Lana Steele 2.0

Chapter 1

As we approached the door to the huge mansion, I grew nervous. My mother's alive. What if my mother doesn't recognize me. What if she doesn't like the way I look? Should I do a quick makeup change and disguise myself. I took deep breaths as I wiped my shaky hands on my black tights. I reached over and knocked on the neat white door. I looked over at Nemesis with nervous eyes. "Don't worry, if she's here she'll know you." He laid a soft kiss on my temple and rubbed my back.

Not even two seconds later the door swung open revealing a tall, slender man, with a long face and heavy eyes. The butler. I thought he was dead. Flashing a quick smile, he stepped aside to let us in. Still in shock, Nemesis lightly pushed me forward. Not losing eye contact with the butler, he closed the door and spoke. "Welcome home Miss. Steele." The butler breaking eye contact, he walked away leaving Nemesis and I on the grand entrance. Soon footsteps were heard down the hall. Out of instinct, I cocked my gun and raised it. "Calm down Lana." The voice spoke. Coming into eye sight, the man wore plain daily clothes. He was a tall, skinny man but no less than the butler. I put my gun back in my jacket. "Where's my mother X? You said she was here." He raised his hands in surrender. "I said she hoped to see you in person, I never said she was here." I huffed. "Ah Gavin." He walked over to Nemesis and took his hand in his. "Sir." He shook his hand. "Please call me Jon. Thank you for bringing her home." He gave a warm smile. Home? I live in downtown LA, that way my job isn't obvious. "Your rooms are upstairs, down the left hall, first right. I'll leave the choice to you guys. The kitchen is right down there," He pointed down the right hall, in which the butler had left to. We're staying here?! I know it would be rude to leave as soon as you arrive and things were prepared for you but I don't trust 'Jon'. I mean he is in my mother's house. "And the improvement/workout room is down there." He pointed down to the other hall. "Make yourselves at home." He walked down the center hall and disappeared to the left. I turned to face Nemesis. He shrugged and grabbed my hand leading us up the left side of the staircase.

The rooms were exactly were Jon/Mr. X had said they were. Nemesis had decided to stay in the same room as myself. I had no problem with his choice. I had a problem with knowing my mom was alive but not knowing where she was. I honestly was really looking forward to seeing her and asking her all the questions I had about where she had been for the past two decades, what she was doing, etc.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "To get the files I promised." He answered bluntly. I thought, while he was away, I would work my way up so I started downstairs.

I opened door after door, nothing that spiked my interest. I got to a room that looked like an office. It was all white. So white to the point where I got a headache. I walked in and walked around touching various stuff. Walking behind the desk towards the back corner of the room I sat at the desk. The desktop was on and all these files were open.

"Agency goes up in flames"

"Lana Steele: Where has she gone?"

"Martha Steele's daughter dead?!"

"Mr. X dead at age 50"

This person was researching everything I know of. I would think it was my mom but she wouldn't research herself. Another computer illuminated the room showing the Google search engine. I cautiously walked towards the device. I went to the computers history to find more information. It was obvious that these belonged to two different people. One search caught my eye.

"Mr. X recruits up and coming spy, Quinn, on top secret plan"

Quinn? What does he want with her? She's too fragile to be doing anything with him. He's evil, she's good.

As I was about to type in a search myself, the door cracked open. I quickly ducked behind the desk. "I got it Jon." The voice sounded almost like Quinn's. "Did Martha arrive yet?" Martha? What does this person have to do with my mother.

I raised out from behind the desk with my gun in my hand. "What do you have to do with my mother?"

She gasped and held her hands up in surrender. "Oh my...Lana."