Declaimer: I don't owe Hetalia, it belongs to Himarya Hidekazu.
Chapter 10: The Lead
Jason and Nick ran along the hallway, their hands holding the tray full of coffee cups they was ordered to go buy for their seniors. Winter break had already ended, and everyone had been back in school for three days now, but the three newbies and Alfred were still in D.C., Alfred constantly surrounded by other agents while the three ran around the place, doing small errands that needed done.
At times, Alfred would meet up with people from other countries and sometimes, shouts and threatening words could be heard exchanged between him and the President, who'd once came to visit, but left after Alfred asked him if he would stay still if it had been one of his children who went missing. That mysterious burst of anger left the three agents wondering what Alfred was talking about. Was he prophase a father or something? And what does this have to do with the boy, Jason Ace Jones, and his disappearance? Nick once proposed that the boy was Alfred's son, but the logic countered by Charlie and supported by Jason shot that theory down though.
Ever since their break started, the children hadn't been able to talk to Alfred at all, and the only time they saw him was when they passed him by in the hallway, rushing to get somewhere, or when he's in front of the computer screen- which was most of the time, typing away for answers and getting frustrated when nothing came up. It seemed that finding this boy was very important, as his disappearance and lack of information on his whereabouts was enough to drive Alfred this mad. It had basically turn Alfred into something the three agents had never seen before. They were just lucky that he wasn't breathing down their necks or shouting and yelling out in furry at them to find the boy like he was to the other agents though.
Jason and Nick entered the room and sent the coffee cups down for the other agents.
"Sir," one man called out from his place monitoring the hallway camera, "the Lion's coming!"
"Let him," said Alfred, his eyes never once leaving the screen. "With the way he is now, you won't be able to stop him anyways."
"Sir, are you sure you want to talk with him here?" Alex questioned, worried.
"Yeah," Jerry agreed. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I know what he's here to talk to you about, Al. So are you sure you want to talk with him here?" His eyes trailed off to the child sitting next to him before traveling over to the child's step-father. "I mean... you know."
Alfred finally looked away from the screen and stared intensely at the children before turning to stare at Ryan. Just then, the door burst open and in came Arthur, his face sent in a serious and displeasing frown. Arthur eyes lingered over to Ryan for a moment, blankly staring at the man as if to force him into some sort of submission or something. Ryan lowered his head and backed away, and Arthur resumed the path toward Alfred.
"Alfred," said Arthur. "We need to talk. Now."
"Yeah, yeah," said Alfred, showing, somewhat of, his usually personality for the first time since break started, albert he still seemed a bit agitated and stressed. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Alfred got up and walked over to Arthur, taking him by the shoulder and leading the British man out of the room. "Let's not make a scene here, dude. For Charlie's shake."
Charlie's head went up in curiosity as Nick and Jason glanced back at him. He shook his head as a sign telling them that he had no idea what the two men were talking about.
Arthur looked confused for a moment, before realization settled in. "I wasn't going to say anything about that," he said. "In fact, I wasn't even going to touch on that subject. At least," he glanced toward Ryan as if challenging the man and Arthur' eyes narrowed as Ryan backed off once more, "not today."
"Oh?" Alfred stopped in front of the door, his gaze shifted away from watching Ryan back into the shadows, and back to Arthur. "So then, does that mean it's safe to just stay here and continue with what I was doing?"
Alex, Miles, and Jerry faced palmed themselves and Alex groaned into his hand.
"Here we go," said Jerry.
"Back to work, everyone, quickly," Miles directed, an amused and somewhat stressed out smirk on his face.
"Alfred," Arthur sighed out. "I know that you're worried. I am as well. But don't you think you could've found a better time to bring that little problem of yours up with Congress then now?!"
"Ahh, you finally heard about that?" said Alfred, sitting back into his chair and resuming his pervious work. "Took you longer than usual, didn't it? Also, is there something going on with Parliament that you're not telling me about?"
"It doesn't concern you, git!" Arthur exploded.
America's eyes narrowed in annoyance as he bolted his fists together and tried to get ride of the flashing image of England in World War II. America had found him in London, under all those dust clouds as the sirens and bombs went off, bleeding and barely able to keep conscious. That had been the first time America had ever seen England like that, and it tore him apart and made his blood boil after the shock and hopelessness faze faded. Thus, as payback and in order to boil down his boiling blood, America made sure to render German into the ground with all his bombings. That helped to ease America's rage and anger a little, but he was even more happy when England woke up and began talking with him again. Reflecting back on it, America realized that he had really been a overprotective child throwing a tantrum back then.
