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London

The rain was pouring as we touched onto the runway at Heathrow. Not that I was surprised, we were coming to rain country after all. I was already missing the Italian sun of my home. I waited patiently to be let off the plane. Both I and my mum were staring out of the window with desolate expressions on our faces. We came from Venice, the home of canals and beauty. London looked very different. My step- Dad, Mark had noticed.

"Oh, come on you two. You promised we would give it a go. You may even like it after a while." He smiled trying to bring some enthusiasm to us. It was for him that we were moving here, he had got a new job with, urgh, and I hated even saying the name. MI6. They were ruthless, dangerous and would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Anyone was expendable to them. If I thought the Italian secret service was bad I had enougher thing coming with this lot. They even used a fourteen year-old boy working for them according to Cecilia, Mark's secretary back home. I smiled half heartedly and took my little sister Chrissie's hand as we finally got off the plane.

The airport terminal was just as bad. Dirty, smelly and busy! I just wanted my own bed with the balcony that looked over the river and all its magic. As I sat waiting for my case to come through I noticed a familiar looking boy talking to a pretty girl. It took me a while to recognise him but then I had only seen a photo of him on Mark's desk before now. His name was Alex Rider and he was the teenage boy who worked for MI6. I could just about hear their conversation.

"Alex, I really like you, you are my James Bond after all. But there's this boy back in the US. We're kind of together. I'm sorry." He looked kind of hurt but he had the look of someone who had lost so much that it was hard to care anymore. I turned away, not wanting to intrude.

That was when I noticed the two people watching my family. The first was watching Mark. He was a MI6 agent, I was sure of that fact. He was reading a newspaper with a long black coat on, like the one's you would wear to a funeral. The second was here for me. His name was Vladimir and he had been following me since I was little more than a baby. I felt sorry for him, having to move here because of me. He noticed me looking at him and smiled. We were used to each other. I wondered how he gad got his gun through security. There was probably a paid man on the desk. I moved making sure my jumper covered the tattoo on my wrist. The tattoo that gave me away for what I truly was. I was Frederic Matthias daughter; he was in prison for the murder of twenty innocent people. He was the Godfather and at fourteen I was one of the most powerful people in the mafia.