Chapter 1:Meeting my mother( and Father)
Chelsea, London, England
Alex rubbed his sleepy eyes. While he was glad the MI6 hadn't called him on a school day, did they have to call so early? He was in Mr. Blunt's office and he was waiting for the man to show up. While he thought, he heard the door creak slightly as though it were being open. Instinctively, he stood up and spun around hands curling into fists, his body shifting into a fighting stance…and there in the doorway stood Arnold Blunt.
"Sit down," he said to Alex and proceeded to sit down himself. "The reason we've called you here today…"
"Is to send me on another life threatening mission." Alex finished.
"Yes and no," Blunt replied. "This mission is not life threatening. Or at least, we hope it won't have to come to that point." At this point he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a white folder. "Inside is a picture of a person targeted by Scorpia."
"They just can't stay out of my life can they," Alex muttered under his breath as he reached for the folder. He opened it and looked inside. The picture was of a girl about 12 years of age. She was dark skinned, and had black hair. It was hard to see what color her eyes were in the photo. All Alex could think of was that she didn't look like the type of person who could do something so drastic that they would have to eliminate her.
"Your assignment is simple. Keep an eye on the girl. Inform us if she is missing for more than 24 hours."
"So where do I have to go?" Alex asked, still studying the picture of the girl.
"Canada."
"Excuse me?" Alex dropped the file he was holding.
"You heard me. The arrangements have been made. You will be staying with a family that volunteered to take care of you for the time being…" Who in their right mind would volunteer for this, Alex thought then turned his attention back to Blunt. "The tutor will come after school and you have the exact same timetable as Sathyia."
"Who?"Alex asked.
"That is the girl's name. Sathyia Vignaswarin. And if I'm not mistaken, here is Smithers with your gadgets." The door opened and the fat man (and possibly the only person who cared about what happened to Alex in the building) came into the room.
"Alex! My dear boy how are you? I've been working on a few experiments-sadly I haven't worked out all of the kinks in the I-Ex-Plod but I have many others for you to use. Here, take these drinks." Smithers handed Alex 2 six packs of Sprite. "Don't drink them unless you want to lose about all of your memory. When throwing them at enemies: Shake, break and throw. Here's new invention: the anitgrav belt. It takes the molecules of anything you attach to it (and that includes humans) and renders them weightless. It doesn't hurt humans but they may feel a strange tingling sensation for a while afterward. Here's your gameboy. You have your smoke bomb and contacting games. We decided that you wouldn't need the other two." As Smithers gave each thing to Alex he laid them on Blunt's desk to be examined later. "Make good use of them and tell if they were okay or not. And Alex, try not to get killed." With a wink Smithers turned and left the room.
"You should get packing Alex. The plane leaves at 5p.m." Alex groaned mentally and picked up his things and left.
Pearson Airport, Canada
Alex had walked around the pickup area for hours. He had gotten off his plane to find no parents. Or at least as far as he could see, no signs with his name on it and no people running up to hug him. He had barely thought the idea of trying to get to their house on his own ( he had their address after, all) when a blond haired woman came running up to him and hugged him.
"Oh Alex, you're here!" The woman squeezed harder with every word.
"Margaret stop it. You're suffocating the poor kid." A man standing near Alex gave him a handshake and introduced himself. "My name's Bill."
" Don't listen to him Alex. Call me mom and he's dad. Let's go the car is waiting." The woman grabbed Alex by the hand and dragged him toward the exit. Alex groaned, out loud this time and wondered how he was going to survive these people.