"I will deal with the scandal myself," England continued, bring America out of his thoughts, "and my brothers have even offered to help." America raised an eyebrow in surprise and disbelief at that. "But with your Congress-!"
"It's fine," Alfred interrupted, annoyed as he turned his head sideways and rolled his eyes. "Look," he stared back at Arthur, "I know what I'm doing, okay? Besides, I only hinted it, I didn't out right say anything to them. I was going to deal with that mess after I fine Ace, but they pushed me to it, okay? Besides, I highly doubt they'll be able to do anything anyways."
"And what if it is as we fear, Alfred? You know that America's government is-"
"Don't worry! It's under control, okay?! And I'm not going to talk to you about my government and how it's running if you're not going to talk about yours or why the fuck it is you're suddenly closing off your boarders and going into isolation! Yeah, I know about that! I'm not blind to the on goings of the world just because I'm stuck in here! Look, if you're here to lecture me on my government, then get out! You don't control me anymore, I'm free from you now. I'm not a kid you need to look after anymore, Arthur! I'm independent, and I'm not weak. And don't you dare bring up the economy on me," Alfred glared in warning, before he took a deep breath and railed in his emotions. "I know where I am on that. But, if you're here to talk about the kids or are here to help, then by all means. Hit me with it."
Arthur sighed. "Alright. Fine," he said. "What have you got so far?"
"Nothing," said Alfred, a little dejected as he sat back down on his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.
"After two weeks?" England raised an eyebrow and a smile crawled across his face as he watched America's pouting face huffing and refusing to look at him. "How disappointing, Am-... Alfred," said Artur, reaching over Alfred's shoulder and began typing. "Well, we'd better hurry and find something then. We're suppose to meet up with the others at noon today. And they will not be happy if we don't have anything to give them, now well they."
"Hey, it's me. You have less then an hour to make your escape. And also, take whatever you can with you, and get ride of all evidence," the man hung up the phone and walked up to join the others boarding the plane, oblivious to the person behind him, who had been listing to his brief phone conversation from start to finish.
The person sighed in sadness. "Really," he said. "Why didn't you just text him instead? Or was it your intention to let me know about this..." He looked sadly at the back of the traitor. "What am I suppose to do now? ... Why did it have to be you, of all people?" He sighed and walked up to join the others on the plane, his face smoothed over to cover up the sadness he felt inside, as well as hide away any evidence of having heard the conversation.
"Roger," Philip hung up and smirked. He turned toward the liquid test tube on his desk and picked it up, swirling its content around. "Time for you to go, genie pig."
England and America met with the others at the airport and headed off for Massachusetts. In the end, it came down to England having to resort to tracking them down by way of magic, and he turned up with the image of Harvard University. And so here they were, in front of Harvard University.
"Are you sure zat it is here, Angleterre?" France questioned, ignoring the tick mark on the Englishman's head as they all looked upon the top ranking university in the United States of America.
"Yeah, is your magic really actually reliable, dude?" said America, still doubtful of this whole thing despite having seen England perform the trick in his mad furry when they looked at the world map together.
That little stunt had confused much of the people in the room, especially the new kids who weren't informed or used to England's strange little outbursts. But surprisingly, America's ignorance and childish personality came in handy and managed to save England from having to perform a memory suppression or eras spell on the majority of the people in the room.
England's eyebrow twitched in annoyance at America's doubts. "Well we have nothing else to go off on, now do we?!" he shouted out. "It's either you trust my magic-"
"Douteux (doubtful)," France said off to the side.
England glared at him. "Or we could go back to squad one and search until who knows what happens or becomes of the others by the time we come up with something! That's fine by me."
"Alright, we're going," said America immediately, stepping through the gate.
"Just be bloody happy that after so many days of research, this spell managed an answer for us, damn it!" England muttered darkly under his breath as he glared at America and followed the nation, annoyed.
"Exactly vere are vee suppose to go anyvay?" Prussia questioned.
"I suggest we scatter about and look around for anything or anyone suspicious," Arthur suggested, before turning to Alfred. "Alfred, you've been here for a while now, did you notice anything out of the ordinary?"
