Titanium

Prologue

The light of the little room made my head buzz. A group of seven people stood centered around a small metal table, whispering urgently.

"What are we going to do with the," The woman slumped her frame and nodded silently toward me, "The kid!" She said the last few words like they tasted terrible in her mouth.

"Dont worry, Louisa," A man with a rough, foreign voice said in a casual tone, "He is our mode of transportation from the data. I've already put it in his backpack. All he has to do is make it to Washington with big Rosco here, and then we can act. Spread out into our sections."

The woman nodded, but still hesitant, "It's just," She ran a hand through her hair and scanned me, "I'm not sure I trust a seven year old with the most top secret plan our team has ever faced. If even one aspect of this plan ever fails.."

"Hush with your thoughts!" A man stepped out of the back of the room, "That's enough. Our plan has been well thought out and is ready to be executed. Nothing can stop us now, and this six year old, mind you, will not mess up. I will make sure of it" The man had angular features and a scar that went jagged down his cheekbone.   

Where the man had stepped out, an open space with a not so locked door stood in his place, and i took the opportunity to bolt.  I heard the woman shriek with horror and begin to run after me.                   

I was running. Sprinting in a mode of panic and terror. I ran as fast as my six year old legs could carry me. I dared not look back and venture into the man with the trenchcoat or the terrified lady. I will always remember his hand place firmly on my neck, the coldness radiating into my skin. When I looked up I wanted to crawl under  a rock, a look of pure horror washing over me. To my six year old mind, he was a fourteen foot tall monster with a scar above his left eyebrow and a dent in his chin. 

"Aye boy! Get back here!" He transferred to English with a heavy accent.

"What are you doing!" I heard the woman's voice again.

" He isnt going far," another woman said, but more calmly and in a lower tone.

But I just kept running.

The last thing i remember of that night was being jolted to the side of the alley and a hand over my mouth to hush me. The group of people who had been in the room ran past. I tried to look at my attacker- or maybe savior- but he did not budge. He took my backpack, shoved me into a cab, and my last image was a dark figure walking away with a cigar in hand and a backpack draped over his shoulder.