Spy Versus Spy
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CHPT 2: The Candidates
Within the gates and walls of Brookland School, students worked diligently on whatever it was they needed to work on. It was early in the morning, class had just begun a few moments before.
In one particular mathamatics class, the students were doing the daily warm-up that was written on the blackboard. It was a simple equation.
Solve by completing the square...
There were exactly twenty-eight students in the classroom. Their ages ranged within fourteen to sixteen years, each in their eleventh year of schooling. All the students knew each other fairly well.
There was a kid in the class, like in every class, who suffered from some sort of oddity and which made him stand out from all the rest.
This kid ate alone at lunch and sometime dug for worms in the dirt and ate them. Horrid students would make fun of that kid just to be horrid, but their attempts would fail because that kid was so stuck in his own world, he wouldn't even notice.
But that kid was absent from school that day. He was sick with a cold or something from eating worms.
But the next rather odd kid was present at the time. He was Alex Rider, the boy with the dark brown eyes and exquisitely charming fair hair. His mouth was slightly hard and narrow, which fantastically complemented his attractive face. This was the odd boy who also happened to be extrodinarily handsome. His mysterious absenses was the cause of his perculiarity.
Alex Rider sat at his desk, staring at the board. He had already solved the equation on the board and was waiting patiently for the rest of the class, hands folded neatly on his desk.
He was known throughout the school as that boy. Most people in the school knew that he lived with his American caretaker. To their knowledge, Alex's wealthy uncle died a year ago in a car crash and ever since then, Alex was constantly physically abused and was constantly being sent back to a drug rehabilitation institution after he resorted to drugs to escape the pain of his uncle's death. He also went crazy and set the science wing of the school on fire once. But that was their assumption.
Although people thought Alex was a geniune maniac, he was popular. He had friends and a crowd of girls who adored him and his dashing good looks. Without his boyish charm, Alex would most likely be sitting with the other strangr kid, eating worms and having a grand time.
Today, Alex had forgotten his lunch. He loved not being hungry, so he called his caretaker minutes before to see if she could bring his lunch or some money.
He tapped his pencil on his desk and waited patiently for the day to pass. Life for Alex had been horribly dull without the adventure MI6 betstowed on his days, but at least he wasn't risking his life.
Three girls in the back of the class room sighed and whispered about all the movements Alex happenedd to make. Oh look, he's tapping his pencil. Oh, he sat back in his chair! He's stratching his head... I wish I went out with Alex...
Suddenly, the classroom phone rang. The professor stood up from his desk to answer it. Alex's eyes darted to the professor, but soon returned to the board.
After a short conversation, the professor hung up the phone then turned to the class.
"Alex Rider, go to the main office." He said.
Alex nooded then stood up from his desk. Jack was really quick to respond.
"Oh. Bring your things, you are going home." The professor added.
Alex's eyebrows furrowed. Why would Jack bring him home? She always emphasized the importance of eating well, but...
After packing up his things, Alex left the classroom and casually walked over to the main office of the school. The campus was virtually deserted with the exception of a few late-comers who were darting to their classes. There was an eerie silence that hung around the building. Alex quickened his pace.
When he reached the main office door, he peeked inside the glass window before entering. The only person who was inside was the secretary of the school.
"Good morning, Alex." A voice said from behind him. He recognized the voice immediatly. Sighing to himself, Alex turned around. He was standing face to face with Mrs. Jones, head of Special Operations in MI6.
Hours before...
It was later in the afternoon on winter day in California. The sun was slowly setting over a local high school. Being residents in southern California, a group of girls could swim during whatever time of day they pleased without dying of hypothermia.
The girls water polo team of the local high school was practicing, like they always did. Their practices usually lasted around five to six hours, since that was what it took to be the best.
There were fourteen girls in the pool, thirteen girls were scrimmaging against each other, tredding the water and grabbing hold of their opponent, trying to drown each other. Water polo was a vicious game.
The fourteenth girl was floating at the side of the pool, watching the sky. Sometimes she would flip herself under water or count how long she could hold her breath. The coach didn't want her on the team, she was not dedicated enough. She constantly missed school, and worse, practice.
Nami Badeau was an incredibly strange girl. She always walked around school looking completely out of it, or in simpler words, high off her ass. She often missed days and came back with some injury, like a fractured toe or a broken collar bone. Half the school assumed she injured herself, since she had so many scars here and there. Even though she was odd, her strangeness made her easy to talk to and easily popular.
