I'm sorry for not updating lately. I had writer's block and the Internet in my house is always down. So yeah. Here is the next chapter. It's probably short, as I just thought about this a few hours ago. Enjoy!
I spent way too much time at the Conaghers'. As we arrived at the base, the mercenaries were placing dinner onto the dining table. We all ate dinner without a word. "How's my family going?" Engineer asked after dinner.
"They're a little worried about you, but everything's under control," I reported. I remembered that I have to find out about Spy. "Umm... Engineer, I have some errands to run, would you please excuse me?" I said. He said it's okay, and I rushed towards Spy's room.
I knocked at the door. No one replied. I knocked again. Still no reply. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. "How is one going to answer if no one is in the room?" Spy asked.
"Spy, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me?" I complained. "Well, what business do you have here, ma cheri?" he asked quickly.
"I was wondering if I can talk to you," I answered. "Aren't you afraid of me, a spy?" Spy taunted. But I must find out. "Not at all. I'm just gonna have a chat with you,and that's all." I said calmly
"Very well." Spy murmured as he unlocked the door. "After you, Mademoiselle Zelda." He said, holding open the door. I walked in, and the smell of colongne enveloped me. There was a bar with all sorts of alcohol on the right side of the room, and a bookcase and fireplace on the left side of the room. Also, paintings decorated the room.
"Take a seat, s' il vous plaît." Spy ushered me to a reading chair in front of the fireplace. I sat down anxiously. "What do you want to talk about?" Spy said as he took a seat on the chair next to me.
"Can you tell me more about you?" I requested. "Why would I do that, ma cheri?" he replied. "I want to get to know you more." Please, don't let it be so difficult.
"I am a Spy from France. That's all you need to know." He said, expressionless. "Then can you tell me more about your family?" I tried harder. "I already told you that what I had said previously was all you need to know about me." Spy resisted.
"No. Please, I want to know more. I really mean it," I begged. "Why is that piece of information so important for you?" he said. "It's really important to me because it has something to do with my identity," I am literally going to cry. He raised an eyebrow.
"Since you are so persistent, I will tell you, but promise me, if a word goes out, you'll see," He finally cracked.
Many years ago in France, Spy worked as an international double agent. One day, a person wanted to hire him. He went to the renezvous, which was a cafe, and the employer was a beautiful woman with blue eyes. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. You hired me to work for you a few days ago," Spy greeted. "Ah, so it is you. Please, take a seat." She said.
"May I have your name, mademoiselle?" Spy asked. "My name is Heather, what about you?" The beautiful woman replied. "My name is Enrique, Mademoiselle Heather." Spy said, remembering all the names he had used, in case he used the same name again.
"Mr. Enrique, I suspect my boyfriend had been smuggling drugs and he has been abusing me because he was afraid that I will tell the authorities about it." Heather began. She removed the hat that she was wearing and it exposed some deep scars. Spy muttered something in French, shocked.
"How can I help you then?" Spy asked. "He has been aggressive lately. I'm afraid if this goes out of hand, it will put me and him in danger. So, can you help me out and protect me?" She replied.
"Well, that will be my pleasure." Spy said whilst he was thinking, Would a spy even be a bodyguard? I'm curious of what's going to happen anyway. Heather handed him a card containing her address.
"Great. Umm... I think he is going to go back home. If I weren't there, he'll throw a fit. I must go now." Heather said before hailing a taxi and left.
"And that, is how I met my wife. Are you happy now?" Spy said. I pieced together the information I got. My mom is also Heather. "Can you tell me more?" But that's not enough to prove that he is my father.
Is Spy really gonna be Zelda's dad? Hmmmm... You can say that it is, or maybe not. Depends, because some of you suspect Medic. Why? I like that theory too. As usual, rate and review! I appreciate them!