WHERE ARE THE REVIEWS??!! Are people not reading the story anymore or something?!! Hopefully this chapter will keep you interested.
-ZaneLover0511
Oh and has anyone else there noticed that the amazing Uglies series doesn't have it's own category on FanFiction? Or are you guys not into that? Sorry but I just wrote a one shot story on the series and I think it's one of my best stories so it's kind of sad that I have no where to put it up but never the less, I put it under the misc. section so if any of you are interested, please read and review.
At 6:20 AM, Tom and Hayden were called in to check over all the procedures. Most of it was boring formalities so it didn't matter to Hayden. Only the early time did. At 7 AM, everyone went to the restaurant for a British-style breakfast. Accents included since Hayden still didn't have that down perfect. 8 AM was all the last minute packing and checking with the hugs and kissing. Then it came—9 AM. Also known as the departure time.
It was really depressing. It was like suddenly knowing that you weren't a carefree kid anymore and that it was time to grow out. Hayden wondered if this was how a caterpillar felt once it came out of its cocoon. The caterpillar probably wanted its long awaited growth but Hayden didn't at all. She just felt like a suicide bomber.
All through the way, it helped that Tom was really friendly. It was hard to believe that this man could ever be a spy. He was an open book with a few minor torn pages. The usual working man—not some bloody MI6 operative. Conversations were carried on so easily that in the hours that passed, Hayden could have sworn that she was really Sarah Holland, the beloved yet vicious daughter of Mathew Holland.
Once they boarded the airplane, Hayden couldn't help but fall asleep in the first class seats. Tom had something to do on his laptop so anti-socialness had dozed her off. It was okay though considering that Hayden needed the sleep. Close to four hours later, the plane landed in Venice and everyone exited the plane. After seeing the luxurious limo that took them to the local Ritz-Carlton, she was sure that they were overdoing the whole "I'm rich!" thing but when she asked Tom, he just laughed, saying that when MI6 was paying for everything, why not enjoy yourself? That worked out for Hayden since luxury was the one thing that teenager could not say no too. Who would be able to?
For a while, Hayden just stared at the ceiling, trying to push boredom out of her head. Then, realizing that she couldn't take it anymore, she put on her running shoes and went to go explore.
Venice just had to be one of the most beautiful cities in the world. The architecture was just so intricate and well thought-out. The only thing you would find in New York was the skyscrapers. Maybe that worked out for the everday business life, but for tourists it did nothing. Hayden figured that if you lived somewhere like India, there would be no way you would want to chose New York over Venice . Venice had it all—from the good food to perfect view from every window.
Suddenly, after running what seemed like ten miles in the scorching sun, Hayden passed this woman who had something in her that caught Hayden's eye. Then she saw it: The blue scorpion-shaped button on her open bag. That was all she needed.
Hayden followed the lady for over an hour. It was almost like she had no specific destination in mind.. Eventually, as a huge relief, the lady stopped in a rundown alley in front of an equally rundown car. While the woman got in, Hayden pulled her self low enough to sneak behind the car. While the car drove through the perpendicular alley, a paper blew against the left-hand window. Out of all the words on it, she was only able to make out the heading: Grace Hopper. The name seemed familiar—as if it came out of her history book. Hayden wasn't even sure anymore that the lady she saw was a part of Scorpia. Either way, she figured that remembering the name wouldn't hurt and that it might come in use on day. Maybe as a good fake name to sneak into the all-senior prom.
It was getting dark and Hayden knew that Tom would start to wonder where she was, so she headed back to the hotel. Thankfully, she had some spare change to grab a taxi as she was way too exhausted to walk all the way back. And anyway, she didn't even know where she was.
With the horrible traffic, it took almost an hour to get back to the hotel and Hayden had been right—Tom was frantic trying to track her down. He obviously hadn't had any experience dealing with teenagers before. She made a mental note to show Tom the basics of dealing with a teen before meeting up with Scorpia so nobody suspected anything.
Ignoring what he felt inside, Tom stayed cool about the whole Hayden-going-missing situation and took her out for dinner. He didn't even question the whereabouts of Hayden's disappearance. To Tom, it was just a matter of being polite. But to Hayden, it was a perfect opportunity to get some of those long awaited answers to her questions.
Italian Herbs was one of the nicest restaurants close to Ritz-Carlton, so that's where dinner was. Hayden made a mental note to try to get together with someone in MI6 in the future. Of course, that wouldn't be hard considering her looks. In the end, Hayden decided to order a small bowl of pasta while Tom ordered an eggplant parmesan sandwich. Finally, after sitting and eating like a proper lady for ten minutes, Hayden broke the ice: "Tom, I really want to know more but I don't know what. Everything that's gone on recently seemed so confusing and so scary when my father explained it, but so far, things are going smooth. Daddy isn't the kind of person to lie or exaggerate about anything. So what's the truth?"
Tom just sat there and stared at Hayden deeply for a long time—"Your father didn't lie to you about the horrible things MI6 and Scorpia have done—but at the same time, it's all his perspective. He was forced into working for MI6 at a very young age, but he was the best for the job. On the other hand, it was my choice to work for the British intelligence and I can back out anytime, so it isn't that bad for me. Between you and me, I wouldn't want to be doing anything else. I get to run around and do crazy things while being in the best occupation a man can be: A patriot. And it's cool because I don't have to always follow the rules." With that, Tom smiled one of the warmest smiles you could have ever seen. Tom was there to help Hayden and she knew it. This made her happy.
After all of this, Tom still had more to say which turned down Hayden's appetite. "I still don't want you to get into the idea that any of this is going to be fun. Unfortunately, people are going to die. MI6 have a habit of doing their share of dirty work too. You can relax and try to fit in but don't get too settled or it'll be hard to leave. If there is anything going on, I want you to tell me immediately or it might be too late. Most importantly, don't tell anyone who you really are or it'll be your father that'll be in danger. I don't think I ever told you this before, but I don't trust Mr. Blunt. I'm positive that he's hiding something and I'm keen on finding out what that is. In the meantime, we'll just have to work on what you hear."
Hayden gulped—"Sure… I guessHow was that for a chapter? I finally got the whole story under control and fixed a really good plot for the whole story and guess what? I'm exited! I can't wait to type out the revised version and show it to all of you!
Mmmm... really wanna know what's coming next and what Scorpia's really up to? Maybe type in the name Grace Hopper in Google and see what you get... Yes, Grace Hopper is a real one-living person and has a really big part in the story so check it out for a hint.
-ZL0511