Alfred thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. "No," he replied, his browns knotted together as he recalled the events of last year's school life. "I don't think so."
"Then you probably weren't paying better attention to your surroundings then." Arthur sighed while Alfred glared at him. "Really, what went wrong?"
"You," Prussia answered, and England glared at him.
"Alright!" America came in to break the growing tension that was not needed. "Let's separate into teams of two and search this place, people! We'll meet up back here if we don't find anything or contact the others if we found something useful, yeah?"
"Alright," said England.
"I got Birdie!" Prussia quickly called his partner, wrapping his arm around Canada's shoulder.
"Germany!" Feliciano clanged to Ludwig, getting as far from his brother as possible.
"What?!" Lovino shouted at his younger brother's claim, angry. Feliciano hide himself behind Ludwig and let the man take the wrath.
"Germany?" Nick questioned, looking at Charlie and Jason as they stood next to each other, behind the personifications.
Alex sighed. "It's their code name for the UN meeting," he explained, trying to cover up Italy's envisage slip up.
"Now, now, Lovi," said Antonio, holding Lovino back. "Calm down."
"Of course you're going to take him," said Mexico, glaring at Spain and Romano's close relationship before turning to Portugal. By doing this, Mexico missed seeing the sad look Spain gave him, as well as the glare Romano directed at him after seeing Spain's face. "Uncle, you want to pair up with me?"
"Sure," said Bernardo, going to stand next to Jose.
Looking around, it seemed that everyone already had a partner by their side. France was not willing to let Monaco out of his sight and so, had brought her along instead of leaving her with Romania and Moldova, who were looking after Bulgaria's corpse and trying to find a way to bring him back to life.
Australia was with New Zealand, Austria with, of course, Hungary, and Liechtenstein was with Switzerland, as he would not let her go with anyone else.
Sweden, of course, was paired up with Finland, the two having left Ladonia with the Moldova and Romania after some debates and finding out that the British Brothers were unavailable due to having become mysteriously isolated. And thus, Denmark was left to pair up with Iceland, who had refused to stay behind, while Belgium paired up with her older brother, the Netherlands.
Russia and Japan, strange as it was, were standing next to each other as if declaring themselves to be a pair. Both were standing behind England and America, and Japan looking as though he was lost in thought. He had a worried look on is face, contrary to the smiling nation next to him. America debated on whither to pair up with Japan and let Russia have England or not, but decided that England doesn't need to be any closer to Russia than he already was.
So, America was once more paired himself up with England. Miles and Alex, being the good subordinates and friends that they were, decided to join in on the hunt while the others stayed back to guard and gather information without suspicion. Some went to the control room to look at the security cameras, Charlie among them while Alex left Jason with the patrolling group.
"Okay, now that we're all set, let's go!" said America, taking the first step forward.
The group didn't get to separate yet, before America was stopped by Lizzy running up to hug him, taking him by surprise and gaining the attention of the others within the group.
France smiled slyly while Spain, Portugal, and Mexico glared. Russia on the other hand, paled and backed away to hind behind England, shaking and holding onto him for support as he hide his eyes away from the sight. England sighed as the temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees lower then normal.
"Let's not make it snow anymore, Ivan," he whispered through his teeth, his arms crossed as he glanced behind him.
Russia's reply was a mere "eep" as his form sunk lower behind England's back. Prussia let out a puffed laugh as he watched from the side.
"Alfred, I missed you," said Lizzy. "After that night at the party, I thought you-"
"Honhonhon," said France. "Alfred, Grand Frere ne savait pas que tu as une liaison (Big Brother did not know you were having an affair)."
"What?!" said Alfred. "No! It's not like that! Francis, shut up!" He turned to Portugal. "It's not like that! Nothing happened! Nothing happened, damn it!" He turned to England, who was preoccupied with the whimpering Russia holding onto him for dear life. If America wasn't so panicked and freaked out right now, he would have done something about that. "Arthur, say something?"
"Wha-?" said Arthur, shocked as he turned to look at Alfred. "Don't dragged me into this, git! I don't know what you've been doing while you were here! Ivan! Stop it!"
"Humm..." said Mexico, reaching for his gun.
"Ah-! Wait! Damn it!" Alfred tried to push Lizzy off of him, but her grip was strong, and he didn't want to hurt her unnecessarily, even if she was putting him farther back into the position with those three once more. "Just believe me! You really think I'd cheat on her? I love her, god damn it! I would never do that! Alex, help me out here man!" Alfred turned to, his face pleading.
