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Alex

December 24th, 2010

Person: Garcia

Summary: Worked with the CIA up until the age of 71, when MI6 convinced them to fire him as he was too old and was thought to be a liability. Knows several key people in the CIA who could help us.

Sighing, I looked down at my latest journal entry. For the past seven months it had been nothing but janitors and family members of agents who knew less about MI6 than I did. Garcia was the most helpful person we had interviewed by far, and all he had to offer was a few possible CIA contacts. Trying to tear my thoughts away from our lack of success, I looked down to check my watch, then grinned. One of the members of K-unit was coming for Christmas Eve, then leaving in the actual evening. The day afterward, I was being moved to my next safe house.

It was about 11:00 in the morning and they were supposed to get here around 12:30. I still wasn't sure which soldier it was going to be, cuz we had to keep knowledge to an absolute need-to-know basis around here, in case one of us was a traitor. You wouldn't think that applied to me, as I couldn't actually be a traitor without going back to MI6, but apparently logic wasn't a prevailing force with this little group of rebels. After all, they hadn't even chosen a name, and a name was like the most important part of a rebel group. Eagle had suggested 'The Dark Riders' and I came up with 'The Alex Liberation Party', but no one else seemed to find it amusing...

I heard a knock on the door, and Eagle poked his head through.

"Hey, Cub! What are you doing here? I was told there was a hot chick in this room!" He grinned and I rolled my eyes.

"Your sense of humour really hasn't improved at all." I got up and walked over to him, holding out my hand for our handshake.

"Screw that." Eagle snorted and pulled me in for a hug.

Laughing, I hugged him back then pulled away. "Dude, pull yourself together. You're acting like a girl." Secretly, I was glad he hugged me. There wasn't a whole lot of hugging going around in the ranks of 'TALP' as I was secretly labelling us. "So, did you bring me my present?"

"Cub, would I have dared to come if I didn't bring your presents?" When I nodded, he looked at me sceptically. "Really? Just think about it for a second, then answer."

"Okay, maybe not."

"That's what I thought. It would be like... like... like..."

"You can't think of a simile, can you?"

"No."

Laughing, we all sat around the table, eating a pathetic excuse for Christmas dinner. And when I say 'all' I mean me, Eagle, and George. That was it. Eagle's terrible jokes kept us in hysterics though, and nobody seemed to mind the shitty food, so it was all good. Afterwards, I opened my presents, which were just a few new books and cd's, and for a second it almost felt like a normal Christmas. Then Eagle had to leave, and the illusion was shattered.

I leaned over the side of the boat, trying desperately hard not to be sick. I had never thought of myself as the seasick type, but apparently I was. George came up to me.

"How goes it down there?" He looked partially amused, partially sympathetic. Mostly amused though.

I groaned, pulling myself back into a standing position. "Can I go back inside?"

"Please do. Nobody wants you to be sick all over the deck." An unfortunately familiar voice interrupted our conversation.

"Fiona." I turned around slowly. "How... nice to see you."

She smirked. "Yes, I'm sure. Especially since you knocked me unconscious the last time you saw me."

I groaned again, and this time it had nothing to do with seasickness. Fiona Friend was one of my least favourite people who hadn't tried to kill me. Very briefly, I contemplated returning to MI6, just to get away from her. "Let me guess, this boat is yours." It was certainly fancy enough.

"Good guess." She said, as she tossed her black hair back over her shoulder. "And sadly, Daddy is making me share with you. The most annoying 14 year old boy on the planet."

Sighing, I resolved to not let her get to me. "I'm 16 actually." It was true. Somehow during the past seven months, my birthday had passed without anyone noticing or celebrating. George and I had some cake, but none of the members of K-unit could join us, as that would have made MI6 a little bit suspicious.

"Really? Because you still look like the same little shrimp you were when we met."

I found that a bit ironic, as I was now about the same height as her, and she was a year older than me. "Well I can assure you, I'm not."

"Whatever." Her dark eyes flashed dangerously and I almost took a step back. "If you even think about knocking me unconscious on this little journey, I will break that handsome face of yours, even if you did save my life."

"Fiona, I'm not going to knock you unconscious. Unless you try and push me off the boat."

"Now why would I do that?"

"I don't know what goes on in your mind. When we met you were calling me a nasty little boy, then you were trying to kiss me or something. I never know which it's going to be." I ran a hand through my hair exasperatedly.

She started moving towards me. "Which would you like it to be?" I turned to look at George, silently begging for help. She moved until she was standing quite close to me. "Well?"

George just stood there, laughing, then turned to go inside. Apparently I was on my own. "Um..." My mind snatched at the first thing it thought of. "What about Rufus?"

"Rufus is history."

"Gotta go! See ya later." Or not. I laughed nervously, practically sprinting after George.

I found him stood in the kitchen of the boat, drinking some water.

"Thanks for the help back there!"

"Come on Alex, you've got to learn to deal with these things on your own. I can't be standing beside you fending off every lovestruck teenager to come your way." He chuckled. "Besides, it was hilarious."

"Not to me it wasn't!" I wandered into the living room, collapsed into an armchair and prayed that we would get to wherever we were going soon. This was going to suck.