Not 007

;prologue

"Eliza-"

As Roderich speaks through the phone, the loudest crashing sound he has ever heard in his life startles him. He recoils in instinct, putting his arms over his head and ducks, dropping the cell phone. Everything suddenly goes quiet. All the chatter and clatter stop. Roderich looks to his right. The giant reflective glass window is broken, millions of billions of pieces of glass scattered everywhere. A large rectangular hole to the outside is left in its place, the breeze from outside entering. And a man is standing right in the middle of the the chaos. Roderich takes in the features of this man. He is pale- very pale, albino even- whitish-greyish hair and a thin complexion in his black suit. Is he wearing a vest over the suit? Why are there strings attached to it? Did he break thru the window? That is impossible! It's bullet proof! Is he bleeding from his left cheek? He seems busy with... is that a gun?! He puts the gun away, thankfully, and takes off the vest, dropping it to the ground. He swiftly runs his hands through his suit as if straightening it out, as well as his hair. He stops and looks around him as in realization that he is not alone, but in a room where at least one hundred people were eating. All attention on him, everyone wide eyed and a few with mouths wide open, no movements at all. Not even a blink, it seems. He smiles and turns towards Roderich as he does. His eyes are a deep copper brown, they almost look crimson. He quickly turns another direction.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he speaks, his voice sounds of a heavily accented English accent. Too heavily accented to be English. He was attempting to fake the accent but could not because of his true accent, thicker than what he was trying to sound. He turns back to Roderich. "I'm going to ask you to cover your eyes,"

He begins walking towards Roderich, taking his gun out as he does. Roderich freezes. He is in utter terror and in disbelief, his mind cannot process what is happening.

"Get away from him, Beilschmidt!" Roderich turns and looks up at the familiar voice of Eliza, and then turns to the albino. He too was looking up. Was she there the whole time? Or did she just arrive? What was she doing upstairs? From the other end of the round table, Roderich hears clicking. He briefly turns. His parents stand up, holding guns. Is this real? Or is this a bizarre dream that will stop at any moment? He feels like he's going to faint or fall or have a heart attack. His knees are weak. He looks back up. Elizabeta is now holding a gun as well. They all seem to be pointing them to the man whom Eliza called 'Beilschmidt.'

"Everyone get out!" Roderich's father shouts as loud as possible. People obey and all run towards the exit at once. Screaming and curses are heard from the stampede of unhappy and terrified aristocrats.

"Roderich, get down, honey," His mother speaks loudly thru the noise. Roderich cannot move.

"A bit of culture shock, eh?" Roderich turns to the white-haired man."I thought you would've taught him more." his false accent is gone to reveal his true accent. German.

"State your business, agent," Roderich's father says.

"Isn't that obvious?" the man starts. "I'm here to assassinate the little prince,"

"Why?" Roderich hears Eliza's voice, much closer this time. He turns in the direction of her voice. She's behind the man, inching closer. The man seems to notice but before he can turn around, Elizabeta's gun clicks as she hold it up to the back of his head.

"Good evening, sweetie," this 'agent' smiles.

Roderich's stomach chruns. Does this man know Eliza?

"Don't call me that, Gilbert, now answer the damn question."

Eliza confirmed she knows the man.

"It's agent 10037 on the field, Lizzy," The man says, confirming that he indeed knows Elizabeta.

"I thought you fled," Eliza furrows her brows.

"I can ask you the same Lizzy, but I've been under undercover," he replies. Roderich feels a tug on his shoulder, his mother pulls him behind her. Realisation starts eating at Roderich. Agent? Assassination?

"What does Fathom want with Roderich?" Roderich's mother asks, her tone loud.

"None of you damn business, traitors," 'Gilbert' spits.

"He's my son, of course it's my business!" Roderich's mother yells.

"Put your weapon down, 10037." Roderich's father says slowly, gesturing a down-motion with his firearm.

"I could just shoot him and go on."

"But you won't-" Elizabeta is cut off by a sound and Roderich falls, the deafening noise ringing in his ears.