There we were in this empty warehouse, in the middle of nowhere. Nobody would hear me if i screamed on the top of my lungs, no one but these four gentlemen. Thus, I decided to be honest and don’t think about the rest. So, I told him that I had no idea who Ryan was. I was in utter shock when he answered “Great. At least now I know that I can really trust you. Nice to meet you, I’m Ryan — the R that you are looking for.” I stared at him with my mouth wide open and eyes sparkling with adrenaline, brought by the surprise and nervousness.
He continued, ” I’ve been making my men follow you for months. I monitored every step you took, I figured out the pattern of your life. Even when you thought you broke it, we were there. Just like how it was this morning — you remember Jimmy, hopefully.” The bandana guy revealed his face, hey it was the guy from the coffeeshop this morning! Alright, I thought to myself, this can’t get any creepier.
Ryan must have superpowers to have read my mind as he replied: “Now don’t you sorry I won’t harm you. If I wanted to, you would have died weeks ago.” Was that supposed to feel relieving?
“You are my key to get me something I want desperately. Starting from tonight you will be recieving notes with my signature on it just like the one that Jimmy gave you from anyone, anywhere. If you complete the tasks we won’t have to blame you for the murder of your boss,” Photos taken of Mr. Jefferson’s dead body conformed this. “You see, we can plant evidence. We got your hair, fingerprints, saliva samples… there is no way out.”
In the morning I was walking to my office at work, ashamed of looking at my collegues’ faces. I wanted to scream “Mr. Jefferson is dead! That bloody blondie killed him!” On my desk there was a note: “I am a coffee bean but I may at anytime make someone scream.”
Scream? Oh I remember, the roller coaster! I rushed to the amusement park, searching for coffee. The logo of the café was a coffee bean? There was another sticky note: “Nobody touch the pawn, as he is sad as a clown.” Walked to the giftshop to find a chess set. Inside the pawn was a hidden flash drive. I returned home and put it in my laptop. A pop up appeared; a video was attached. There was Ryan -again- telling me to stand up and look out the window. All I saw was a white minivan. God, why did it have to be a damn minivan?
I went downstairs and got in the car. No windows. I was dropped at the gate of a skyscraper. Some concierge welcomed me into this big meeting room. There he was, in flesh and blood: Mr. Jefferson! Next to him was Ryan, of course. Mr. Jefferson told me that I did such a great job and then held me as I started crying. Ryan introduced himself once again. “I think it’s time we properly met. My name is Ryan Davies, a special agent at MI6. You are in MI6 headquarters. Your ‘boss’ is a colleague of mine whom recommended you as our new trainee agent. You will go through a very disciplined programme, obviously.” I handed him the pawn that he asked for earlier. “However, it’s safe to say that you passed the initial test. Welcome home, rookie!” The handbook he threw at me made me realize that all these games were for secrecy and that I was going to be an MI6 agent!