Hey guys, sorry for the wait, I was a little bit busy. I meant to upload this on Friday when I had a snow day and was out of school(Yay!!!!) but my internet was being stupid so that didn't happen. Anywhoooo here's the next one for you. Enjoy!!
Jacen suddenly spotted a dent in the middle of the walls. He cocked a brow at it, well that was odd. A random dent right in the middle of the wall. He walked up to the dent and peered into it, not very surprised when he saw right through it into another room, rather than the darkness of a normal dent. He sighed, stepped back and then, with all the force he could sum up in his slightly weakened and shaky right leg, kicked the wall. He was pleased when the entire thing came crumbling down at his feet. Jacen's vision suddenly blurred at the impact, but he quickly shook it off; it was no time to be feeling off color.
The other agents froze to see the damage their leader had just done.
Once the dust cleared, it revealed a small room similar to the one that hid it. But upon looking it over, he frowned. It was empty all except an elaborate writing in red liquid (Jacen could only guess what that was) on the white floor. Other than that, the room was completely empty. Kurst must have had his men clear the office of everything Sanclair was doing. Jacen turned back to the writing in the middle of the room: Trop tard ! Désolé ! Vos deux garçons seront prochains…
It translated to: Too late! Sorry! Your two boys will be next…
Jacen put a hand to his forehead and turned away from the words that caused his heart to clench the slightest bit. "Someone clean that up" he ordered roughly.
He began to walk out of the room when little black splotch on the bottom right corner of the white walled room. Moving closer though, he saw it wasn't a splotch, rather a bunch of scribbles in black ink. He peered closer at the neat, almost microscopic script. "Hey, someone take a picture of this" he called, not taking his eyes off the words.
He moved over a little as one of his men came and crouched next to him, snapping a quick shot of the wall with some new type of MI6 camera or other.
"What does it say, sir?" the agent asked peering closer at it himself.
"It's not in English…it's…Latin" Jacen said squinting harder "Shit, of all the things, Latin?"
"Is there a problem, sir?"
"Why Latin? I'm a 22 year old guy, my Latin's more than a little bit rusty" Jacen sighed. "Do you know anything?"
"Do I look any older than you?" the agent chuckled. Jacen smiled a bit. "No I guess…"
"My name is James Bevel, by the way. Head of MI6 Security Division" James said holding out a hand.
"Jacen Kraell" Jacen smiled, taking the hand. After a brief but firm shake, the two men turned back to the wall.
"Do you want us to bring in a translator?" James asked.
"No, no, too much time" Jacen shook his head "I'll manage." He looked closer and began to read: Si flowra esurio externus iunctum , totus quietus infinitio ostendo sum infinitas infinitio adversarius praesumo nisi absentis. Bis auditus in septem ratio havine emulatan nusquam in Olympus res. Sepulchrum oculars evello igneus endus habitus reverto super foris res.
Jacen furrowed his brows as he translated the words in his mind. "What…the fuck?" he wondered out loud.
"What is it?" James frowned
"These words…they make little to no sense" Jacen said slowly. "It's just a whole bunch of words...."
"What exactly does it say?"
"If flowers yearn outer unity, all resting eternities reveal endless adversaries dare if not gone. Twice heard in seven theories having emulated nothing in heavens abnormal verdict epitomes deprived internal eases done-Gone out twice on best eden doomed real ounces of mass" Jacen recited with a bit of hesitation "Make any sense to you?"
James shook his head. "But if I might make a suggestion, maybe it's not supposed to be read that way…"
Jacen turned to his agent with a raised brow. His head violently pulsed once again but he forced it back.
"Why don't you try to read it like an acronym and see if that works" James suggested "The English acronyms…I'm sure the Latin would have been too obvious, should this be a hidden message."
Jacen shrugged and decided to give it a shot. He gathered the first letter of every word from the English translation and put them together in his mind.
"If you are reading this…then I have died-Go to bedroom…" Jacen exchanged a look with his companion before they both shot up and dashed for the bedroom. The vaguely registered the other agents shooting glances their way but paid no mind. They kicked in the door of the bedroom where two agents were already looking around.
