Time Jinx

After 19 year old Bradley Jinx finds out his parents were in a secret rebel group, he joins The Elites and completes work along side his father. He soon finds out about the Time Jinx, an ancient device that The Elites are trying to find in order to restore peace to the world in its current crime ridden state. Bradley will soon learn that the elites are not the only people looking for the Time Jinx.


1. Chapter 1

If there was one word to describe the life of Bradley Jinx, he would pick 'relaxed'. At the age of 19, he was holding a job and working towards making a company of his own. He would call it Jinx Co. after himself. He could almost imagine a billboard on the highway reading 'Jinx Co. Making your online transactions easier!' Although accounting wasn't the best job in the world, at least he could do it from home.

He got up from his desk and dragged his feet to the kitchen. He sighed as he poured himself a cup of joe. He flipped through a real estate magazine he had gotten yesterday, but hadn't had time to read. He was hoping to find a well priced apartment closer to the city. He found one place that looked interesting and circled it with a red pen.

Looking out the window to the street seven floors below, Bradley sometimes thought his life was too relaxed. He felt like he could be able to do more for not only himself, but for other people. Maybe he was thinking too hard. After all, he did have a pretty good life. 

Dismissing his original idea, he decided it would be better to get back to his computer. At least facts and numbers made sense.


Mr. X waited patiently outside the large oak door. He couldn't believe what he was doing. It seemed ridiculous to him as to why he needed permission from his second in command. HE was the owner of the company, he should be able to do whatever the hell he wanted! 

But no, there were strict rules and regulations, all of which applied to everybody, including him.

Finally, the doors opened and Mr. X was let inside. "Ah, Mr. X! How are you after your mission to Bolivia? Everything here is taken care of. What did you want to ask me?" 

Mr. T, the second in command, was naturally fidgety and couldn't sit still for too long. To Mr. X, this was one of his less refined qualities. But he was a good man when you needed him, which was in fact, a lot. "Don't worry about me, Mr. T. I--" He was cut off by Mr. T as he made a large gesture toward the desk in front of him. "Come sit down, we can talk all you want!" He sat down himself, but Mr. X figured that it wouldn't last long. "I wanted to ask you for a favor actually." Mr. T looked intrigued. "I wanted to recruit a new member, but as the rules say, I have to have your permission as well to make sure the decision will benefit us."

Just like Mr. X predicted, Mr. T suddenly stood up again and paced behind the desk, his head bobbing up and down behind the large chair when he walked behind it. "Might I ask who this person is? I'm not very well going to be letting new members in all willy nilly!"

"Of course not, otherwise we would not have lasted this long. Yes, let's just say, I'm very close to this person and I have known him for many years." Mr. T frowned so low that he thought his mouth might come off of his chin. "Could you be more specific? A name, perhaps?"

Mr. X wet his lips. "His name is Bradley, Bradley Jinx."

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