"Well, he did call me and told me that he, due to some event that took place at the party, was at his limit..."
"Dude, you want me to seriously die or something?!"
Alexis remained silently composed while Jerry and Miles stared up at him.
"So you did it with her than?" Jose questioned, his eyes narrowed in accusation.
"No!" Alfred desperately denied. "I-I mean, sure I let her go on for a bit, but we didn't get that far, damn it! I never took her!"
"What are you saying, Alfie," Lizzy smiled up at him, a figure making circles on his chest. "Do you remember that you saw me naked already? And that I also saw you-"
Alfred ruffle pushed her away from him, his gaze sharp. "Nothing happen, Lizzy," he growled out. "Don't make it sound as if we went that far. We never even got past first base before I shut that door in your face, remember." He turned back to the group. "Come on, let's go. We're wasting too much time here." He turned and walked off, but not before glaring at France for putting him into this situation once more, mouthing the fact that there will be a reckoning, and that France had better watch himself from now on.
"Let there be cake!"
France froze mid step, his eyes wide as colores began to drain from his face. Slowly, he turned around and found himself coming face to face with a child barring curly blond hair and blue eyes stuffing her face in cake. France took a step back.
"N-non," he whispered out, remembering back to that burning day his current flag was first raised and his monarchy destroyed forever, setting his country into turmoil and paining him as much as, if not more so, the Civil War had been to America.
"Grand frère?" Mirabelle looked up at him with concern in her eyes.
"Come now, Francis," said England, standing behind the Frenchman and holding him up with a sigh while a happy smirk was pleasant on his face as he turned his head sideways, away from the Russian clinging to his other side. "It's not that bad, yes?"
"Nick!" Fiona shouted once she saw her boyfriend. Breaking from the little girl and Lisa, she ran toward the group and hugged her boyfriend. "You scared me! Why didn't you text me back? Why didn't you answer my call? Do you know how worried I was when you went silent? Do you?"
Nick smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, sweetie," he apologized. "I've been..." He looked toward Alfred and Arthur, Alfred smirking while Arthur just stared on blankly. Nick narrowed his eyes at them. "Busy."
"Bonjour Monsieur Francis," said Lisa, coming up to France and greeting him, the little cake eating girl in troll.
"B-bonjour, Lisa," said Francis, staring down at the little girl holding hands with Lisa.
"Would you like some cake?" the child offered the cupcake in her hand.
France backed away and smiled widely, trying to hide his terror and keep his tears from flowing out. "N-non, merci. No thank you, ma petite la Rose de Versailles (my little rose of Versailles)," he replied, slipping in the old nickname he once had for the young queen of his country, the last queen of France.
America and Mexico burst into laughter upon realizing what this was all about, and France glared at them.
"Flora," said Fiona, coming to the girl and looking up at France. "I'm sorry, Monsieur Francis. Flora... has a... sweet tooth and a... thing... for cake."
"Hey Fiona, Lisa," said Alfred, walking up. "And little Flora."
"Hi!" Flora smiled up at him. France smiled a little as he saw her innocence, the innocence the young queen once held when she first came to Paris, before all the corruptions went down and tainted her.
America patted the child's head, his eyes a little sad as he understood the situation that brought the child here.
"Hello Alfred," said Lisa. "I haven't see the four of you when we came back. Did something happen?"
"Yeah, something like that," said Alfred, standing up. "It's kinda... my personal family matter that those guys are helping me with." He looked toward Jason, Charlie, and Nick while Fiona's eyes saddened over as she thought of their similar situation. "But ah... it's also kinda their job."
"Job?" questioned Fiona, before eyeing her boyfriend.
"Yeah, just ask Nick all about it," said Alfred. "He'll tell ya. Since he's your boyfriend." Alfred playfully hit Arthur with his elbow. Arthur raised an eyebrow at him before smirking and shaking his head, causing Alfred to pout.
"Ahh, the misconceptions of the ignorance," said Arthur, looking up into the sky with a small smile on his face. "You truly think France only tainted your image by spreading those false rumors about your love life? Please!"
"Geez thanks Al," said Nick. smiling off to the side in worry. "Way to get me killed, man."
"You're welcome!" said Alfred, turning back to Nick with a happy smile on his face. "You can tell her as much as you want, Nicky! No restrictions. Same for you, Francis."
