"She's disappeared," Vernon reported solmnley. The CIA had checked the hospital, expecting to find an unconscious agent. The pills they'd issued were supposed to ensure that. But all they had found was an empty bed. The tracking device had led them straight to the hospital parking lot.
"Where is Rider?" CIA head chairman John Card asked calmly.
"He has not moved," Vernon answered. "He is with his housekeeper...this Jack Starbright. Should we move in?"
Card shook his head. "No. Rider isn't going anywhere. Focus the search on Brin." Card turned away from Vernon, clearly telling Vernon that this conversation was finished. Vernon accepted the memo and rose from the chair he had been occupying only moments before and headed straight for the door. "Vernon," Card called after him, as soon as the agent's fingers had wrapped around the golden door handle. "You are authorized to capture Adams...if possible. But if she leaks any bit of this confidentiality, then you are permitted to terminate her. Is that clear?" Vernon nodded sharply. And with a nod from Card he left the stuffy room.
Brin was just a liability to them, they didn't need her. She was just some who had the sort of personality and casualty to get close enough to Alex. Alex was who they needed. Without him, their entire business could crumble. Brin was just a liability. She had the friends to decalre just how authentic she really was. It was all an act, just an act that Brin was unaware of. Or was she still unaware?
Vernon had made a mistake in the beginning. A terrible terrible fatal mistake that he still fears will someday consume him whole. When he was scouting for an agent, he accidentally chose a smart girl. He needed someone to be able to hold their own in the face of danger, yet still be dumb enough to not realize what the CIA really was until it was much too late. But he chose an open minded, conspiracy hating young girl. When he needed to choose a close minded, trusting young girl. He needed a gullible person. And what he never realized before was that Brin was no gullible person. She had no gullible friends, she had no close minded friends. Her appearance, her attitude and her taste in everything was so open minded Vernon still scoulded himself for choosing such a smart teenager. Which was a rather hard job to do. Today in the world teenagers were growing dimmer by the minute, and when he wanted a dense teenager he instead idiotically chose a teenager so light she could float to the heavens on the air itself.
That assumption wasn't too far off, though. She was light on her feet, she'd always been, even before she 'learned' the martial arts, which she learned quickly. She used to dance to hip hop music. Which was odd enough, since she didn't enjoy most hip hop music. She was a rocker chick. She were oversized, and mostly ripped and/or stained jeans, matched gruesomely with a dark t-shirt of some band or some awful insult either to herself or anyone else. Her long brown hair wasn't the thinnest but it went perfectly with her frame, color and style. She usually kept it up in a bun, but when it ran free it looked better. Coverse all stars, chucks, whatever you wish to call them, were the only kind of shoes for her; even if she prefered to remain loyal to the original color -- black. She refused to wear make up and despite her rather impressionable appearance, she did enjoy taking part in any sort of sports, ranging from football to baseball to basketball, always light on her feet and heavy within the game.
That was indeed when Vernon first saw this child. She tackled a kid on the foot ball team that was twice her size and managed to injure him bad enough to remove him from the game. She was tiny, but strong when needed. But she was needed now. This Fowl organization was fixing up to launch in just one week and they could do nothing without her. They needed her.
