm back. That was one long break I've had. Anyway, thank you for your patience in the past few weeks I'm sorry that my procrastination took over a bit every now and then so that this prologue was postponed. But still, it's out now, so yay me.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot and any new characters.
Before I continue, I just want to point out a few things I changed base on the reviews from the last chapter. I actually really was planning to send Alex on the mission two weeks after he is out of the hospital, but then he wouldn't be much help. So, cookie for the review~
Okay, now I'm done. Onwards.
The supposing two to three weeks until the mission turned into three months. Not that Alex was going to complain. The doctor was pretty surprised and pleased to announce that he could officially manage to walk on his legs, by himself, without the supports of the crutches that strained his arms. It was hard to manage at first, but by and by the pain and tweaks vanished. All that was left was for his blindness to go away.
Alex had gotten used to the blackness that was once the light before his eyes. He could easily find his ways around the house and the neighborhood without aid. It would take him awhile to be familiar with a new environment, but he could manage within a few weeks.
He was lounging on the sofa and listening to the TV when the phone rang.
He reached over, "Hello."
"Your presence is required. A car has been sent over to you." Mrs. Jones said without preamble.
Alex grimaced as he hung up without replying. He didn't need to, Mrs. Jones knew that he wouldn't decline. It was kind of like a resigned fate for him. He didn't have anything else to do anymore, what was better than to just throw himself back in the life he once was? Well, maybe there was school and a chance to be normal again, whatever normal meant. But after his half a year trip to America, not even a year he thought with a pang, and the absences during Brecon Beacon, he doubted that he should even return to Brooklyn. Of course, as Mrs. Jones had pointed out, he was goddammit sixteen. He was supposed to be in his third year, not fourth. He still had time to be normal again.
Alex snorted as he got up from the sofa and turned off the TV. He heard a car stopping outside the door and a moment later, the doorbell was rung. Alex opened the door.
Luckily, the man spoke first or Alex could have had to try to find the man's eyes and failing miserably in the process, "Agent Rider?"
"That would be me," Alex smiled, meeting the man's eyes, or where he supposed they were.
The drive was silent, not that Alex was expecting any merriments or cheerful conversations. The agent that was sent to pick him up didn't sound like he wanted to talk either. When the man finally pulled up by the bank, Alex was the out of the car the next instant after bidding farewell, just to be polite, to the man. He received a grunt in return. At least there was some progress.
He could easily find his way around the bank now for he had spent a fairly large amount of time in the bank after he was out of the hospital. Talking with Smithers about possible gadgets that could make him sense things easier. Smithers had apologetically told him that only Jedi could harness the force. He didn't know that Smithers had that sense of humor.
Someone else got into the elevator with him but he kept his gaze straight, ignoring whoever it was. That would make him look superior without even trying. A few times he felt the man wanted to converse but reframed in the end after a moment of considerations.
The elevator door slid open as it reached the floor and Alex exited, feeling the man exiting the elevator behind him as well. Same floor, coincidence? He thought so. Mrs. Jones's room was approximately thirty-two steps forward and an immediate right turn to the door. There was also a small airstream blowing out from the ceiling right outside Mrs. Jones's room. Alex had a guess as to when and why it was installed. He stopped outside the door and knocked.
"Come in," Mrs. Jones said almost immediately.
Alex opened the door and pushed to close it behind him but someone stopped him. It was that man who had walked into the elevator again. Alex turned and did his best glare at where he supposed the man's eyes were.
"That will be Agent Caver," Mrs. Jones supplied, "You might know him as Wolf."
Alex started, "Wolf?"
"Coyote," The man who held the door open answered gruffly. Alex released his hold on the handle to allow the man in.
"He's an agent?" Alex frowned as he walked into the room and took a seat at his 'special' seat that Mrs. Jones had set up for him. He swore that she must have superglued it to the floor because he couldn't move it at all, "Since when?"
"Since two months ago," Mrs. Jones said, "Take a seat." It was directed to Wolf.
Alex's eyes widened as the realization hit him, "He is my partner for the mission?"
"I'm glad that your brain is still working after the long break," Mrs. Jones slapped it in almost bluntly.
Alex fell silent.
"Agent Caver, meet Agent Rider. Rider, Caver," Mrs. Jones did her quick introduction, "Any questions you have for him, Agent Rider, it can wait."
Alex nodded, shooting Wolf a glance. The shot must have missed because Wolf commented, "You were actually glaring at my shoulder."
"You've grown taller," That was all Alex could think of as an excuse.
"Here is the briefing," Mrs. Jones said hardly, interrupting him.
Alex heard papers rustling and something thrust into his hands. A folder. Well, not that he could see anyways, but just to humor Mrs. Jones who clearly handed him the folder because of protocols, he flipped open to the first page.
"Werner Academy," Mrs. Jones began, "A year-long academy for all ethnicities, including disabilities and age. Four days in school per week. It was three months ago when we first caught wind of activities in the academy."
The mission suddenly brought back memories of Point Blank. Alex grimaced.
"They are arming students, regardless of the age, and teaching them how to wield guns and weapons."
"Regardless of age?" Alex asked.
"The academy welcomes everyone as students regardless of their age," Mrs. Jones turned toward him, "Like I said, all ethnicities and ages." Alex nodded and she continued, "The reason as to why I rescheduled the mission three months ago was because the yearly three month break was exactly one week later if I had sent you three months earlier. The agent we sent in five months ago returned empty-handed, saying that the trainings definitely did took place but he was never told of it. Apparently there are students in the facility that aren't aware of the trainings. They are the ones that won't be trained by them."
"Because of disabilities or illness?"
"No," Mrs. Jones said and Alex heard the rustle of clothes as she shook her head, "We do not know exactly what traits they are looking for in students."
"So we're supposed to find that out and flip the whole organization?" Alex asked sarcastically.
"Not quite," Mrs. Jones ignored his tone, "Your mission is to become one of them. Gain the inside information then we will haul you out and take the place."
Alex's lips twitched, "Sounds fun."
"There are four different grade levels," Mrs. Jones said, "Age thirteen and below, fourteen to twenty-nine, thirty to forty, and the rest remaining. It is rather fortunate that you are both in the same range. Barely, I must say."
"Why are you sending two agents?" Alex asked.
"Originally, you are the only one scheduled for this mission," Mrs. Jones said, "But due to your temporary disabilities, Agent Caver has been added as a supporting agent."
Alex heaved a great sigh, "And?"
"Your new identity, Feighton Winchester," Mrs. Jones said, "Male, sixteen years old. Father and mother both deceased, living with half-brother Dean Remington. That's all you need to know for now. Agent Caver can fill you in on the rest."
"And that Dean Remington, my brother, I suppose will be Wolf?" Alex asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Correct."
"Great. Just great."
~Extra large cookies for those who know where I get the name Winchester from~
A.N.: I have been browsing the internet looking for information about Wolf. I remembered reading that he was Hispanic somewhere? I'm not sure. But the only thing that was mentioned was that he was British nationality. That's why I didn't give him a Spanish last name because I don't want to follow the wrong information. Do correct me if I'm wrong. ^ ^