An Adventure to Last a Lifetime

Nine

The boy looked down at his watch which loosely hugged his wrist. He had been waiting in his designated spot for the past twenty minutes.

While the entire team had been given a mission, Owen played the most important part. If he screwed up then the mission would fail. So he continued to wait there for his new boss to appear. Not long past till a man dressed in a slim gray suit approached him. He had dark sunglasses covering his eyes and, although Owen could not see his eyes he knew that the man had seen him but never once made eye contact. Casually the mysterious man walked and stood beside Owen.

"Noah Jones," He said in a rather dark tone. From behind the glasses Owen could see the man glance over at him with his wide green eyes.

"Depends," Owen replied straightening his black t-shirt and leaning against the fence behind him, "who's asking."

"Your boss, thats who," the dark man turned harshly towards the younger boy. His hand reached inside of his jacket to reveal a small hand gun. Owen became nervous at that point but couldn't show it.

"Now now," Owen, aka Noah Jones, smirked at the man, raising his eyebrows, "the boss wouldn't be too happy if you did something stupid that would draw a lot of attention now would he."

The two of them both glanced around at the many witnesses surrounding them. Owen had his speculations that the man before him had been his boss but he was trained well enough to know that a man like him wouldn't come out in the open to speak with him. Slowly the man lowered his hand allowing his jacket to cover the weapon once again.

"Alright Mr. Jones," he spoke, actually rather annoyed, "please, follow me."

The suited man who was considerably taller and more muscular than Owen went first with the smaller boy right on his heels.

Noah followed quietly behind while Owen was constantly scanning his surrounds checking for anyone and everyone that could be out of place and a possible threat to him, his team, and their mission.

He caught a glimpse of Kevin kindly handing a nice couple their room key at the front desk. Kev saw Owen and gave him a quick wink before the boy had walked behind another wall and was out of sight.

After riding up the elevator a few floors the doors opened just in time to reveal Mark hauling a cart full of cleaning supplies down the hallway. The muscular, armed man stepped out of the confined space and headed the opposite direction as the boy's friend and teammate. Owen followed, glancing back at Mark for a quick second. They made eye contact and Mark gave him a reassuring friendly smile before he was gone. 

Continuing down the hall Owen saw his next two teammates as he approached the hotel room of this new Boss.

He could see the rush in Sam's eyes as she pondered on what to do to seem normal. Seth glanced at Owen momentarily then took Sam in his arms and presses his lips against hers. He spun her around placing her back against the wall. Fumbling with his key card in his pocket he attempted to move them both towards their door with out breaking their connection.

Owen didn't want to watch this so he turned his attention back to the tall man in front of him who's name he still did not know.

As they came to the door beside the newly wed couple he could hear the sound their hard breathing. That man could not get the door open fast enough for Owen. He just wanted to crawl in there and slam the door shut behind him. But before they entered Seth had finally managed to open their door and push him and Sam into it. He could still hear her laughing even as the entry way was sealed once more.

The man in the gray suit knocked on the door in a rhythm that Owen quickly devoted to memory and within a few seconds the door was opened.

The man stepped aside telling Noah to enter the room first. He was hesitate but not so much so, so that he didn't seem suspicious. He had to seem as if he'd done this plenty of times before. His new so called "boss" had been doing this long enough and had even worked where Owen was now so the slightest wrong move and Brookes would know he was a fake.

Owen observed his surroundings very closely noticing that everything was perfectly in place. Almost too perfect.

"Hello Mr. Jones," a voice said to his left. The boy jumped snapping his head in the mans direction. His eyes fell on a face he'd seen before on the screen in Boss's office. But his attention wasn't kept there long. It moved to the bags of white powder neatly lined on his desk.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Brookes said taking one in his gloved hand. He took time to exam it before turning his gaze back to Noah.

Owen swallowed hard then let out a casual laugh doing his best to keep his cover.

"So what? You hired me to deal your cocaine? Really?" He leaned himself against a table across the room folding his arms over his chest.

The older man simply laughed placing the bag back on the table.

"Not quite," he said standing and making his way around his desk. Two men appeared and soon were on either side of the new employee. Owen's attention level spiked and he was on high alert but knew he couldn't do anything to blow his cover.

"Ever heard of Scopolamine?" Brookes asked walking closer to the boy.

"Scopolamine?" Owen asked racking his brain, "used to help motion sickness?"

"Yes, also known as Hyoscine. But better known in this business as Devil's Breath." The man placed a strong hand on Noah's shoulder leading him away from the table and towards a chair more towards the center of the room.

"Devil's Breath huh?" Owen said shaking his head, "Can't say I've heard of that one. What's so special about it?"

"Well," Brookes stopped and looked Owen in the eyes, "its considered one of the most dangerous drugs in the world. All it takes in inhaling a tiny bit of it-" The man reached for a bag on his desk opening it and taking some in his gloved hand and blowing it in Owen's direction as he spoke, "-and it doesn't act like any other drug does."

Owen couldn't help but fall back and land in the chair as the powder entered his nostrils.

"You're still fully awake but you become almost zombie like, without any control of your senses, under the control of anyone around who would know to take advantage of you," Brookes smirked standing before the boy. Then he took a firm grip of the arm rests of the chair leaning down to get in Owen's face. "You're mine boy."