Chapter I: The Assignment
October 3rd, 2013
Brooklyn, New York
NYPD Police Station
Alexander Wilson
Age:17
Birthday: 25/12/1995
Height: 5'6.5
Weight: 135lbs
Nationality: American/Asian
Hair colour: Black
Eye Colour: Blue
Skill(s): Black belt in Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Ju Jitsu,Brazilian Ju Jitsu, Kickboxing, Chinese Kickboxing,and Mixed Martial Arts, small arms specialist, fluent in English and Japanese, IQ of 210.
Two men, one a Hispanic middle aged man with black shoulder length hair in a black suit, with a black tie and a white dress shirt, and the other, an older American man, with greying hair, wearing a grey suit with a grey tie and white dress shirt. Both men sit at a near empty office with a desk dividing them. The older of the two sits quietly with his hands crossed as the younger man reads through a police file. He skims through the vanilla folder and puts it down and quietly stares at the grey haired man sitting at the desk.
"Well?" The grey haired man said impatiently "What do you think?"
"Do you really think he can handle this on his own?"
"You're the one who said he was ready for something bigger and this is it."
"When I said that I didn't mean his own undercover operation. I meant something small just to get him out from behind that desk, Sir."
"That boy may still be green, but I believe he's ready for this."
"With all do respect, sir. I don't like this. It could get dangerous."
"Which is exactly why this is perfect for him. You've seen him in action Rodriguez. He's still a bit green, but he can handle himself in a fight."
"I don't know, sir. But it's not up to me."
"That's right, it's ultimately his decision and whether or not he takes it is not in our control. I just wanted your thoughts before I offered him this operation."
"And I appreciate the heads up."
The older man stands from his seat and makes his way across the dimly lit office with a cigarette in his mouth "You've been that kid's mentor since he joined our department." He said as he lit his cigarette "Which is why I wanted your honest opinion before I called him in here. I want nothing but honesty from you Ricardo."
"Alright."
"Do you honestly think he's ready or not for his own operation? No bullshitting."
Ricardo let out a deep sigh and turned towards his superior who stood there, quietly examining Alexander as he filled out paperwork.
"If you say no then I'll hand it off to someone else, and have them go undercover as a teacher or lunch person."
"I… I think he's ready."
"Alright then."
The grey haired man put out his cigarette and opened the door to his office "Alexander, get in here."
Alex stopped what he had been doing and headed towards where he had been summoned. The older man went back to his desk and Alex entered the room. "Shut the door." The older man said. Alex is wearing a plain black pullover sweater with blue jeans and black running shoes. He did what he was told and took a seat next to his mentor.
"What's this about, Chief?" Alex asked as he saw the worried expression on his mentor's face. "If this is about supergluing your butt to your chair, in my defence, it was all Paul's idea." Alex said as he raised his hands in mercy.
"Although I am still pissed that i had to go home to change out of my ripped pants, that's not what this is about."
"What is it about then?"
"I was just talking to Rodriguez and he agrees with me that you are ready for your own operation."
Alex's eyes opened wide with disbelief as he turned towards his mentor "Are you serious? You're not bullshitting me?"
"No. We're not bullshitting you." Ricardo said as the worried look never disappeared "But you don't have to take it."
"What's the operation?" Alex asked unable to hide the excitement in his voice
"We need you to go undercover…"
"As what? A member of the Mafia? The Yakuza? The Triads?"
"No… As a high school student."
The joy and excitement that once filled Alex's face had disappeared as he looked at both his mentor and the Chief of Police. "Y-You're shitting me, right?"
"Nope. That's the operation."
"Chief, you took me out of high school because you said that it was a waste of my abilities. Now you want to send me back?!"
"Listen, Alex. Yes you'll be heading back to high school, but this time you have a purpose."
"And what's that?"
"Become friends with Nathan Prescott."
"Prescott? You want me to become friends with a spoiled little rich kid? That's my big assignment?"
"We suspect that not all of his father's sources of income are legitimate."
"What do you mean?"
"We have reason to believe that he is involved in trafficking." Ricardo said after sitting in silence
"What kind of trafficking?"
"Drug Trafficking, Gun Trafficking…. And Human Trafficking."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, among other things."
"Do I really have a choice?"
"Of course you do. You can stay here and help the others with their reports."
"When do I leave?" Alex said immediately
"Tonight. You'll be in Arcadia Bay by tomorrow morning and that'll give you the weekend to get accustomed to the town and your new school."
"Fine."
Alex got up from his seat and headed towards the door
"I pick you up from your apartment and drop you off at the airport." Alex's mentor said before he left the office.
"I know he'll be able to handle this." The Chief said as he relit his cigarette "He has the same fire in his eyes as his father did."
"Like father like son."
