Story of Lion Man

Chapter 19

This is the nineteenth chapter. Hope you enjoy it. Sorry if Ryan doesn't laugh much or show the British sense of humour, and I'll try and write more of that.

Around 2 years later, a house in Bath, England...

Ryan, now 18, wearing a black shirt with blue and white shorts, a few facial hairs on his chin, stood in the garden his house, facing Molly, now 9 years old, wearing a white shirt with a flower in the middle and blue jeans. They both wore white trainers, and their bodies were slightly taller and still average build. Molly threw a ball at Ryan, which he caught by jumping up and catching it. He threw it with his rigth arm and hand towards her, which she caught with ease. She threw it back at him, but it hit him in the stomach, making him fall backwards against the wooden fence he was standing close to. "Ryan! You all right?" Molly asked nervously as she ran a step or two forwards. "Don't worry. I'm okay. Trust me, I've suffered a lot worse pain than falling into a fence. Like being scratched by a predator or slapped by a widow." Ryan joked as he got up onto his feet, but he saw Mollys face turn to one of worry to a gasp. "Your leg!" She cried, pointing out her left arm. Ryan looked down at his left ankle to see a black cylinder device strapped to it. "Ah, damn it!" He said to himself in annoyance.

"Come on. I've got only a couple days left. And I've hardly complained. It's was just a game of catch that went wrong. Why would I try to escape  so close to my deadline?" Ryan asked one of the MI6 men in suits who were currently moving round the house as if they owned the place. "Sorry, Ryan. You know the rules. You trip the perimeter alarm, we search the place." The lead agent, Fred, said to him. He was an average size man, short brown hair and green eyes, wore dark grey trousers and a black jacket over a white button up shirt and a black tie with black shoes. "Why can't you just leave my brother alone? Besides, it was just a game of catch." Molly spoke to him. "Hey, you try entertaining a 9 year old girl when you can't leave the house, and keep yourself entertained for 2 years stuck in the same house. Do you all the things I've bothered learning to keep myself sane, Monsieur?" Ryan asked, the last word in French. Fred tilted his head in confusion. " French. I've been learning that." Ryan explained Fred ignored what Ryan said and knelt down towards Molly. "Hmm, how do I put this? Molly, you know how at school they got rules and all? You know, like uh... don't put painting on the walls?" He asked her, Molly nodding. "Well, your brother painted on the walls and broke the rules. Specifically he broke the Sokovia Accords, and painting the walls with Captain America and causing one hell of mess to an airport in Germany. And, you know, as part of his joint plea deal with the Home Office, with the acceptance of the US and German governments, he was allowed to return to the UK, on the condition that he serve 2 years house arrest, and after that, 3 years of probation. And avoid any contact, or doing any activities, or technology with anyone who also and have violated the Accords." Fred explained, Molly just yawning in response. Fred got back up on his feet and stared at Ryan. "Wow. You really have a way with kids." Ryan said sarcastically to Fred as he tiled his head. "Hm-mh. Speaking of which, out of curiosity, you haven't had any contact with Jessica and Hannah Leonez, by any chance? It was their serum you used, so as you already know, they also violated the Accords." Fred asked suspiciously. "Hey, I case you've forgotten, I have no iPhone on me, and a laptop with very limited internet access, and I'm guessing you bugged the phones. And to answer your question, nyet. I haven't seen them or heard from them in years." Ryan replied. "They hate him for what he did." Molly said up to Fred. "Good. Because it's only a matter of time before we get them. And contact with them violates your agreement. And I hope that I don't have to remind that any violation of your agreement means 20 years in prison. Minimum." Fred said. 

"You don't have to remind me, double 00F." Ryan snickered, Molly joining in as one of the agents came up to Fred and whispered something in his ear. "Well, good news for you, Ryan. Nothing is out of shape. And your mother is here for you, Molly." Fred said, before turned around to follow the other agents as they were leaving. He then suddenly stopped and turned around. "How many languages do you speak?" He asked curiously. Ryan shrugged. "A few. Why? By the way, just to ask, what's the news with the Leonez's?" He asked. "Nothing. As for the Leonez's, we got hints last few months from Portsmouth, Cardiff, Liverpool, Bolton. We lost them crossing the Scottish border, but they'll soon be on our radar again. They'd better not go near Glasgow." Fred replied. "Why? Oh, yeah, the upcoming G20 Summit. It's all over the news." Ryan replied, seeing Fred's surprised look at his knowledge, before Fred turned around and left. After they had gone, Ryan and Molly walked over to the door. They saw Heather standing by her grey Nissan car. "Hey, guys!" She said happily to them. "Hey, mum. See you, Ryan." Molly said to Ryan before she walked over to Heather. "Enjoy your trip to Wales, guys." Ryan said to them. "Only a few days left! 2 years in the house! I couldn't have done that! See you on the outside, son!" Heather waved to Ryan, who waved back at her.

After they had gone Ryan stood in the hallway of his small one storey house. "Only a few days." He said to himself. He spent the rest of the day looking on science websites on his laptop, reading more 'learn langueage' books, and, wearing a red Speedo with a plastic bag wrapped around his ankle tracker, did some swimming in the small pool in the garden. As the sun went down, he microwaved his dinner, sat down on the soft and ate it, but just as he finished, he suddenly felt a sharp pang of pain on the left hand side of his neck. Moving his left hand to where he felt the pain, he felt something metallic and shaped like a cylinder. He then started feeling very sleepy, very tired, before his eyes then suddenly shut, and his body went still, falling backwards against the sofa.

And that's the nineteenth chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. For those who don't know, "Monsieur" means "Mister" in French, and "Nyet" means "No" in Russian. I decided to add the G20 bit to improve it. Plus, it's also in the same city where the COP26 environmental summit  from the will be held from the 31st of October 2021 to  the 12th of November 2021. It's probadly humanity's last chance of avoiding a climate disaster! I hope the summit succeeds for the sake of our future!

For those who don't know how the UK government, works, look online. The Home Office deals with police and prison affairs. The Treasury prints the money and decides taxes. The Department of Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy (BEIS) deals with business related stuff. The Department for Enviroment, Food and Rural Affairs  (DEFRA) settles food and agricultural production and environmental protection. The Department for International Trade (DIT) manages foreign trade and trade agreements. The Department for Digital, Culture, Media and Sports (DCMS) manages sporting, media and cultural related things. The Department for Work and Pensions (DWP) settles pensions. The Department for Levelling Up, Housing, and Communities (DLUHC) deals with housing and local political affairs. The Department of Health and Social Care (DHSC), Department of Education (DFE), Department of Transport (DfT), Ministry of Justice (MOJ), Foreign, Commonwealth and Development Office (FCDO) and the Ministry of Defense (MOD) all do what their names suggest.