A Spy Among The Spying

Chapter One

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AN: Warning, introduction only so kind of boring.

Chapter One

Eight Years Later

"Yes Sir, I understand but seriously? Why now?"

In the office of a Headmaster Andrew Curtin, the early morning sunlight filed into the room. Dancing dust particles whirl in the air as the room's owner pace up and down in front of the dark ebony desk.

In was just nine in the morning and towards Andrew Curtin, it was possibly the worst morning. The clock had just stroked nine and he had already spilled coffee over his white blouse and had nearly suffered a heart attack from his phone and of course his heart did suffer an attack the minute he answered it.

"That is classified information, you know that Curtin. And for your other question, when am I never serious?" the voice on the phone receiver replied back to his earlier question. Of course, as a man who prides himself with sense, he didn't answer the rhetorical question even if the tone was sounded like it came from a care free man.

The man on the phone was Angus McKellar, head of all the secret agencies in the nation, both legal and illegal. No one messes with this guy without the fear of not waking up to see the bullet between the eyes. It was known that he had the CIA, Secret Service and even the president was in his back pocket not to mention the hundreds of international agencies.

"But Sir," he continued, "I'm not entirely sure that it is a good idea. I do not mean to insult you but, our facility is not that strong enough to fight against any major attacks that this project might cause. Compare to your home, I am well assure that this place seems to be a playground for hackers. I am not to certain that this plan will carry out smoothly like you wish."

Angus laughed through the phone causing him to grimace. Angus McKellar was a dangerous man whose sense of humour was a bit twisted.

"Curtin, you crack me up some times. You know that nothing in life goes smoothly in life,"

Andrew gave a nervous chuckle. A bad feeling was creeping up on him and he could feel its cold breath on the nape of his neck.

This is bad.

"Once, again, I will send the person over. Do not disappoint me Agent 122."

Before he could get a word out, the line went dead. It was the usual way that his former boss ends the call but the last word rang in his mind. The name that he hoped he wouldn't hear again rang through his ears.

Agent 122.

Heaving out a sigh, he walked around the oak desk and sat down on his headmaster chair and looked out the large floor to ceiling window that was behind his desk.

The sun danced on the school's pond water as the lush flowers bloomed around the pond covering every inch of land with colours of the rainbow, an innocent picture that he sometimes wished he was a part of. To be a part of the ordinary world, where he only had to worry about how to pay the bills or how his daughter is dating a punk. To be normal.

Agent 122.

But that was just a dream. Looking down at his forearm, he lifted his grey suit sleeves up to look down at the tattoo there. The intricate design was made up of swirls and that resemble two snakes dancing yet it was the picture of the ivy vine. The number in between them glared back at him as he stared at the number, reminding him of the unescapable past.