Fiona didn't say much after she had told me that Alex… I was dead. And I did not know what to say. I mean I could say that he hadn't died. But that would be blowing my cover. And through past experiences I knew that Blunt would kill me for that. Even if I did tell her what would she think. I would probably sound insane.
"James, lets stop riding for tonight. I am so tired."
"Yah. That is a great plan. Do you want to start riding early tomorrow? Maybe learn one routine?"
"Sounds perfect. I just have to be done a little early. My father is coming down to see us practice tomorrow night. And I want to be well rested for when we show him."
"Your father is coming?" I managed to squeak out.
She nodded. I grabbed my phone and walked away. I was quickly dialing the number I used a lot. I had to press many numbers to get to talk to Blunt. After I reached him I quickly spilled out the news. The story was ended before he could get a word in.
"HE does not know about your assignment. And he can not know." he said matter-o-factly.
"I know. What do I do?"
"Try to stay out of sight range. If he recognizes you have him call us immediately."
"Will do." I said before hanging up.
I woke up to the sound of a window opening. And something hitting the ground. I eased up to it and looked out. I saw a small smoke bomb. I did not have time to react. Before I knew it ,it had knocked me out. I don't know what happened while I was and when I woke up it was morning. And Fiona was standing over me with a look of horror across her face. For a minute I could not tell why she was upset till I looked at my hands.
I was wearing some clothes that were to small for me. And stuff I would not be caught dead wearing. They were punk clothing. Clothing that Alex Friend had worn. Someone knew who I was. And that I was not here for friendly competition.
"You are such a jerk James. You find out my weakness and you exploit it. I hate you."