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*Jacks POV*
Sean William McLoughlin. That's the name I was born with. Agent Septiceye is the name I was given after I joined the Agency. I was 10 when it happened. It was Christmas morning in Ireland, and I was opening presents with my mom and dad. The cold weather stayed outside, as the fireplace in our home brought us warmth. The house was filled with decorations, the wreath hanging on the front door, three stockings hung over the fireplace. I remember how happy I was before the banging on the doors and windows became known. Men in black suits and masks stormed the house. I was grabbed harshly by a man, his grip so tight I struggled to breathe. I saw my parents get dragged in to the kitchen, my moms hair being pulled by one of the masked men. I saw my dad fighting with two of the others.
"Don't hurt my baby!" I heard my mom scream. "Tell us where the flash drive is NOW!" A loud booming voice replied. He obviously was one of the bad guys.
I was thrown over a mans shoulders. I kicked and screamed and punched as hard as I can until i was shoved into a closet.
"L-let me out! Please! Please! I want my mommy!" I cried.
I heard struggling from outside the doors, loud crashes and glass shattering. The screaming was muffled. I couldn't understand what they were saying. I only made out the words agents and flash drive. Flash drive? I didn't understand at the time. Eventually the muffled screams stopped. It was eerily quiet until two loud bangs came from the other side of the door. I was so confused and scared. I didn't know what was happening. I heard footsteps pass by where I was.
"Should we kill him?" A man said near the door. "No. Leave him. He's not important. What's done is done. I'm not even sure if he knows who we are." Their voices started to fade away, and I sat quietly for 15 minutes before exiting my safe place. I opened the door slowly, scared that the men might still be here. When no one came I inched out of the closet space and toward the kitchen. I could never get the memory of what I saw in there out of my head, even if I tried. To this day, the bodies of my dead parents remains trapped in the very edges of mind.
I remember the cops flooding the house, but I paid no attention to them. I was seated in the back of an ambulance, when a man with short brown hair, and green eyes leaned into my view. "Hello Sean. You may not know me, but my name is Robert. I was a good friend of your mom and dad." He spoke very gentle, even though his voice was gruff and gravel like.
"Well Sean, I know you may be confused right now, but I will explain everything to you when It's the right time. All you should know right now is that your parents are heroes. Those men? They came to your house for a reason Sean. You may not understand just yet, but your parents were a part of an organization that keeps this world safe."
"Like superheroes" I asked. The man laughed. "Yes son, like superheroes. Those bad men killed your parents, for information about us. This may be a lot to take in, and I am so very very sorry about what happened. I am going to take you home with me Sean. This change is going to be scary. But i knew your mom and dad very well, and because you have no other family members, they assigned me to be your guardian in case of something like this."
"I j-just w-want my mom and dad." I cried for what felt like hours. I felt Robert put a hand on my back and lead me to the car. That was the last time I saw my home. Robert looked over me after that. He took me to America to live, since he was a part of the American organization, where as my parents were part of Ireland's organization. He sat me down when I was 15 to explain everything. About secret agents, and how they take down the bad guys who try to access government information. He finally explained that my parents were given a flash drive containing all the information about each agent in Ireland, America, Sweden, every country. This was an important and dangerous mission they had. They took it because that meant they could retire from active duty on the field. That's when they decided to have me. It only last 10 years strong, until somehow a group of men from a group called, The Takers, came into our house that day looking for it. I don't know how they figured out my parents had the flash drive, but they did. Robert then explained that his parents hid it in a very special place.
"Where? I've never seen a flash drive in our house before!" I explained. "That's because it's not a flash drive Sean. It's a chip. A micro chip. And you have it."
"Whoa whoa whoa! What do you mean I have it? My parents never gave me a microchip. This is insane!" I was in shock. I had the information? This was some powerful information to have. If someone bad got their hands on it, all the personal files of secret agents would be exposed.
"That necklace you wear. Where did you get it?" Robert asked. The way he spoke sounded like he already knew, but i humored him anyways by answering. "My dad gave this to me when i was 8. He said it was his, and it meant a lot to him." as i spoke I touched the silver chain that laid on my chest. At the bottom of the chain was the letter J. He never told me what that stood for.
"That chain around your neck is the microchip. It is embedded into the J. Do you know why there is a J there Sean" Robert was now staring at me with such kind eyes. "What does it mean?" I asked. "The J stands for the name your dad was given when he became an agent. He was Agent Jack, or AJ which a lot of people liked to call him. He was going to name you jack the day you were born, but decided to give you Sean instead."
"Jack." I tested the name out on my lips. I liked it. I felt like a part of me was a little complete with that name. "Robert may i ask you something."
"You can always ask me anything Sean you know that."
"Can you call me Jack? I like it. I want it to be my nickname too. Like my father. And how do I become an Agent?"