Chapter Two: The Therapist

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Alex couldn't believe it. MI6 had called him in again, and he was furious. Can't they find someone more dedicated to clean up the world's messes? He made his way to the bank that was really MI6, and angrily made his way to Mr. Blunt's office. How could they disrupt the start of his summer?

Alex opened the door to see Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones sitting at a long desk, waiting for him. Alex sighed.

"What do you want from me, now?" asked Alex, irritated. Mrs. Jones pushed a folder towards Alex.

"Just your cooperation," she said brusquely. Alex gave an aggravated grunt.

"This had better not be another assignment on the other side of the world." he muttered. "Or, should I say, in space?" he said, remembering how he destroyed Ark Angel, then shuddered at that man he killed with the map of the world tattooed on his body. Mrs. Jones cleared her throat and turned to Mr. Blunt.

"No, Alex. Your next assignment takes place here, in the M16 base," Mr. Blunt said, his grim eyes showing no emotion of the case. Alex was baffled.

"Are you serious? Do you want me to fix a broken light bulb that happens to be in a place where only a 14 year old boy can fit?" he spat sarcastically. Mrs. Jones heaved a sigh.

"Alex, please be reasonable, and take a seat." she said gently. Alex reluctantly did so, as Mrs. Jones carried on. "You seemed to make friends well at Point Blanc, am I right?" she asked. Alex nodded.

"I seemed to have more friends before I joined MI6. Oops, let me rephrase that; I seemed to have more friends before I was forced to join MI6." said Alex. Mr. Blunt ignored Alex's rant.

"We've understood that you have, or had, social skills with your peers before," he said, "and we want to ask you to use those skills to get this girl to talk." Alex opened the folder in front of him to reveal a picture of a girl with black wavy hair and deep brown eyes.

"It's Lara Domovoi." Mr. Blunt said, "thirteen years old, came from Mexico City, and moved to England when she was just a year old. Winning the National Spelling Bee, Speech Contest, and being the Vice President of her high school Student Council, she was very outspoken before the incident."

Alex looked at the picture closely. The thirteen year old girl looked so cheerful. The picture was a school picture, and she looked relatively happy. She looked like anything could get her to talk.

"What do you mean the incident?" Alex asked.

"She was captured by a group of men that call themselves the Cobra." Mrs. Jones answered.

"What are they, a mockup of Scorpia?" asked Alex, scoffing at the thought.

"Exactly," replied Mrs. Jones. Alex fell silent. "They captured her, did every possible vulgar thing to do to her, and tried to ransom her. We were able to invade their base, but we only found Lara and no evidence of anyone being there." Mrs. Jones explained.

"We've tried to get her to talk," said Mr. Blunt, "but she just keeps uttering things in Portuguese, Dutch, and German, saying serious ways, the ways of evil, secret place, and place of unison." he finished. Alex smirked.

"Have you ever thought she has a mental illness?" he requested slyly.

"We've checked her health, and she's completely healthy." Mr. Blunt stated. "But we can't get her to talk. We even hired the best psychologists in the world, but even they can't get her to talk." Alex was stumped.

"What do you want me for?" he asked. "To be a therapist?" he joked. The faces of Mrs. Jones and Mr. Blunt were serious.

"Why, yes, Alex," Mrs. Jones said. Alex gulped.

"What makes you think I can get her to talk?" he demanded.

"We don't know," said Mr. Blunt, "but you've done very well on impersonating and disguising, and we're sure you can try to talk to this girl and convince her to talk to us."

"I don't see why this is necessary," he said. "Summer's just started, and I just want to relax, not come here very day to try to get this mental girl to talk." he blurted.

"Now Alex, we're only asking for your partial commitment," Mrs. Jones said, "we're asking you to help someone just like you."

"I'm not mental," hissed Alex. Mrs. Jones clicked her tongue.

"Alex," she said sternly, "she has mentioned your name, along with your uncle's. She also mentioned a person named Rachel Rider. Does that name mean anything to you?"

Alex froze.

"Alex?" Mrs. Jones asked.

"Alex. All we need is for you to ask a couple of questions, and you're out of here." said Mr. Blunt. Alex nodded.

"I'll be here tomorrow." he said, his voice showing no emotion.

"See you at 10:00," said Mr. Blunt.

Then the teenage spy walked out the door.

"You shouldn't have told him about Rachel Rider." said Mr. Blunt. Mrs. Jones sighed.

"It was the only way we'd get him to come."

"And how do you know that?" asked Mr. Blunt. Mrs. Jones' lips tightened and she sighed.

"You would know, too, if you lost someone close to you." snapped Mrs. Jones, walking out of the room.

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