007:Black Ivy: Chapter 3
After about 5 minutes, someone knocked on the door. "Come in." I said, for some stupid reason. The door slid open and the boy I saw talking to his grandma stood in the doorway, his bags heaped on a trolly he had found somewhere. He glanced at all the bags sitting in front of me. "Is that seat taken?" he asked.
"No, its not. I stood up and shoved most of the bags on the floor to make room for the boy, whose name I think was Alex. "Thanks." Said Alex. "No problem, Alex." I said, sitting back down on my seat. His head whipped round to my direction. "Who told you my name?" he asked. "No one. All your bags have ALEX BOYLE on them and your grandma is very loud."
I said calmy and Alex sat down. "Your good, Miss..." He hesitated. "Mathilde." I said. "Oh a French name. Do you speak French, Mathilde?" He asked. "Pas aux idiots comme toi je ne." I said. "I heard the word idiots there so I'm not going to ask what you said. And does the great Mathilde of France have a second name?" I glared at him for a second before I answer.
I knew he was just being a clown, but he really was taking the hand. "Swan. Mathilde Swan." Alex, who had been drinking something out of a water bottle, nearly choked. "You're a Swan? As in, Madeleine Swan's daughter? As in James Bond's daughter? As in the five year old girl who got kidnapped 10 years ago Mathilde Swan?!" I looked at him, confused. "Did someone write a book about me?" I asked.
"Hell no. Your FAMOUS. Your parents are legends! I mean, come on, James Bond's daughter? It's crazy. How'd you not know about this?" he asked me. "I don't know. The news we get from England to our house is crap and is out of date. By a few months. I guess my mum would be kinda famous at MI6..." Alex looked at me. "How do you know all these things about me?"
Alex and I answered at the same time. "Grandma." We smiled at each other. "My brother is part of the 00 section at MI6." Said Alex, after a few minutes. "What number?" I asked. Alex smirked. "007."