"Alex, why have you tried to get a job? You know we need you on call to get you away from anyone that may come looking for you because of your little reckless streak." asked Blunt
" A part-time job is a normal teenage thing 'besides I need it for the money, you bastards' besides it'll help me get a little extra pocket money and help me with job history. 'not that anything would actually go to pocket money' It's not something unreasonable. Why do you care anyways, Blunt? Why are you interfering, ?" I questioned
" Because, until you're eighteen you belong to us. You can't do anything without our permission. Period. If we don't want you to do something then you can't, and we don't want you getting a job, dismissed." stated Blunt.
I stood and left the room,stopping shortly outside. ' What was i going to do? If they wouldn't let me get a job, the bills...'
"he...control..."
I heard, it was coming from inside the office, maybe they were reconsidering? I cracked the door a slight bit, just enough not to be noticed and listened.
"He's only a child, blunt, don't you think this is a bit too much?" asked
" No, Alex may be a child, but he is a dangerous child. We can't afford him to turn to people like Scorpia, so we'll put him in debt until he has to come to us for help, then we can control his entire life afterwords as one of our agents. Besides we never payed the bills for that house or his living for exactly that reason, to put him entirely under our control. A weapon, a living weapon, one that is molded and built for MI6 to turn against any enemies, one that is disposable if it gets too troublesome, that is what Alex is. And that is all he'll ever be, if I have anything to say about it, and as his legal guardian, I do." said Blunt
'What?... no... Blunt, he... God,... hell if I'm falling for that. I'll find a job, any job, legal or not,and I'll pay those bills. I'll never come here for help. not that I would have before anyways, the only thing they help with is getting me into life endangering situations. I can do that on my own thank you very much. Time to go.'
I crept backwards from the door, and at an appropriate distance spun around and walked to the elevator, my mind spinning ' I want to run, but I can't, if I act like I know anything is wrong, I don't know what they would do to me.'
As I left the building, I turned and headed to the library, 'maybe it's time to take advantage of what Scorpia taught me. I never told MI6 what they taught me in it's entirety, all the know is they taught me to shoot and sent me on a mission too early. They don't even think I can shoot a living person. An assassin... an assassin, that's it! Perfect. Now for, a job' I needed a computer, the internet and some handy hacking skills, but I'll find a job. The secret room at home in the basement had a sniper's rifle, was my dad's, hunter's, now it'll be mine.