Disclaimer: I do not own Cherub but I do own any OCs I create as this story goes along.

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James jogged to the mission preparation block and hoped that the mission would last a very long time, so that teachers would forget all about the homework he owed them. He hurried up the path and pushed the door open. As he wiped his muddy boots on the mat just inside the door, James heard raised voices. He looked up and saw the chairwoman of Cherub, Zara Asker talking to her husband. He headed towards them and realised too late that they were having an argument. He looked around awkwardly and leant against Ewart Asker's door, pretending he hadn't seen or heard them.

James heard snippets of the couple's conversation, and realised that they hadn't seen him. After a few seconds he cleared his throat noisily and Zara looked up.

"Oh James, there you are!"She looked as embarrassed as James felt. Ewart came up to his office door and unlocked it. He gestured to the seats at the desk.

"Would you just go and sit down in there and I will be with you in a minute." He said.

James nodded; "Sure," He walked into the room and sat down on the big leather chair next to the desk.

James tapped his fingers on the desk and looked around for clues about his mission. He saw a pile of papers on Ewart's desk, but when he leaned closer to have a quick look at them, he found out that they were his house mortgage forms. After about three minutes the door reopened and Ewart was standing in the doorway looking apologetic.

"Sorry about that James," he walked round the desk and sat down. "I expect you are wondering why you are here."

"Have I got a mission lined up?" he asked eagerly.

Ewart shook his head, "Not a mission exactly. More of an investigation. Read this." He handed James a pile of stapled papers.

James scanned the first page. "Isn't this the mission briefing for Kerry's last mission?" He asked, confused.

"Yes, the first pages are. This is all the information we have about Kerry's mission and the people involved. I assume that you have met Megan as she is Kerry's friend."

James nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, we got on really well."

Ewart smiled. "Really? That will make this easier if you two are good friends. Megan was invited to join Cherub when her Dad was shot by the gang Kerry was trying to catch." He cleared his throat. "We don't think Megan is telling us the whole truth about her Dad. We need an agent to subtly talk to her about it. I thought you would be perfect for the job, as you are similar to Megan's previous boyfriends. We want you to ask Megan out and try to find out information about her past. The thing is, Zara has told me that you recently broke up with Kerry so Kerry might not want you to be anywhere near her or her friend."

"Yeah I already found that out." James muttered, remembering Kerry's reaction earlier.

"What?" Ewart asked.

"Oh nothing. Me and Kerry are getting on OK I think. It was two months ago that we broke up so I think she will cope." James tried to hide his smile. Ewart was asking him to ask out the girl he really fancied.

"Are you sure you are OK with this?" Ewart said.

"Yeah," James nodded, "I will be fine."

"OK you can go then."

"Uh, Ewart, please can I have a note so I don't have to go back to my lesson, because I need time to think about how I am going to find out the information." James asked.

"Yes, I expect so." Ewart said as he grabbed a piece of paper and started scribbling a note. He handed the slip of paper to James.

As James headed out of the building he realised that Ewart had probably worked out, or knew already that he had a reputation for being attracted to anything female and that he knew that James would say yes to his request. James didn't appreciate being used, but felt that he couldn't complain when he was being told to go out with a girl he fancied like mad.

He ran up the stairs of the main building and unlocked his door. He sunk onto the sofa feeling pleased with himself. The happy mood vanished when James looked at his watch and realised he had 10 minutes before next lesson, meaning he had to hurriedly do his geography homework before heading over to the classroom.

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Thank you for reading chapter 2 of The Victim's Daughter. Please let me know if you have any ideas or comments.

FBR xx