Save Phoenix

Hello, I'm Phoenix, a 16 year old teenager, who's a secret spy thanks to my father. I never knew my mother, and my father died whilst he saved me in a mission. To make this more interesting, there is a mission named 'Save Phoenix' and here is the story on how Thor, Zach and I complete the mission.


A tale of trust, lost, and some weird-ass mutation...

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2. Save Phoenix Chapter 2

I hacked the security cameras from the building, we could enter without a problem. I gave the signal to my dad and he entered with George and Zach, my dad gave me the signal and I entered the building.

“Well done Nix.” my dad said. “Are there any other areas we won’t be able to enter because of alarms or anything?”

“Nothing father, everything is already fixed.” I answered.”But there are guard on the fourth and fifth floor, easy to get out of the way.”

“Very good then, you and Zach take the fourth floor, while George and I take the fifth.” My dad said. “Is it clear?”

“Clear sir.” we all answered.

Zach and I moved to the fourth floor and positioned ourselves to attack the security guards. There were five of them and two of us, it was quite simple.

“Use your gun for the one near the door, and then when the others come and look we attack.” Zach said.

“Who’s the snipper?” I asked. 

“Rock paper scissors.” Zach answered.

“I win.” I said. “Move.” I ordered and pointed at the guard.

Tum, the body was dropped dead on the floor. Another guard came to look for his buddy and found him dead, that’s when we attacked.

“Watch out Nix!” Zach shouted but everything I saw was black…

“Nix wake up!” George shouted and I opened my eyes and found myself drenched in sweat. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“No.” I answered.

“I’m going to let this one pass.” George said. “Get ready, we leave in 30 minutes.”

I walked over to the bathroom and got ready to catch the plane back home. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77468802) 

I had to go back to reality, I had to go and find out which cover story they were going to use for my father’s death. The one they used for my mother’s was that she drowned in our bathtub, truth, someone wanted to kill me but she saved my life.

 I finished packing my bag and sat on the bed waiting for the car that would take us to the airport.

“Zach will be waiting for us when we get there. We will go to the facility to report and get the cover story.” George said.

“Then?” I asked.

“You will go back to your house and start packing.”

“Where will I be living?”

“With Agent Bradford and his son.” George answered.

“Does Agent Bradford knows that I am qualified-“

“He knows everything.” George said. “So does his son, but he does not practices.”

“Any other change in my life?” I asked.

“No.” George answer. “Same school, just different family.” 

“Ok.” 

A honk was heard and we moved to the car. Soon we arrived to the airport and climbed into the private jet. Yeah, we travel in a private plane.

Two hours later we got to LAX, I got out of the plane and saw Zach there. 

Zach is also an agent, he is two years older than I am, making him 18. He is the son of Mark, another good friend of my dad. Zach usually went to missions with us, but he had a test and couldn’t miss it.

“I’m sorry Phoe.”Zach said hugging me.

“There is nothing to be sorry about.”

“No feelings?” Zach asked.

“Never heard of those.”

I walked ahead of Zach trying not to show the fact that I was devastated by my fathers death, cause it did hurt. I just simply was going to pretend, because well, that’s what I do on a daily basis.

**********

“Meet Agent Bradford.” The director, Mr. Stark said pointing at a men.

“Agent Bradford.” I said extending my hand.

“I’m sorry for your lost Phoenix.” Agent Bradford said shaking my hand. “And please call me Albert.”

“As you wish.” I said.

“Come on Phoenix, I will take you back to your house so you can pack the essentials, and on the weekend you can finish.”

“Ok.” I answered. 

“And I am pretty sure, you will get along with my son, James.” Albert said as we walked to his car.

“James?” I asked.

“You know him?”

“I have a couple of classes with him at school.” I answered.

“Oh.” Albert said. “You do know that you will have three months without working.”

“They mentioned it.” I answered. “Still don’t understand why.”

“For any traumas. Next week you will have to go and do some tests with psychologists.”

“Fine.”

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