"Eh!" France was startled by that, as he turned to look at America's mischievous smile. "Oh diable (you devil)."
America merely laughed while Alex, his face in one hand, motioned for Nick to go and take care of the mess with his girlfriend. Nick sighed and walked away from the group, indicating for Fiona to follow after him. After asking Lisa to take care of Flora, Fiona followed her boyfriend to get some answers out of him.
"And who might this be, monsieur?" Lisa questioned, looking at Monaco, whose hand was tightly held by Francis.
"Francis, we'll be going on ahead, all right?" said Arthur, as the group scattered about the campus.
Francis nodded as Arthur walked pass before turning back to Lisa again. "Ceci est mon autre petite sœur, (this is my other younger sister) Mirabelle Mademoiselle," he introduced them. upon hearing that introduction, Mirabelle looked up, surprised by his words.
"Ahh, I see," said Lisa. "So today, it's her instead of Michelle?"
"Oui," France smiled. "Ma chere Michelle est... well, I'd have to ask Arzur about zat, mais elle is currently not in zee States right now." Mirabelle noticed how Francis' palms seemed to be sweating as he realized that he'd forgotten to check up on Seychelles. Hopefully, England had already done so, but France made a mental note to ask him about that later.
"Are you free, Lisa?" Mirabelle questioned. "Vould you mind showing us around?"
"Oh, actually, I was about to go and interview a professor with Fiona," Lisa answered. "But you are welcomed to come along, if you'd like."
"Oh, a professor?" asked Francis, as they began to walk off.
"Yes," smiled Lisa. "He's a U.S. history professor. He's very passionate about it too, and seems quite knowledgeable in world history and government as well. He even keeps up with the economy! Students say that taking his class is... like magic, or something, so I was going to interview him for my next assignment!"
"I see," said Francis, before looking down to Flora. "Ma chere, I do not know much about Amérique policies when it comes to école et éducation, mais just from observation, shouldn't la petite Flore be in école primaire instead of here?"
"Ahh, yes... about that." Lisa seemed a bit sad. "It's not really my story to tell but..." She sighed. "It's been really hard on Fiona. Losing both her parents over winter break and having to take care of Flora all by herself now."
"Oh la la!" said Francis, his eyes wide.
"Qu'est-il arrivé (what happened)?" Mirabelle questioned.
Lisa smiled sadly, wondering if she should tell the tale that was not hers. "Well, from what she told me, her parents were on their way from D.C., they work for the government or something like that, but from what I saw at her house, I thought they were scientists."
"Scientists?" Francis raised an eyebrow, curious.
Lisa nodded her head. "But I guess they're also politicians," she continued. "So, anyway, they were on their way to the airport when an accident occurred, and the car was hit by another car while crossing the red light or something. It apparently slide a few feet before flipping over and... caught on fire. Both of them died instantly."
"Oh, how sad..." said Francis. "So zen, did Miss Fiona have to fly to D.C. to pick zem up?"
Lisa nodded her head. "She's been really busy with all of that lately, and that's mostly why she called Nick so many times. The fact that he didn't answer her only added to her stress. Lucky, she had my mother and I there to help her, and thinking about her sister being all alone didn't sit well with her either, so Fiona tried to stay strong, for Flora's sake."
Francis nodded, now understanding why there was a look of sadness and understanding in America's eyes when he patted the child's head, and why it was he had allowed Nick to tell Fiona as mucha as he wanted. And since he was still not completely in the loop like the older agents, it was fine for America to not place a restriction on him. However, France could still imagine England giving him a lecture for this though.
The four finally arrived in front of the professor's classroom, both Mirabelle and Francis having kept a look out all throughout their walk. Lisa knocked on the door before entering after a moment of silence and repeated knocking.
"Professor?" she questioned, creeping into the room to find papers spawn about all over the room and the professor no where to be found.
Lisa walked farther into the room and looked around, Francis and Mirabelle coming up behind her.
"Strange," she said. "The room... it's all trashed up... I wonder what happen- Professor!" Lisa's eyes widened and her hands came up to cover her mouth when she walked behind the teacher's desk only to find the history professor laying down their, blood dripping out of his mouth.
Upon hearing her panicked voice, Francis and Mirabelle quickly took actions and Mirabelle came to hold only Lisa's shaking form as well as cover Flora's eyes while Francis went and checked on the professor's pulse to make sure that he really was dead. After a few minutes, he stopped and shook his head before getting up.
