Thursday, September 17, 2009

Allies

There’s this cute guy at the Costa Coffee at Waterloo Station, so now I have an addiction to coffee, but I prefer to think of it as an addiction to him-“Little Fire”. Dark brown eyes, chocolate brown hair, and the most beautiful smile, it makes my day every morning. I think he’s 20 or 21, I told him my parents are house swapping for the rest of the year with a family that has our house in NYC. I’ve never been to New York, but I did a little research so I can talk like I live there, tell him where the best coffee is, the best sandwiches, best place to take your date, complete with street names and neighborhood, those kind of pertinent details, I think I could live there. Little Fire promises me to visit, but hasn’t offered to take me to any of London’s best of. Whatever, it’s better he remains eye candy, I could disappear any day now, no point in disappointing both of us.

It wasn’t until recently that I was told the story of how I got here in the first place. Why London? Why MI6? I’m an American, I least I’ve never been told otherwise. The answer is “Determined Protector” and “Noble Lady.” Undercover agents with MI6, working on a case that I was unknowingly made a part of. Once my presence, and consequently Usurpers, came on the scene it altered their assignment. What that assignment was I don’t know, I didn’t even know their involvement until I was introduced to them a few days ago. But if Protector had not come to the rescue I’d still be strapped to an exam table with masked faces hanging above me jabbering in another language as they stole blood, bone marrow, and all other kinds of DNA components from me. Bastards!

Most of those six weeks is a blur of bad dreams, pain, and periods of bright light followed by pitch black darkness. To be taken from one hell to another kind is not what I would recommend to anyone. But anyways, Protector is awesome. He is not Caucasian, he is of the same decent as those who kidnapped me, but he is an English citizen though he would fit right into any of those fantasy Kung Fu movies that are so popular right now, I mean he is that good, he does that stuff for real, but only when needed of course. Luckily he doesn’t need it often because Noble Lady is his partner person who makes sure there is always a way out, around, or under, which consequently how they got Usurper and I out and thereby ruining their whole operation. They won’t tell what happened to Usurper. Is he in an identical house somewhere else in London or did they ship him back to the US? I can’t imagine him cooperating with these guys…what would he do with his time if it was his own?

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