People found her highly entertaining when ever she struggled to make up an excuse for yet another absense.
"Nami!"
She was bobbing up and down in the pool when she realized her whole team was screaming at her.
"TSUNAMI!"
Nami wipped the water of her face and looked around. "Can I play?!"
The coach glared at her. "Don't screw around in the water, you're suppose to watch and learn, Nami!" He shouted.
She nodded, her face half concealed by water.
"Your aunt and uncle are here." The coach said. "Get out of the water, I expect to see you here at tomorrow's practice. Okay?"
Aunt and uncle? Nami didn't know she had an aunt and uncle.
"Yessum." She mummbled, bubbles of air splashed around her face.
She popped out of the water and looked around the pool area. There was a man and woman standing at the gate to the pool. They were definetly not her aunt and uncle.
She slowly grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself. She glared at the two people while grabbing her backpack and sports bag with "NAMI!" embroidered in big, loopy letters on it. She walked over to the man and woman.
"I hate you. Go away?" Nami presented, and smiled.
"Not today. You are coming with us." The man said.
Nami looked back at her team, who had already forgotten about her. She sighed.
"Can I at least put some pants on?" She asked.
"In the car." The woman answered.
Nami frowned and walked with the two adults to a black Rolls-Royce. She climbed inside, wet, barefoot, and practically half naked.
When both adults were inside, the door was closed. The chauffer sat in the driver's seat and the car started moving.
"Hey Giles!" Nami greeted, grabbing a pair of jeans from her bag.
The chauffer waved.
"Pay attention!" The man barked.
"I am!"
"You were requested." The woman said.
Nami had finished slipping on her jeans. "Uhuh."
"Do you except?" The man asked.
Nami looked at the two adults, then pulled an over-sized sweatshirt over her head. She let out a short, loud laugh. "No way! I have three games a week! My coach said I can play if I come to practice..."
"You're not even on the team." The man pointed out.
"No thanks to you!" Nami glared. "Well, I don't want to, you guys are crazy."
"That's too bad." The man said.
"Why?" Nami asked.
They shrugged. "Danny will be deported..."
"That's fine. I'll go with him!" Nami said cheerfully. "I always wanted to go to South America."
"No, you will stay here. With a foster family." The woman said.
"You always use that against me!" exclaimed the girl.
They shrugged again.
"Why don't you use that British guy like you did for Skeleton Key?" She said.
"Well." The man said. "You are no longer in a coma, and he is dead."
Nami blinked. "He's dead?"
The adults nodded solemnly.
"And you want me to die too!!" Nami roared.
"Of course not, Nami. We just want what's best for the nation." She woman cooed.
"At the unnecessary expense of my life." Nami added. "There are far better people than me, I'm an idiot!"
The man shook his head. "We know, we know." Nami scoffed at his blantent agreement."You won't have to exercise your mind. You will be safe, just a young tourist travling with her parents. You will not have to do anything." The man handed her a manila folder.
"Hmm...When have a heard that before?" She said, grabbing the folder from the man's hands. "Oh yeah, last time when I almost died!"
The woman rolled her eyes. "You always bring that up."
Nami snorted. "Well, it is a relevant excuse...Oh!" She exclaimed, "Speaking of excuses, I can't miss my Taekwondo lessons! It's really expensive and-"
"Namine." The man interrupted. "I do not know why you insist on pretending to be a novice when you have already demostrated your merit through advance tournaments and past endevors..."
Nami liked to attend a local Taekwondo studio as a clumbsy white-belt student, even though she had mastered the art and had participated in numerous black-belt competitions.
"I know why." The woman teased. "She loves the attention that instructor gives her... He isn't that much older than you, is he?"
Nami's face burned with embarrassment. "...N-no!"
"Oh look Margo, you made her blush." The man said tonelessly.
"I just thought... I thought it would be a good idea to learn the... the basics again and... uh..." Nami stuttered.
"You are going to North Korea. Tonight. Your flight leaves in six hours. You will be dropped off at home to shower and change. Daniel had prepared your things." The woman, now known as Margo said sternly.
"But- but I'm failing my physics class!" Nami added weakly, trying to find an excuse not to go. "Education is key!"
The Rolls slowed to a stop. Giles, the chauffer, jumped out and ran to open the door.
"An 'A minus' if certainly far from failing, Miss Badeau." The man said.
Nami growled in defeat and stomped over to her house, muttering obsenities.
A/N: Yaay, thats over. I finally updated, how's that? Review please!