"Sir, we were just going to call you" one of them said turning from a point on the wall "We just found some sort of written manuscript or something of that sort on this wall over here."
The agent barely finished before James and Jacen pushed him aside to look at the wall. And there it was, all the way at the bottom, so small it was barely readable. Jacen looked closely at it. It was much longer than the last.
"If he wrote this out in plain sight, then why didn't any of the SCORPIA men see it?" James raised a brow at Jacen.
"They were in a hurry; they had to get all of it done before we got here. It's exactly why they didn't get to fix the entrance to the secret room fast enough" Jacen answered reading the text across.
James gave his leader a moment before asking "What does it say?"
"It's in almost 20 different languages. He switched languages every other word…" Jacen shook his head "It says…god…It says 'Here goes nothing. If you are MI6 then this will go to good use. If you are not and somehow manage to read this, then congratulations you will probably cause the destruction of England now. But it doesn't matter to me now, I am dead. So in hopes that you are MI6 I instruct you to go to Resturanté À Amour and ask for the waiter Acel Delmon. Tell him you came under word of Karl Aleron and that you need the letter. Go now, SCORPIA works faster than you know.'"
"Á Amour…" James muttered "That's the last place Sanclair was spotted…"
"Yes, but why would he hope this to be read by an MI6 agent?" Jacen furrowed his brows.
"I don't know, but maybe that letter he was talking about could help us" James said standing up "Let's go."
"Yeah" Jacen sighed, following "We should."
"But before you do…you should probably get that arm of yours checked up" James pointed out.
"I should…" Jacen muttered "And I should probably make sure I don't have a concussion too. Or if I broke my back…or my left knee…"
"Hey" Jacen stopped one of the passing agents "Get a drink to get him back up" he ordered quickly. The agent rushed off to do as he was told.
"Do you want me to drop you off at our special med-center, and I'll go pick up the letter?"
"No…I'll come with you" Jacen shook his head. "If I pass out in the process then you have permission to ship me off wherever you please."
"Are you sure you don't want to rest? This is definitely not going to do you any good…" James insisted.
"No. We have to finish this. I refuse to rest until I find Alex and Ian" Jacen said adamantly "You have no idea how important they are to me."
"A personal mission?" James raised a brow.
"Yes…this is a personal mission" Jacen sighed. At that moment the agent ordered by James returned, approaching him with an can of some energy drink or other "Here sir, it'll help you."
"No, no" Jacen shook his head "First lesson with Ian, energy drinks-not good."
James chuckled "Let's go" he said leading his (safe to say) partner out of the house. "So Ian Rider was a teacher of yours?"
"You don't even know the half of it."
Alex looked around the small room that Kurst had brought him into. There were no windows, nothing but bare grey walls aside from the door. In the center of the room was a small wooden table with a chair on both ends and…a chess set in the middle?
Alex raised a brow at it. A chess set? Really?
"Please, have a seat" Kurst gestured towards one of the seats. Alex hesitantly did as he was told. Kurst took the seat opposite him. "Ever played chess before, Alex?"
"Occasionally" Alex answered skeptically. "How is this going to help you, do tell."
"It isn't, this is just a simple exercise in which we'll just talk" Kurst shrugged, moving forward one of his white pawns. "Your move."
"Talk?" Alex raised a brow, moving one of his own pawns.
"Yes talk" Kurst nodded moving a piece "Your uncle taught you how to play chess when you were four and a half, no?"
"I don't want to talk about my uncle now" Alex said stiffly, moving a piece forward.
"Ah, have a little row, did we?" Kurst raised his brows.
"…No" Alex muttered, taking out one of Kurst's pieces.
"Then why are you so hesitant to speak of your beloved uncle?" Kurst drawled.
"I just don't want to" Alex said taking another piece.
"I happened to hear a little bit of what happened-"
"You had us on surveillance…" Alex growled in sudden realization.
"Just briefly. The cameras in the holding cells are a bit rusty anyways, one minute their fine the next minute they're out cold, what to do, what to do, and the mechanics haven't come in, in ages" Kurst rolled his eyes dramatically "Anyway, I heard a bit of your conversation, and let me tell you, I agree with you. What your uncle did to you was terrible." This time Kurst took one of Alex's pieces.