"Vee'd better call zee police," he said, before turning his head over to look at the professor's desk. His eyes widened when it caught wind of something, and he slammed his hands down on the table, startling the girls and causing Lisa to pause in making the phone call.
"Monsieur Francis?" she questioned.
Francis did not take his eyes off of whatever it was he saw that caught his interest, and he ordered Lisa to talk Flora out of the room, keep quite about this until the police arrives, and wait outside with Mirabelle before he whipped out his own phone and sent a message to the other nations to gather before the police and the FBI could come.
The FBI, who caught wind of the nations snooping around, did come, but Alex was able to send them away by showing his own badge before entering the classroom that the corpse was in.
England, known for his famous detective, was the one who found the possible locations of the missing nations when he spotted the bloodied map under Professor Richard Price's hand and noticed that his bloodied figures pointed toward the continent o Africa.
Just as everyone excited the classroom, with Alfred ordering his men to quickly prepare for their departure to Africa, Francis went up to Arthur and quietly asked him the whereabouts of Michelle, to which Arthur grimy replied that he'd only recently found out that she had become silent due and they lost all contact after she returned to her country. He also admitted that he had been neglecting her in favor of dealing with the current mess in his county, which Francis concluded was the reason he had closed off boarders and farther tried to find out the reason for it as well as wondering if America, who usually bugs him about such things, knew. His question was answered when England shushed him up and threatened to not help France with his current terrorist crisis.
In the end, only four jets left for Africa while everyone else returned to their own countries. Mexico, despite wanting to go, had his own national crisis to deal with. The Italian brothers, on the other hand, were too scared to venture there, so they were left with Monaco, Romania and Moldova- though it seemed as if the brothers were hinding something more than the fact that they didn't want to go, as Romano had actually held Veneziano protectively when he refused to go. And Veneziano, despite always following Germany around, agreed with him, never once looking anyone in the eye except England, and that seemed only in fear. But England seemed to understand the message he was sending, though he didn't tell anyone and only walked away, saying to leave the brothers be despite America pointing out that the fact that Italy wouldn't meet their eyes was suspicious.
China and Hong Kong didn't even show up for the meeting due to China having found out that his own government were the ones who had sent men after Hong Kong and Taiwan, whom Japan had secured by taking her to his palce- though he himself doubted how safe that decision may be for her and had been constantly worrying about her the entire time he was in America.
Switzerland, of course, declared neutrality and took Liechtenstein with him, closing off both their boarders and putting a tight lease on their governments and the militaries. The British Isles, on the other hand, though helpful, had only England sent out of the country to physically help find the missing nations while the older brothers dealt with whatever serious crisis was going on in their country that made all of them willingly join hands together, for once.
"What?" the agent in black shouted into his phone, his back turned to the jet leaving for Africa. "The corpse is missing? How can it be missing? It's not like he could just up and walk away, he's dead, damn it!"
"What's going on?" Alex questioned the agent on the phone.
"Nothing sir, it's just..." The agent looked uneasy as he told Alex that the corpse of the history professor was missing.
Alex's eyes widened as he quickly snatched the phone and held it to his ears. "Find him!" he shouted into the phone with urgency and great furry that hadn't been seen before. "Find that unidentified corpse of the history professor and whoever took him! His real identity is critical to our survival, people, find him!"
Alex hung up his phone, his eyes wide as he thought of the past. The image of the professor sitting on the wall of the flower beds in D.C. and him walking along the Memorial Wall with America suddenly entered his mind, and Alex finally realized why that man had seemed familiar to him.
"No," he whispered out, before turning around to talk with his nation only to find that the plan was about to take off.
The other agents, seeing the worried and horror face of their leader, tried to go after the jet and stop it. However, Alex told them that there was no need for such rash actions, as all they could do now was watch as the jet took off and disappeared into the distant.
Up on top of the airport stood an eagle, who's deep black eyes had seen everything that had happened on the ground. Taking one last look at the other agent on the phone, hidden from view of the others, the eagle raised its wings and soared up toward the sky before turning around and flew off toward the direction of the jet heading for Africa.
NEXT CHAPTER: The Rescue Mission Part 1
Off to Africa we go! I wonder what's going to happen? Well the kidnapped nations be found?
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