To MzHissyFits: I do the same thing... Wait, is the book out in the U.S. now? I haven't looked... I should do that next time we go to the store! AHHH! (rips own hair out)... Oh, and they are still in England. And to that question about trusting Eoin... I'm not going to tell you!
When they arrived at the large estate of an American drug lord who had more money than anyone should, Alex was weary. Or maybe he was playing the part of a delinquent looking to join a gang... Alex wasn't entirely sure. It was probably both.
"And you're looking for a job, I suppose?" a man, who went by the name of Juggernaut alone, asked. He was tall. Taller than Eoin. He was very muscular and looked like he could kill someone by pinching them, because his hands were so big. Alex got the impression that he could also kill someone by simply looking at them. Or maybe he wasn't feeling well?
"We're supposed to talk to someone named Taylor." Eoin said. Alex stared at him. His accent had changed drastically, from an Irish accent to one a person might hear on the streets of New York City in America. Who was this guy? Could Alex really trust him?
"Taylor... that little skunk." the man, more like monstrosity, grunted. "What business you got with her?"
"The kind of business that doesn't concern you." Eoin sneered. The man, Juggernaut, growled.
"You can't talk to me like that you little punk." he said as he leaned in and grabbed Eoin's shirt collar.
"Hey Jug." came a girl's voice. Everyone looked over. She was a girl, barely five feet tall, with raven black hair and blue streaks. Alex couldn't determine her exact age. She looked like she might've been around his age, but then... she had a way about her which made her seem older. Nineteen, perhaps?
"What do you want?" the man growled.
"Ya gonna kill 'em or merely pummel 'em?" the girl asked. Juggernaut grinned mercilessly.
"Maybe both. Why the hell do you care?" he asked.
"Cuz the boss wants 'em for a job." the girl snapped. "And I don't want him angry... do you?"
The man continued to glare, but he let Eoin fall to the ground, unharmed.
"Bitch." the man muttered as he walked away. The girl grinned.
"Thank you." she replied. Eoin stood up and brushed the dirt off his jeans.
"Asshole." he muttered.
"Did someone say you could speak?" she asked him. Eoin glared at her.
"I don't need anyone to tell me to speak or not." he snapped.
"In this house, you do." she replied, glaring in return.
"And who exactly are you?" Eoin growled.
"Name's Taylor." she said. "I'm who you're here to see."
"You?" Eoin laughed.
"Yes."
"You barely look old enough drive." Eoin scoffed. "You sure as hell look short enough..."
Taylor's eye began to twitch.
"State your names." she growled, glaring at Eoin and Alex.
"Trent." Alex told her. He didn't change accents, or try not to use his. That was his role in this game, English.
"I'm Br-"
"Don't bother, already got a name for you. Brat. Suits you nicely." Taylor replied.
"HEY!" Eoin screamed.
"Shut up. Now, come with me." she told them.
"Where?" Alex asked.
"You're gonna meet the boss." Taylor told him.
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
The boss was a slight man. He was small in stature, American, and had a balding head which shone in the bright sun. In fact, Alex was caught in the glare, and it kept him from taking in much of his surroundings.
The best he could tell, it was an old, Victorian-style house. The back had a large porch, where he was taking a seat with the boss. It was open, looking out on a large field of grass.
"So... these are the boys Gus sends me?" the boss said. He remained sitting in the expensive white chair as he looked up and studied Eoin and Alex. "What are their names?"
"I'm-"
"That guy's Trent." she said, pointing to Alex. "This guy who can't shut up goes by the name of Brat."
"HEY!"
"Brat?" the man asked. He grinned. "I like it. It has a kind of honesty." he laughed. Eoin scowled.
"And who are you exactly?" Eoin asked. The man stopped laughing and glared.
"My name is not important." he snapped. "From now on, you can just call me God."
"God?" Alex asked. The man glared at him. He sighed and grinned.
"All right, the name's Gray." he said. "Take a seat." he told them. Eoin and Alex looked between each other. After this moment, there would be no going back. It was that moment in every spy's life when realize that here on in, if they make a single mistake, they're screwed. And so is their partner. They each made a note: NO MISTAKES. "Now, I hear you two are the best at what you do. Which is really quite interesting, for such a young age."
When Eoin didn't have an instant answer, Alex looked toward him. He looked stumped. He mentally kicked Eoin. So much for that.
"We get good practice." Alex said. Gray laughed and nodded.
"Tell me, do you two think you can do this job?" he asked. Still no answer from Eoin.
"Would Gus have sent us if we couldn't?"
"Gus has been known... for making mistakes lately. There are those who believe he needs to retire." Gray replied, his face serious.
"What's the job?" Alex asked. Gray nodded to Taylor.
"MI6 has been butting in on our business. We need someone to go and take care of it."
Hired assassins?
"Who?"
"The very top. A man named Alan Blunt."
Warning bells. Hired assassins? Alan Blunt? They were being hired to kill Alan Blunt? As much as the mere possibility of Alan Blunt's death was just, in the slightest bit... justified? Alex was sure it would cause it a few... problems.
"Unless of course, you're not up for that?" Gray asked. It took a moment for Alex to react, but he nodded in reply.
Carnelian Rhapsody
by Riley
(a.k.a. keywi kitty)
Chapter 4
We're Spies, Yup, Uh-huh
"What happened to no mistakes?" Alex asked Eoin.
"I know, I know. I just... froze." Eoin answered. Alex stared at him.
"Froze?" he asked in disbelief. "You've been acting over-excited about a mission and you've just barely been able to contain yourself, and then when it starts you FREEZE?" Alex asked.
"Yeah... that's about it." Eoin grinned, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Alex observed his partner. Yep, he was screwed.
