Alison and The Secret.

Chapter 1

10 years later

"Blue eyes, blonde hair, tall. They say she looks almost exactly like her mother. 18 years old.Favourite colour is black. Lives with her aunt and uncle in Cape Town. Hobbies: horseriding, gymnastics, reading, swimming. She is a genius like her father, it's known among family and friends that she can do anything with a computer. Social life: stays away from close relationships and rather hang with animals.
She is in a well known school in Cape Town. It's one of the most popular schools in South-Africa, only affordable by the richest."
The young guy reads the list out loud and then gave the folder to the man, sitting on the chair at the end of a long table.
The man at the end of the table reads through it and then stared thoughtfully out the window. After a few minutes, he nods his head. "Yes, she might work. She might just work."

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"Aunt Leah! Can I get you something from the store?" Alison asked her aunt as she walked to the front door. Since she heard no reply, she closes the door. She usually walks to the store,  for it's near her uncle's house. As she passed the buildings, she saw something odd at the end of a small alley (which she obviously usually ignored and just passed.) Though today, Alison couldn't ignore it. At the back of the alley's a light or something. It's not easy to explain why this alley  was this interesting. It was some sort of magnetic-feeling. It was that feeling you get when you're being watched. Alison again looked around her and then shaked her head as she walked on.

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About 2 weeks later

"Alison! It's for you" yells aunt Leah just after the phone rang. "I'll be right there!" She ran down the stairs and through the kitchen, reaching an old wireless telephone (belonging to some old grandfather of hers.) "Hi, it's Alison Johnson speaking." "Hi, Alison. I had to tell you about a letter left here by your father." "O. I'm sorry. I think you've got the wrong Alison. I don't have a father." "No, the letter is addressed to you. It was given to me by your father, George Johnson." "Uhm?" "Why don't you meet me? They call me Captain and I've known your father for a very long time. I would like to personally talk to you. Let's say, Wednesday I'll be at a house at the end of a small alley near your home. If you want to know more about your father, you'll be there, if not, there'll be a letter underneath your front door and you'll never hear from me again." They talked a little more and afterwards Alison went to bed. If she had a peaceful night, we won't know.

"So, she's coming?" asked Luke as he closed the backdoor of the house that leads to a small alley in Cape Town. "You sure about this, Captain? " he asked his boss, only known as Captain, who stood before a window (that looks out on the alley.) "Off caurse not. But it's too late now."

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