Well here we are. Another chapter. Again not very action packed but you know, I'm just trying to build the world for this story at this point. Sorry if it seems uneventful or slow paced.
"What disaster is it today?" I sarcastically asked. There was no answer. I leant backwards to investigate. From my upside-down view stood the Spy Master along with Chief Agent Dexter Kane. "Must be important." I went back to watching TV
"Look Striker. This is serious." The Spy Master began to say. I raised my hand and signalled her to stop. "We need you to get set up for another mission."
"Can't." I responded after taking in a mouthful of the chocolate milk. She stopped in her tracks and took a slight gasp.
"What do you mean you can't?"
"Busy."
"Busy!? Striker this is important."
"So is this." I pointed at the screen. "I really wish I could be like Chuck. Lovable, witty, smart, charming and look at all those friends and family he has. Who wouldn't want that?"
"Right. Listen Yorkie." Kane said sternly as he stepped forward to loom over me.
Dexter Kane was a Chief Agent at M.I.9. Kane was Derby man, born and breed. At 6.2 ft with jet black Ivy League haircut and a strong beard Kane was not a man to be reckoned with. He was in a spotless white linen suit with a black shirt underneath, no tie. He was certainly a cool looking fellow and in general people thought he was awesome, who could blame them. He became a field operative at the age of 18 and was part of numerous operations, combating a wide range of different enemies, from the IRA to African pirates, from Serbian arms dealers to a ex-soviet extremist groups. At the age of 25 he was made a Team Leader, which is an incredible young age for someone to gain this role. As a Team Marshal he helped to recruit various agents and compile skilled teams. Kane was the team leader of operatives when tackling several internal Islamic extremists, most of which the public would ever know about. And now at the age of 30, Dexter Kane was a Chief Agent and was a head advisor for the Spy Master, a role that led to a rivalry between him and some guy called Stark. Kane would have been highly decorated, if intelligence officers could be decorated.
"What Dex? I'm enjoying myself for once." Kane scrunched up his face. "You're welcome by the way. All that M.I.9 intel that got you," I pointed my finger up directly up him, "let get stolen, is gone. All the servers were destroyed and I took a bullet for your idiocy. That reminds me." I got up and pushed past Kane. I headed back to the kitchen and grabbed a medical kit from the cupboard. I opened it up lay out the equipment. I pushed up my t-shirt to reveal a massive bandage on my side. I slowly peeled it up and instantly spotted the stitches around the exit wound, it looked like when part of a shirt is scrunched up because of a loose thread, and I presumed the entry wound wasn't much better. I quickly applied another patch and took some more painkillers.
"You know you're only meant to take those pills every 12 hours." The Spy Master noted.
"Whatever." I made my way back to the sofa.
"You can't talk to her like that." Kane said with a slash of fury in his tone.
"Bite me."
"I can have you suspended Striker." He shouted. I tried to not laugh in his face.
"You can't suspend what doesn't actually exist." I patted him on the shoulder and sat back down. Kane was about to explode
"Dexter, Could you please give Striker and myself a moment." The Spy Master asked. Kane stormed into the elevator and left. She sat down next to me. "That information that was supposedly stolen from the agency. It wasn't stolen. It was given to them." She took a very deep breath. "Striker, we have a Rat in M.I.9."
"Well yeah." I took a bite of the biscuit. It was obvious. I was surprised it took them this long to figure it out. "And, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Striker, look. We need you."
"What you just can't one of your little school units?" She didn't reply, "Or one of the many emotional damaged people recruit?"
"Listen. We don't know who this Rat is. We don't know what agencies they've got their fingers in. And we have no idea how deep their ring goes. We don't know whom we can trust. I only have a handful I can trust and even their loyalty can be questioned."
"You know, I feel for you. I really do." I say sarcastically. "But I'm off duty." And I went back to watching TV. She took a heavy sigh and began to leave
"You may not have much concern for your own life but think about the people who care about their lives. Innocent people."
Then she was gone.
I continued watching Chuck but I just couldn't focus. What the Spy Master said just really stuck in my head. I may not have had an actual real relationship with any member of the public but still. Sure I didn't exist but they did. All those people living their mundane lives, trying to make a living and paying taxes, going to the park and connecting with people, living a life of total normality without having to knowing the fact that you could die at any given moment. I would kill for that kind of life, I really would, seeing how I seem to kill for much less. After another day of resting and contemplating I was off the IV and was soon to be off on my adventure, carrying on my long death wish. I grabbed my black Harrington jacket and went out.
Walking across the Austin Bridge I decided to take in surroundings. Sure it was pale, grey and overall miserable, I guess it was just something I could relate to. I leant the railings looked down into the dark flowing vein that was the Thames. I took out my phone and called The Spy Master. I waited patiently for her to pick up.
"Striker?" She instant questioned.
"I'm in." I replied
"Great. You can come in tomorrow first thing for a briefing."
"To risky. We'll meet. On my terms." I finished and hung up right away. I dropped the phone, stomped on it and then tossed it into the River before walking away.
Yes I know, rather uneventful but don't worry, It'll get better. To anyone who is confused on the specifics of the food and TV I'll be honest, that's pretty much me. All I've done this week has been watching Chuck and consuming chocolate milk and pink wafers, well all that and write this. I should be going to lectures though but It'll be fine...Right? Please Review.
