Chapter 3 Going Home
Isa's P.O.V.
"WHAT!"
"You heard me, you are going to Gotham to spend the summer with Aunt Diana and Uncle Bruce and I am going to take Serenity and go back to England."
"But why Izzy?"
Groaning, I look heavenward.
"I knew it was a bad idea to tell you before you had your coffee, but would Renée listen to me? No. Of course she doesn't. Then again she never does. And don't call me Izzy."
Sighing, I look at my tearful, red-headed sister sitting across the kitchen table from me. I slide the drawing Serenity had given to me across to Cathy. As I do so I tell her,
"Serenity drew that this morning."
"What… Well I mean I can see what's happening, the people are clearly being executed, but who are they?"
I lean over the table top and look at the drawing again. Its format is like that of a comic book page; each person in the picture has their own designated block of space, and there are five people, so five blocks in all. And the people in the drawing don't look like your average comic book characters either, instead of looking grainy and blocky each person looks likes they were photographed with a high-powered camera by a professional photographer. I point at the third and fifth blocks and tell Cathy,
"I don't know who the others are but these two were in the same training group as me at MI6."
"So what does all this mean?"
"I think it means that someone is about to blow the covers of five double-oh agents. Or they already have and these agents are being tortured, after all Serenity did say we had a week before this (I gesture to the drawing.) comes to pass. However I think Aunt Peggy would have told me about it if she thought that the latter scenario had already come to pass."
"Okay, well, when am I supposed to be leaving?"
"I don't know, Mom didn't say. I guess you'll just have to wait for her to call and let you know."
"When's your flight?"
I look up at the kitchen clock.
"Five fifteen."
Cathy follows my gaze.
"Wow it's nearly eleven thirty already, you need to start packing. How about this, you go start packing and I'll keep Serenity entertained until two 'o clock and then we can break for lunch? That way you'll have plenty of time to pack, eat, get to the airport, and through airport security."
Looking at my little sister in this moment I can't help but think that she is the most wonderful thing I've ever seen next to my little girl.
"Thank you so much. This will be a really big help. You are the best little sis…"
"I know, I know, the best little sister ever. Why don't you go start packing?"
"Fine. I'll see you at lunch."
And I walk out of the kitchen. As I go down the hall to my room the only thing I can think is,
'I'm going home.'