-HUNTED-

These kids are special. These kids have somehow developed superpowers. These kids are different. These kids could become a danger to humanity. These kids are being chased by a ruthless company that wants to use them as slaves to rule the world. These kids are hunted.

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15. Chapter 14 - Mystery

 “He’s giving us nothing, so I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” Sighed M, opening the door.
Lucy walked in, alone, and sat down opposite the man they had arrested.
“Why are you sending in some kid?” The man laughed, exasperated. “Are you trying to guilt me into talking or something?!”
Lucy didn’t reply, instead closing her eyes and placing two fingers to her temple.
“What the-”
Your name is Jack Bishop. You’re 43, you’re an MP in the House of Commons, you’re an alcoholic, drug addict, and you have huge debts to drug dealers. Someone is paying your family millions in return for your assassination of the Queen and your fellow members of Parliament. Who?
The man didn’t reply. He sat there for a second, incredulous, and then leapt over the table at Lucy. Her eyes widened and she tried to move out of the way, but it was too late. The man’s fist was about to collide with her head when he suddenly toppled sideways, as if he'd been hit by an invisible force.
“Huh?”
JJ appeared next to Lucy.
“Don’t touch her.”

Behind the one way mirror, Nat shook his head. “Get a life roadrunner.” He sighed, forgetting that he was at that moment holding Jenny’s hand.

I repeat, who hired you?
“I’ll never tell you.”
“Does he actually know?” JJ asked.
After a second, Lucy gasped.
“No. But I do.”
“WHAT?!” JJ cried.
“No way.” Muttered Jenny.
“Who?” Rosie frowned and looked at everyone, confused.
“Dr. Stevens. The guy that ran a bunch of tests on us and seemed to answer to Major Davis.” Cameron explained.
“But why would Dr. Stevens want to kill the Queen?”
“Maybe it’s not just the Queen.” Nat thought aloud.
“What are you talking about?” Lucy asked.
“Well, think about it. The whole of the British Government was there. If that guy had detonated the bomb, the whole country would be in a state of chaos. There would be no-one to run the country.”
“And Dr. Stevens would step in? Dr. Stevens, who’s a nobody? Who answers to Major Davis?” JJ scoffed.
“Maybe he doesn’t work for Major Davis. I think Dr. Stevens is reporting to someone higher, and so’s Major Davis.”
“Who?” Jenny asked.
Nat sighed.
“I have absolutely no idea. We don’t even know the company they work for!”
“We could ask M?” suggested Rosie.
“Good idea.”

“We need you to search up the records of two people – a Major Davis, and a Dr. Stevens.” Nat announced.
“Can you give me anything more than that?”
“What, like a description?”
“A description would be good. First names would be better.”
“Major Davis is about 6ft4, maybe 6ft5, big muscles, black hair, brown eyes. Dr. Stevens is about 5ft9, brown hair, green eyes.” Jenny described.
“Oh, and they both work in a large complex somewhere in the North of England. That’s where we’ve come from.”
M frowned.
“Well, that narrows it down a little bit, but it will take a while to find anything out about these two men.”
“How long do you reckon it’ll take?”
“A few hours.”
Nat shrugged. “I think we can wait that long.”
“What do we do in the mean time?” asked Jenny.
“Go out into the city. We’re barely ten minutes walk from the London Eye.”
“So what?  Just go and wander around London?”
“I have no idea what teenagers do for fun. I’m sure you can find something to do.”
“We’ll need money. We can’t just sit around in the park chatting. We can chat whenever we like.”
M sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He opened it, and counted out a number of banknotes, handing the small wad of them to Nat.
“That’s £120. Spend it how you like. But I’ll expect you back here later. You need to go on patrol later – there’s a lot of crime in big cities on Saturday evenings, muggings and suchlike.”
“Thanks.”
There was a pause, as if Jenny and Nathaniel were waiting for M to say something else.
“Well done on the Parliament assignment, by the way. Both Her Majesty and the Prime Minister send their thanks.”
Jenny smiled. “It’s what we do.”

The group of kids sat in the Jubilee Gardens, on the grass next to the London Eye, slowly watching the huge wheel spin. As they ate their dinner, pizzas they’d bought from a takeaway near to the MI6 building, Cameron read a newspaper out to them – the front page an article on them and what they’d done at the Houses of Parliament earlier in the day, accompanied by a blurry photo of the six of them as they’d left Parliament.
“Earlier this afternoon, Jack Bishop, MP for Flydale North, attended the State Opening of Parliament with the intent of assassinating both Parliament and Her Majesty the Queen of England. However, he did not anticipate the intervention of superheroes. Yes, that’s correct. Superheroes. A group of 6 teenagers with superpowers were on hand to stop him, and stop him they did. The superhero team consisted of 6 teenagers, 3 boys and 3 girls, all with different superpowers. And this isn’t the first that we’ve heard of these kids. Before the State Opening of Parliament, earlier this morning, it has been discovered that the 6 children were involved in the arrest of two wanted
criminals, men that had been involved in the recent attack on the CEO of Einstininc and his family, Mr. Simon Gallagher.”
“Although it is almost impossible to believe, these superheroes do exist. No-one knows their names, or who they’re working for – though the common theory is that they are working for the British government, as opposed to vigilantes – though this has yet to be confirmed – but we know that they have superpowers, and they are somewhere in London. They can move super fast, turn invisible, turn to stone, fly, and move things with their minds. Somewhere out there are superheroes, teenagers with impossible powers, protecting London from crime.”
“Cheesy much?” JJ laughed.
“They left me out.” Complained Lucy.
“Well your power isn’t obvious. How could they have known what you can do from just seeing you?” Nat pointed out. Lucy folded her arms and sulked.
“Is there anything else?” Jenny asked, leaning against Nat.
Cameron shook his head. “It goes into more detail about the guy we caught and the actual ceremony, but nothing else about us.”
“They don’t know much about us though. We’re a mystery to them.” Added Rosie.
“Just like we don’t know much about Major Davis.”
“Actually Lucy, I’ve asked M to see what he can find out about him. When we go back, he’ll probably have something.”
“Speaking of which, we should probably go back now.” Jenny said, standing up and brushing the grass off of her clothes. “We’ve been out here for a couple of hours already. It’s going to get dark soon.”
“Do we have to? I like it out here!” JJ complained, lying back on the grass and staring at the clouds.
“Yeah, we should. We don’t want to get recognised.” Rosie agreed.
“We’re in normal clothes, genius. Ok, they’re not as fancy as everyone else is wearing, but they’re clothes nonetheless. We’d get recognised if we were in our suits, but we’re not. We’ll be fine.” Countered JJ.
“Don’t make me make you come with us roadrunner.” Lucy looked poignantly at JJ, and he sighed, sitting up.
“That’s not fair.”
“Grow up.”
“Stop fighting you two.” Nat glared at the rowing pair and they fell silent. “Now come on. Let’s get back to MI6. M might have found something.”

Dr. Stevens lowered his newspaper just enough to see across the park that the kids were leaving. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and speed dialled someone. The phone was picked up on the second ring, as always.
“Talk to me.”
“They’re going back to the building.”
“Excellent.”
“Are you going to kill them?”
“Not all of them. I need two of them alive. The telekinetic and the telepath. The fast one too, if possible. The others are expendable.”
“Yes ma’am. I’ll inform Major Davis.”
“No need. The team is already on their way. I suggest you stay clear of Thames House. I’ve been wanting to get rid of these people for a long time.”

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