Spy Mixup-Paused

Chapter 10

~20 minutes later

"Well Kari I hate to admit this but you were right, Demetri is here in London or at least he was."

"Was?"

"Well he's left and this time he took a friend with him. Your friend to be specific."

"He took Kari, didn't he?"

"Technically, he thinks he took you."

Realization dawned on my face; of course that teacher Kari killed took pictures of her and sent them to all enemy organizations, so everyone would be able to eliminate her if they got the chance. "Well, I said, I'll just go and find her."

"Not so fast, first off they will realize right away that they got the wrong girl and then if you show up they'll realize that you actually are who their after. It's not safe; I'll send someone out to get her. Also, we have more pressing matters here. Have you seen the papers lately?"

"No, why?"

"All around the UK, and especially London, there have been a series of bombings going on and a lot of buildings have been destroyed. I want you to get to the bottom of this before the buildings that are being destroyed are of some importance.

“Are there any patterns as to why the person picked them? “I asked.

“No, so far almost all of the blown up buildings have been places that are either deserted or have few costumers.  Also the majority of the buildings have been on the outskirts of town, and whoever is doing the destroying is slowly bombing buildings closer to town.”

“That’s all you got for me” I responded while trying to stifle a laugh “that’s going to be next to impossible to find the buildings before they’re bombed. You realize that right?”

“Of course I do Mason, now can you just go find whoever is bombing these buildings, I don’t have the time to argue over this, I’m swamped in work. Now go.”

*              *              * ~Renolds POV

Finally class was over for the day. I was getting pretty damned tired of seeing these kids every day. I thought that after my mission I could quit being a teacher, but no, the school just had to not have had another replacement so I’m stuck here until the school is over. So much for getting to be an active duty agent. Sighing, I turned to my computer to check my email. One new message popped up and I clicked it open.

                Renolds,

I’m sorry this is last minute but I need you to go to a downtown teachers meeting to discuss the new curriculum for the English and history programs next year. The meeting starts at three sharp.

                Mr. Anderson

Stupid principal sticking me in another meeting, to discuss future plans. I’m not even going to be here next year so this is just pointless. But I might as well go, it’s not like I can just skip it. Sighing yet again, I went out my room and made my way to my car and proceeded to drive to the meeting, making it there with plenty of time to waste.

Walking into the building I headed towards the teachers meeting room, filled with the worst chairs possible, they were horrible to sit in. all the chairs were around a giant wooden oval table covered in both ink and coffee stains. When I walked in through the door only one other person was in the room and man with short red hair and covered in dozens of freckles. Choosing to sit next to him seemed like an awkward idea so I sat almost opposite. But just to my luck I realized I has nothing on me and since the walls were bare I was stuck with staring at the paint while trying to avoid making awkward eye contact. The walls in the room were a sickly grey color.

“So are you going to say something? Or am I?” said the man in the room.

His words were sharp and gruff and didn’t seem to fit his personality. “Um. . .” I began trying to think quickly of what to say, “I’m Ezra Renolds” I stated and stopped talking letting awkward silence fill the room yet again.

“I’m Ryan Simmons, I teach history over at Huffington. What about you?

“Oh, I teach English at Penn-Dragon.”

“I was never very good at English.” He responded.

“Well” I retorted back “I was never good at history.” This comment earned me a little chuckle from Ryan.

“What’s so funny?”

"Everyone claims their not good at history, when in reality no one really gives a damn about what happened more than a few years or should I say weeks ago.”

“That’s quite true I agreed” while starting to laugh.

“So, you’re one of them then?” Ryan questioned.

“One of who?”

 "A person who doesn’t give a damn about what goes on in the world.”

“Yup that’s me!” I replied laughing, which earned me a scowl from Ryan.

“You arrogant bastard, why I bet you wouldn’t even realize anything happening in the world even if your neighbor’s house were to be bombed, I bet you would never notice.”

How did he know about the explosions? Everything that happened was being kept secret by the agency and we were covering up the explosions, claiming they were gas pipe explosions and other similar stories. I’m probably just being paranoid. The example he gave me could have just been anything. “Your right” I replied laughing “I probably would never notice”.