Spy Down!

Hopefully, the end of last chapter was good, da? *grins and fist-pumps* I enjoyed writing it! Now, watch the magical sci-fi unfold. R&R.


Chapter 11.

Spy thought he would pass out as the shock hit his veins like ice.

He was stopping bullets and bombs and rockets…all with his mind? To be honest, flinging out his arms and mentally pleading stop wasn't how he imagined this. And yet, the dream version of himself had done the exact same motions.

"Holy mother of mackerel, dude." Scout's voice whispered hoarsely, breaking Spy's trance. "You have psychic powers!" Spy had the overwhelming urge to turn around and tell the boy to stop being silly, superpowers weren't real –

But here he was, freezing flying objects with his MIND. The evidence was ridiculously prominent.

"I…"

The lilac light was gorgeous, flowing over the war zone with a calming aura, putting everything it touched into stillness and silence. He turned slowly, feeling the energy like they were coiled whips lying in the centre of his unconscious mind and Scout let out a cry of admiration. Trust him to get so fired up about this.

"Oh AWESOME! Your eyes are glowing!"

What?

Spy's hand jerked up to his covered face instinctively and as soon as he stopped concentrating on the dangerous projectiles, the lilac energy disappeared like smoke in the wind and they all fell to the floor with an almighty clatter.

Wide-eyed and trembling from a sudden rush of fatigue, Spy jumped at the noise and looked around at friend and foe alike in anguished confusion. He didn't wish for this unwanted attention and strange superpower! Why did it always happen to him? Why were all judging eyes fixed on his frozen form in the spotlight once more?

"Mission aborted."

The ice-cold tone of the Announcer brought all men back to the present and the spell broke, sending everyone into a hushed frenzy of talking and released feelings.

"RED Spy, see me right away."

It died down instantly and Spy was left in suffocating silence.

"Oh…"

Terrified and unable to think about the possibilities of the outcome of this little meeting, Spy put one foot forward and his legs buckled underneath him.

"Whoa there, private." Lance's gruff voice quietly calmed his panicked breathing and French babbling. "Let's find her, yeah? We're reporting to her now, so stay calm."

"Oh bitte, let me help!" Elias cried, rushing forward with Jasper at his side, both Medics mirroring each other perfectly with their concerned faces.

"Fine, sure." Soldier answered in distraction as he put Spy's thin arm around his shoulder. Spy leant heavily on him, shaking like a leaf from his experience.

He would wake up in a minute.

But as the quartet made their way slowly down the hall to sit in the Medic's office and wait for the Administrator, Spy realised that this was one horrible nightmare he would never wake up from.

Head went into hands.

Hand placed itself firmly on his back.

"I'll do the talking, private." Soldier said gruffly.

Spy felt grateful.

The old bat arrived an hour later, bringing her bony legs out of the car with a hawk like elegance and Miss Pauling by her side once more. Elias came into the room to tell them anxiously that she was here, his voice slightly hoarse from little usage.

"See her through to my office." Jasper signed readily and Elias squawked in delighted surprise before leaving.

"Never told me you could do sign language."

"If you're a good doctor, then you bother to go zat extra mile."

"Bit braggy there, doc." Soldier's grin betrayed his true objective of teasing.

The Administrator had been unusually understanding (for her anyway) about his illness…but this would be a different story and everyone knew it, despite their light-hearted banter.

"Spy."

The cold word turned everyone's attention to the doorway and there loomed the Administrator, a clear frown behind her smoking cigarette.

Spy gulped and counted silently to keep his composure.

"Everyone out." she ordered and Spy watched helplessly as his lifeline, Soldier, left the room unwillingly.

The Announcer took a seat across from the suit-clad man and he inwardly trembled under her calculating gaze.

Finally, she said one demanding word.

"Explain."

Spy recounted everything that he already knew, stuttering over his words a little. To her credit, Helen did not interrupt. Thoughtfully, she put out her cigarette on the examination table (RED Medic was going to flip when he saw that stain and probably blame him too) and folded her thin hands together to contemplate him.

"You can't just get psychic powers overnight." she muttered and Spy dared to glance at her smoke-worn face.

"Madam?"

"Someone's been fiddling with my affairs." Came the dark reply and Spy jerked in confusion.

"I-If I may ask…how did you lead yourself to such a conclusion?"

Helen glared for a moment and turned her head to stare at the entrance.

"Miss Pauling."

The petite woman appeared in the doorway like magic, clasping her brown clipboard to her ample chest like always.

"Yes, Administrator?"

Spy smiled shyly at her and felt happy when he got a little wave in response.

"Get a private investigator and one of our top scientists. Maybe even a whole team of forensic investigators if we must, I want this incident routed out – NOW."

Miss Pauling bowed and nodded.

"I'll do it immediately."

"Oh, and two other things, Miss Pauling."

The young woman turned back from where she had been about to hurry away, a questioning look on her smooth face.

"Call the Mann brothers and inform them of this…development. I'm sure they'll be VERY interested to hear of this." Helen purred.

Spy froze. Not the brothers too.

"And make this Spy a cup of strong tea. He's not functioning right now and I find it disappointing."

Spy winced at the condescending tone but gaped at her almost kind request.

Miss Pauling grinned, causing his heart to flutter.

"Right away, ma'am."

An hour after the Announcer quizzed Spy vigorously on anything abnormal that he could recall about his days so far, Miss Pauling returned with a steaming mug of milky brown liquid. The Administrator swept past her to head off to who knew where, without even a goodbye, and Miss Pauling chuckled, setting down the bright pink mug (it wasn't like he had dignity left anyway) in front of the tired Spy, who stared at it in a numb stupor.

"You drink it, Spy." Her soft voice broke through the fog, laced with concern and Spy picked it up, his whole body on autopilot.

After fifteen minutes of silence, Spy plucked up the courage to whisper a phrase;

"I thought I was going to faint. She wants me to continue battling…I think I am 'er little experiment."

Miss Pauling put a delicate hand on one of his own and tilted her head to the side to get a better view of his shocked face, her dark hair falling to one side (she was without her usual bun and it was beautiful) and wide earthy eyes piercing through him.

"Everything's going to be just fine."

Spy closed his eyes and let a tear fall.


"YES! YEEES! He's responding!"

Wolfgang slammed his fists down on the monitor keyboards in triumph and danced around in front of the monitor clearly showing the jaw-dropping powers of the RED Spy in motion on the battlefield. Several understudies stood open-mouthed and others edged away from their mad boss, who was beside himself with crazed glee.

"HE IS MY WEAPON!"


That's chapter eleven out and everything's already starting to move. Sorry if it's shorter and more boring that the last one. While I'm at it, I'm also celebrating because this story has already received FIFTY REVIEWS! You have NO idea how happy this makes me and I'm going to try and think of a way to reward all of my loyal readers (past and present). So stay tuned for that! For now, here's another thank you list:

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