Alex began packing his clothes "This sucks" He thought to himself "I finally get my own operation and it's taking me back to school. Shit." He threw the left of his belongings into the large duffel bag and paused as he picked up a folded up photo of him and his father. He let out a deep sigh and threw it on his bed as a knock came from his door.
"Who is it?"
"The Police."
Alex opened up the door and Ricardo stood on the other side with a bag of Taco Bell "Thought you could use something to eat before you head for your flight."
"Thanks." Alex said emotionless as he took the brown bag from his Mentor's hands and sat on his bed.
"Why do you sound so disappointed? Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Of course it is… It's just that"
"It's just that you think the Chief is still treating you like a kid by sending you back to school?"
"Exactly. I highly doubt there's anything big happening in that small town. The only thing that could be happening is someone's cows are getting tipped over."
Ricardo let out a chuckled and patted Alex on the back as he dug through the bag and brought out a taco "I don't think they have cows there. Come on, eat that on the way. You're gonna be late for your flight. I'll grab your bag."
Alex grabbed the brown bag that he had set down and headed out his room. Ricardo picked up the duffel bag from the bed and noticed the folded up photo that Alex had left behind and shoved it into his suit pocket."
Ricardo threw his bag into the trunk and the two of them headed off to the airport. The ride was filled with silence as Alex ate his dinner for that day.
"You know, your dad was only about two years older than you when he was given his own operation to lead."
"Did the Chief send him back to High School too?"
"Not really." He said with a chuckle "It was a drug bust down in Texas."
"All the way over there?"
"Yup, the police down there had asked for your father personally."
"Why?"
"Everyone knew about your father. The 20 year old rookie that took down a gang and rescued three officers in the process. I guess they thought he could give them some good luck."
"You were apart of his team for that one weren't you?"
Ricardo nodded "Yup. He saved my ass back then too."
Alex sat there quietly and looked out the window to see that they were getting close to the airport."
"Don't worry, Alex. I'm sure you'll impress just as much as he did."
"Yeah…"
Ricardo had parked at the drop off zone of the airport and brought out Alex's bag as he stepped out of the car. He handed Alex the bag and gave him a hug "You be careful alright."
"Will do."
Alex turned to leave and began to walk off into the airport. Ricardo stuffed his hands into his pocket and felt the folded up picture "Alex! Hold up!" He shouted trying to catch the teen's attention. Alex turned and saw Ricardo fast walk towards him
"What is it?"
Ricardo took the photo out of his pocket and handed it to Alex "I saw that you forgot to put this in your bag and thought you might want it."
Alex looked at the picture and hesitantly took it "Thanks…"
"He'd be proud of you."
"Yeah…" Alex stuffed the photo into his pocket and left without saying another word until he disappeared into the crowd of people.
"Good luck, kid."
Alex went through the airport security then took his seat in the airplane and took out his headphones from his pocket as he waited for lift off. Soon the plane took off and Alex looked out the window as the lights of New York City slowly disappeared behind the plane. Soon he fell asleep and was awakened by the trembling of the plane as it began to descend to land. The plane landed and Alex made his way to the luggage recovery and grabbed his bag. He headed out of the airport and stretched as he waited for the taxi he had ordered. The taxi arrived minutes later and Alex sat in the back.
"Where to?" The taxi driver asked as he looked at Alex through his rearview mirror
"Blackwell Academy."
The Taxi driver nodded and drove off. Alex soon found himself beginning to doze off as he took in the forest like scenery that surrounded the area. After a while the taxi driver stopped the car which woke Alex from his nap.
"We're here."
Alex rubbed his eyes together as he looked at the humongous school that stood before him "Holy shit" He thought to himself. He grabbed his bag and paid the taxi driver who drove off as soon as Alex closed the backseat door. Alex walked up the steps that lead into the main schoolyard where students skated, studied, read, and hung out. Alex took out his phone and called his mentor.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I just got to Blackwell."
"How is it?"
"Fuckin huge."
"That's one way of putting it." He said as he chuckled "Go see the Principal. He's supposed to give you your class schedule and dorm room."
"So I actually have to take classes?"
"Of course. And remember, no one knows you're a cop. From here on out you're on your own."
"Right."
"I will be giving you a call once a week."
"For a report?"
"Yes. and to make sure you're doing alright."
"Alright."
"Remember, Alex. When you're undercover you have to do what you have to do to keep your cover, but there is one rule you must always follow."
"Always wear a rubber?"
"I'm serious, Alex."
"Alright, what's this one rule?"
"Never get attached. You're there for one reason and one reason only."
"That's it?"
"That means no getting too close to your target and no girlfriends."
"Alright, Ricardo. I get it. No getting close to anyone."
"Alright, good luck, kid. I'll give you a ring next week to see how you're holding up."
