To Assassinate an Angel

Chapter Three - Revelations

       

Monday November 26th 2007

CSS HQ

Noon

Agent 78 stood in front of a large whiteboard placing high-quality photos up where all the agents, and The Captain, had a clear view.  Indicating the first image, which he had found online, the agent spoke.

"This is Pierre Charles Bouvier, 28; frontman of the internationally renowned Montreal-based band Simple Plan.  He is around 5 ft 11 inches tall and his most distinguishing feature is the sleeve tattoo on his left arm." He nodded at The Captain.  "He is the civilian that is guarding the child." The agent paused before adding, "Pierre is actually the boy's uncle."

"What?" The Captain stood.  The agent held up his hand.

"The civilian is the late Prime Minister's youngest brother."

The Captain took a deep breath and let it out slowly, controlling his temper.  "Where are they now?"

"On a plane to Japan.  I will be leaving in an hour on a chartered express flight; I will arrive in Japan before they do.  They will be staying there for three nights before leaving for Singapore."

One of the other agents called out hesitantly.  "Shouldn't the civilian be taken out before he gets a chance to leave with the boy?"

Agent 78 sniffed in disdain.  "I shall follow them until the time is right.  I need to find out more about Mr Bouvier before I take any further action."

"Just remember, I want the boy, alive." The Captain stared at the image of Pierre that hung on the centre of the whiteboard.  "You remember what I told you, agent 78."

"Yes sir."

"Very well.  You are all dismissed." He looked to agent 78.  "Report to me when you are ready to leave."

The agent saluted and left to prepare for his journey.  Sighing deeply, The Captain turned to stare at the photo on the whiteboard once more.  Dark chocolate brown eyes twinkled out of a strong face.  Dark hair was styled in the fashion that a lot of young men of the current day wore their hair - longish with the fringe swept to one side.  There was a faint shadow of stubble across his top lip and jaw giving him a rugged appearance.  The young man's face seemed entirely open and honest, revealing no hidden secrets.  And as far as The Captain was concerned, that was the best thing he could ever have hoped for.  This would indeed be an easy task for the CSS to complete.  He grinned wolfishly and moved back to his office to wait for his agent to report to him. 

Republic of the World Air Space

JAL Flight 1005 to Tokyo

2:15 PM

"So, you saw your nephew's aura.  That's something."

Annalise had secured a seat next to Pierre for the long flight to Japan, much to Pat's annoyance.  It had taken a lot of persuasion, and reassurance, from Pierre that it was only because he needed to talk to her about the things that were happening, before Pat relented.  Chuck had helped a little by telling him he needed to go over the schedule with him.

So, Annalise was now sitting between Pierre and Gabriel, who was seated at the window and was staring out at the fluffy white clouds, counting them.  Pierre leaned his head against the back of his chair.

"Yeah, only for a moment though.  He...told me what mine looked like.  He couldn't tell me what it meant though."

The young woman smiled.  "Your aura is the essence of your being.  That along with your soul.  Together they reflect your personality and state of mind." She paused.  "If you don't mind my asking, what colour is yours?"