"Yeah, nice job at trying to play at my side" Alex smirked moving a piece forward.
"You know, I had a uncle too" Kurst sighed, ignoring the previous statement "Grew up with the old fellow. My parents were too busy killing each other to deal with me."
"Making up a story for me, now are we?" Alex raised a brow.
"Whether you chose to believe me or not is your choice. But it is the truth" Kurst shrugged "Anyway, I remember my uncle so clearly. Good man, he was. Always took me out fishing, pick me up from school; stand up for me in front of the bullies. God I loved that guy…"
Alex snorted, lovely, all the things his uncle never did for him.
"My uncle died in a car accident" Kurst said slowly.
"Can you mock me in a less painful way?" Alex smirked "This is tearing me to bits."
"I didn't mean to do that Alex. Honestly. This is just supposed to be a talk" Kurst said drumming his fingers together in front of himself "Your move."
Alex looked down on the board. He hadn't realized how far they'd gotten into the game. He moved a piece.
"Well, if my speaking about my uncle is tearing you apart" Kurst leaned forward "Then why don't you tell me about your uncle?"
"I think you know him better than I do" Alex felt a little sick hearing those words come out of his mouth. Hearing the truth come out of his mouth.
"I know him from my point of view…what is he from your point of view?"
"Not much. Just a lying, deceiving, inconsiderate, absent bastard straight from hell" Alex growled, the same rage from before suddenly rising inside him again "Not to mention he's probably Satan's son too…"
"Hmm" Kurst smirked "Ian never liked his own father either, though I didn't see the problem with Tony; he was quite the agent. Never got him in one of my cells here…ever."
"I don't…I don't care about him. I don't even know him; I don't know anything about anyone…" Alex muttered absentmindedly.
"I didn't want to mention this in front of Ian…in fear of him snapping in front of us right then and there, but he's responsible for many more deaths than you know, Alex" Kurst said.
"Yeah, no shit, he's an MI6 agent. He kills like he breathes" Alex smirked "We all do."
"He killed his parents…" Kurst sighed "Ian is a very twisted person, Alex. Much more than you will ever be. And I understand why. I mean if I were responsible for the deaths of my entire family-"
"My grandparents died on a mission, how was that Ian's fault?" Alex raised a brow.
"Your father was supposed to on that last mission with them-except he stayed back, not only because he had an injured leg-that wasn't even the half of it" Kurst began "It was mostly because Ian had just gotten into some trouble…I'm not going to mention what-I believe Ian likes the fact that you respect him to some degree, and we want to keep it that way. But he had gotten into some serious trouble and his parents wanted John to keep an eye on him while they were away. Have their perfect son look after the rotten one…"he paused to register Alex's expression "John's leg wasn't too badly injured and it was a simple mission-he could have gone if he wanted. But his parents had him stay back. And just maybe, if he had gone along he would have been able to spot that bomb underneath the car…"
Alex wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"I wouldn't trust Ian very much if I were you…" Kurst said slowly "Never know what he can do to get you…killed. You are after all the son of the man that basically overshadowed his entire existence…"
Alex remained silent.
"If you took him out before he took you…" Kurst almost whispered "Checkmate."
Alex looked down at the board and indeed saw a checkmate.
"Come with me Alex…" Kurst looked him in the eyes with an almost threatening glare "And together we can tear apart the man that ruined your life…"
Alex stared hard at Kurst before a small smile-a bittersweet smile came upon his lips. And he opened his mouth to speak…
Cliffhanger!! Dun dun dun!!! Is Alex going to give in?? You'll see soon, I already have half the next chapter written up =D
So I introduced a new oc here named James, I just thought Jacen could use some company on his quest for Alex and Ian.
Also another thing, in a little bit I'll be uploading a new short story thats a companion piece to this called Amicitia Instituo. It's basically about Jacen and Ian's meeting along with their first mission together. Just a little thing I thought would make an interesting read =] So I'd really appreciate it if you guys checked that out. And for those of you that reviewed, put an alert or favorited Infragilis Vinculum, thanks a million, love you guys. It killed me to end that story(cause I looooved it) and I'm replacing the void with this new story. So go check it out XD
And as usual, Review!!