Alex hung up his phone and looked up to the main building "Shit. What have I gotten myself into?" He let out a deep sigh and headed into the main building. The building seemed like a regular High school, but empty, with the exception of a few faculty members, a mean looking security guard, and a awkward looking maintenance worker. He let his eyes wander until he found the main office and headed into the office.
"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked as she remained seated
"Uh… Yeah. I'm here to see Principal Wells?"
"Ah. you must be the new transfer student. Go right ahead, he is expecting you."
"Thanks."
Alex went through the open door that lead to an expensive looking office. The walls were made of wood and covered in several paintings, there are several bookcases along the wall of the office, a desk sat in back of the room near the window with a bronze hawk statue sitting on the desk. And behind the desk sat Principal Wells, a middle aged African American man dressed in a grey blazer with a red dress shirt and black tie.
"You must be Alexander Wilson, correct?" Wells said as he stood and extended his hand for a handshake.
"Yes, sir." Alex replied as he returned the handshake
"Please. Take a seat, Alex."
The both of them sat down as Alex had set down his bag next to him and Wells took out a vanilla folder and began to skim through it "I've been looking at your files and I must said, it is really impressive."
"Really?" Alex said sounding surprised
"Yes. Straight A's throughout your 3 years in High school and a perfect 4.0 GPA. And it says here that you want to be a filmmaker?"
"Yes, sir. I've always had a love for films. Alfred Hitchcock always inspired me with his films."
"Well we may not have a lot of classes that would help in your case, but we do have an excellent film club that would be perfect for you. And I am to understand that they are actually looking for new members, if you're interested."
"Yes, ,sir. I'll definitely look into it."
"Excellent! Now how about we go for a little tour of the school then I'll show you to your dorms." Wells said as he got up from his seat
"Actually, sir. I like looking around on my own. I kind of want to explore so I can get the hang of where my classes are."
"Whatever suits you best." Wells took out a sheet of paper and handed it to Alex "This will be your class schedule for this semester. And your dorm room is room 14 on the second floor of the Male Dormitory. Feel free to return if you have any questions at all. And don't be afraid to ask your fellow classmates for directions. We're all here to help each other succeed." He said with a condescending smile
"Thank you, Sir."
"Of course. I know you'll do nothing but make the school look great and I hope your experience at Blackwell Academy is a positive one."
Alex picked up his bag and gave Principal Wells a courtesy bow as he headed out the office, said goodbye to the female receptionist and headed back out of the building.
'So the dormitories should be that way." He thought to himself as he looked to the left of him. "Might as well drop my stuff off and take a look around." Alex made his way to the dormitories and after some help from a guy in a weird science t-shirt he found his dorm room.
"Hey looks like we're neighbours!" The guy with the science shirt said. He had medium length brown hair and was about an inch or two taller than Alex "Sorry, dude. I never introduced myself. I'm Warren."
"I'm Alexander, but just call me Alex."
"So Alex, you're the new student right? From New York?"
"Yeah, that's right. I just got here today."
"Listen, if you ever need any help with anything, just let me know. Alright?"
"Yeah, I appreciate it."
Alex opened the door to his room and was somewhat surprised at the size of it. It wasn't as big as his room in his apartment back in New York, but it was bigger than what he was expecting. "This is… actually pretty nice." The room was filled with its own furniture that included a dresser, couch, bed, and small desk to work on. He set his bag on the couch, sat on the bed, kicked off his shoes, and laid back onto the bed. "This is… the most comfortable bed I have ever laid on." He said as he shut his eyes, as he began to drift off until a sudden ring from his phone brought him back to reality.
"Hello?"
"Alex, how are you liking Arcadia Bay so far?"
"Chief, I didn't expect you to give me a call."
"I wanted to make sure that everything was going smoothly for you."
"Well so far everything is fine. Nothing seems out of the ordinary."
"And have you made contact with the target?"
"No, sir. Not yet."
"Remember, do whatever you must to get in his little circle of friends."
"Right, and how am I supposed to do that? Don't the spoiled rich kids normally only hang out with each other? As you might be aware, I'm not exactly living like a Hilton."
"No, but there is a way to get his attention."
"And what's that?"
"Become the top dog of Blackwell."
"Top dog? I'm not quite sure I follow."
"Think about it. High school works just like a prison. The wealthy inmates get special treatment and the others fight for survival. So just like in prison, to become top dog you have to take down the top dog."
"So you want me to get into a fight?"
"Exactly. Find the school's biggest baddest asshole and bring him down a notch. You'll earn everyone's respect, including the rich kids."
"I just feel like there's other ways to get in with his little circle that don't involve getting into a fight the first day I'm here."
"Hey if you've got a plan to become rich in the next couple of hours, I'm all ears."
Alex let out a deep sigh, knowing that he had a good point. If he wanted to get the attention of a spoiled rich kid he would have to find the school's toughest douchebag and take him down.
"Fine. I see your point. I'll see what I can do."
"Go get em, kid."