"No more freezing, understand?" Alex asked. Eoin nodded. There came a knock at the door. Alex went over and opened it.
"Gray is impressed." Taylor stood there, smiling. "Nice job. And I was sure you two would be caught."
"No such luck." Eoin said. He leaned over and kissed the girl on her cheek.
"What the hell...?" Alex asked. Eoin turned around and faced Alex.
"I'd like you to meet Chloe, my sister."
"SISTER?"
Alex nearly had a heart attack. He felt his left arm going numb. This was growing increasingly more complicated.
"Nice to meet you." Chloe said. "I take it nobody told you about us?"
"No kidding." Alex muttered to himself. He felt very, very confused.
"We're spies." Chloe said, nodding.
"Couldn't be anything else." Eoin agreed, nodding.
"We've got that natural spy-like nature." Chloe said, nodding.
"What's it called?" Eoin asked.
"Creepiness?" Chloe suggested.
"No, no, that wasn't it."
"Stupidity?" Chloe said. Eoin looked annoyed for a moment and then cheered up.
"I'VE GOT IT!" Eoin proclaimed. Alex stared in horror.
"Well?" Chloe asked.
"Stupidity." Eoin said, nodding. Chloe looked shocked.
"My God, that boy's a genius."
Alex wasn't sure what exactly was going on... All he knew, was that he was afraid... Very, very afraid. For his life.
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Alex wasn't sure about his new partner. He wasn't sure at all. He cheated at poker. He could switch identities at the drop of a hat, which he supposed all good spies should be able to do. What worried Alex most was that things were just too... comedic. Or was it convenient? He wasn't sure which, but both greatly disturbed him.
Now, they were being hired as assassins to kill Alan Blunt. It wasn't that Alex didn't like Ala... It wasn't that Alex wanted Alan Blunt dead, more like just suffer... a lot. After everything he had put Alex through, he deserved at least a little pain.
He had to get in contact with MI6. Much to his chagrin, he was sure the only one who had the faintest possibility of an idea as to how to get in touch with MI6 might be... Eoin.
"We have to call for backup." Alex told his partner. His sister, Chloe, had left already.
"Backup? Woah, woah, woah. What's got into your head, Rider?" Eoin asked, chewing on a pack of gum and throwing a ball at the ceiling casually, catching it as it fell back down.
"They're planning to kill Alan Blunt." Alex said. This should have told him everything. Why was Eoin just sitting around?
"We can't just up and call home." Eoin said, tossing the ball in the air.
"Why the hell not?" Alex asked. None of this made any sense.
"We're hot at the moment." Eoin caught the ball. He sat up on his bed. "Listen, we just entered into the service of one of the most powerful men in the world. Our every move is going to scrutinized."
"We were hired as assassins." Alex shouted.
"Your point being?" Eoin asked.
"For one thing, we don't know anything about being assassins. For another, we have to kill Alan Blunt!" Alex shouted. Eoin sighed.
"No offense, but how long have you been a spy?" Eoin asked. Alex glared. "Look, maybe it's not so bad!"
"Letting Alan Blunt get killed is 'not so bad'?" Alex asked. Eoin shrugged.
"I heard he's a bit of a jerk."
"WHAT!"
There it was, that annoying laugh. The one that made Alex feel like an idiot for even speaking. For even doubting.
"I'm kidding." Eoin said. Alex wasn't sure though. There was something in the boy's eyes. Either mischievous, or slightly... evil. It was that demonic smile of his. That glint in his eyes. And that edge to tone that turned everything into a joke.
Alex wasn't sure if he could trust this guy, but all his instincts told him to be on the safe side, and be careful. Just in case.
"So, what are we going to do?" Alex asked. Eoin walked over to the table and pulled out a cell phone. He handed it to Alex.
"In the phonebook, there's a number. The name's Malfoy, Lucious." Eoin said. Alex stared in curiosity.
"The character from Harry Potter?" he asked. Eoin glared.
(I've been reading Draco/Ginny fics again... and to think, I'd thought I'd gotten over that addiction!)
"No, from the Wizard of Oz." Eoin replied. "Go to a payphone, somewhere at least five miles out." he instructed. "Call that number, they'll patch you through."
"Five miles out?" Alex asked. Eoin nodded.
"To be safe."
llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
A more than slightly confused Alex left the hotel, finding his way to a payphone. He turned on the phone and looked through the phonebook, trying to find 'Lucious Malfoy'... but there wasn't a listing.
"He said the name would be here..." Alex muttered to himself.
That didn't make any sense. Was Eoin lying? Was Eoin purposely purposely sabotaging their mission? Why would Eoin purposely set them up? Could Alex really trust him?
He continued to scroll down the list, looking for any possible sign of the name Malfoy... but it didn't come. Alex was stumped. It made no sense. Nothing seemed to make sense. Sabina's death. This new mission. The partner that pops out of nowhere. Just what the hell was going on...?
He stared at the payphone before punching it in frustration. DAMMIT! He looked down at the cell phone again. He clicked around on the menu and found his way into the 'Previous Calls' list.
They were mostly long distance calls. Some led to Ireland, a few led to America. Most were girls' numbers. Eoin had quite the harem. There was a number that caught his eye, however. It was a number that he had dialed often enough, before... the accident. It was a number that he knew well, as well as the person whom the number belonged to. It was the number of Sabina Pleasure.
end chapter 4
A/N: Alive and well, I have brought you the fourth chapter in time for the Monday update! SQUEEE! My Jesse McCartney fic (which is dying/dead) is suffering horribly, but I have good feelings. This fic is so much fun to write! I LOVE WRITING MY BROTHER INTO STORIES! Ah, yes. Review! Please?