7.00pm - We made our way over to the HQ. But this time, we entered through another entrance closest to Armani's home: "The Oval Underground Station" - (It was also not far from where I lived because I used in another part of Camberwell).
Valerio was the one driving us there but we had to park on a side street around the corner of "The Oval Cricket Ground" one of the only places that are attractive about South London. As we exit the car and made our way to the Underground Station, Valerio told us that he just received a message from Elmer saying that we only have 48 hours to rescue the son. Also, The President will need to give up his presidency handing it over to Iwan.

It was a pretty short walk and it was quite busy when we entered. Not many people usually take the stairs so they rather take the escalator which was way faster, but we took the stairs as that was where the sealed off passageway was located.

"May I do the honours?" Asked Libby walked forward intentionally pushing me and Armani out of the way.

"She nearly killed us," I whispered to Armani as we both steady ourselves preventing us from falling to our certain death.

Valerio did not reply and just folded his arms as he watched from a stair above us.

He did finally say, "Look, we don't have time. We need to get over to the Chancery Lane branch really soon which means we have to go under the River Thames."

"This is how we are going to fail our first or even second mission because of you," Armani said to Libby who is still in the process of look for that loose tile.

"Quite right." Agreed Valerio.

"Let me do it." I volunteer. Valerio shot me a, are you kidding me? Look. I warned, "Libby move or I'll push you." She moved a stair below and I took her place.

I then assessed the tiles in a 3x5 grid which I remembered from my countless visits to The Chancery Lane branch that the loose tile was two across and four down. I pressed it and the tile moved back, therefore, creating an awkward door as it was in the middle of a staircase.

I turned to Valerio who wore the must hilarious astonished look on his face that made me feel pretty smug. Armani tried to stifle her laughter because of Libby's expression and I understood why (just imagine the most scrunched up face they could make because they're pissed they failed).

Anywho, moments later, we were walking through that passage and stood in front not one, but two lifts and both are multidirectional - just what I needed - we hopped into one, as soon as it was available, although, in this lift rather than having a board of over 100 buttons, it had a touchscreen. Valerio selected an icon which read "HQ branches" which showed all the London Underground Stations which he searched and selected "Chancery Lane". The lift moved; but instead of descending we were moving backwards and all of us, except Valerio, was holding on to the rails. After a few moments, there was a change in direction and we were moving to the right. Eventually, we did descend which told me we were at the Chancery Lane branch and we landed at some sort of conference room: a long table with about 20 people on either side.

"Hurry, hurry!" Came running John ushering us out of the lift and into the conference room seating us next to The President who looked extremely anxious.

All in the room were immersed in the conversation occasionally raising up the topic of Iwan Isaacs; their voices got louder until someone at the end of the table bellowed, "SILENCE!"
All were quiet. I blinked slowly and looked in the direction of the source which was not far from us considering we were next to The President, who was very important, who would be close to who I'm guessing is the CEO of the U.B.S.A branch. He was a middle-aged man with frown lines all around his mouth and the coldest blue eyes I have ever encountered. No one knew his real name, according to Valerio, but everyone knew his name as simply "boss".

"Now," began the boss, "Iwan Isaacs: Age 36, serial-killer and a deadly usurper, works for T.O.S; the agency's worst enemy and has threatened the life of The President's son who is... How old is he sir?"

"He is age 10 and he lives with my former wife, Alison, in Philadelphia around Camden." Replied The President.

"Thank you for the information." The boss took notes in a file before he continued, "we will have some agents in the US branch to monitor his movements so that the Alpha Team will have leads when they land in approximately 3 hours and 10 minutes. Elmer, do you have any updates about the prisoner?"

"Yes, sir." He replied standing up, "his name is Dalton and has not yet recovered sir. The doctors said that he would be unable to walk because of the severe damage to his leg and foot." He glanced at Me and Armani as he said that.

"Ok," the boss took notes again before he turned to us, "Alpha Team, I will dismiss you," we all got up before he continued, "before you go, each of you will go home, pack your bags, collect your passports and meet us in an hour to meet Elmer at The London City Airport where a Private Jet will be waiting for you. You are now dismissed."

We, The Alpha Team, left the conference room and eventually exit the Underground Station. Valerio offered to drop us off at our homes but I politely rejected, Armani accepted and so did Libby so I made my way home, alone.

******

"Oi! Where have been you been?" Asked Gal as I entered and was watching me from the top of the staircase obviously drunk and clinging on the stair's railing for support.

I climbed up the stairs and attempted to push him but he grabbed me by the arm stopping me dead in my tracks. He then repeated more slowly and more seriously, "Where, have, you, been?"

I gave him a side glance then replied, "Out with my friends. Why?"

He did not answer so he let go of me and I made my way to my room, dumping as many concealing, dark clothes into one of the only suitcases available as well as my toiletries and the gadgets I was allowed to keep on me. My hand luggage which was on my bed where I placed snacks in case I was hungry. Once I was finished packing, I then dragged my suitcase down the stairs trying to make as little noise as possible but then I found Gal standing in front of the living room's doorway obviously looking like he wants to kill me probably for hiding stuff from him (Yes, I've been sneaking out of the house so that I could go to the HQ). I could tell by the redness of his face that the Alcohol hasn't completely worn off.

"Where are you going?" He asked, with a slight slur in his voice holding a bottle.

It took me about 1 minute to go through a list of excuses in my head before I answered, "I'm going on vacation with Armani to Scotland to stay with her Aunt until the weekend."

He paused considering what to do with me before she answered, "Ok, I shall let you go."

"Thank you." I sigh in relief and continued my journey down the stairs taking a long coat to protect me from the approaching cold.

7.40pm - I exit the house, with my hand luggage in one hand and my suitcase in the other, feeling triumphant in covering up a lie about my mission which will take place in abroad, the US. I used my phone to call for a taxi, in about 5 minutes it arrived and took me to London City Airport which was known for flights to NY and for the private jets. It's also where I found my fellow teammates as well as John Elmer standing opposite a Private Jet owned by U.B.S.A (It had its disguise logo printed on the body of the Jet). As I approached them, I gave them a weak smile which Armani and Valerio returned also Libby rolling her eyes as if to say, you'll never be ready.

"Oh, I will," I told her as I walked passed her and stood by Armani's side.

8.00pm - We did all the legal stuff required to exit the country and in less than an hour or two, we were boarding the Jet about to take off. Yet before all of that, Elmer decided to see us off and told us that he'll meet up with us later. He also gave us gadgets in a black box (which I will give details about later as I did not have a good look at them when I got them).

I stared out of the Oval window of the Jet silently saying goodbye to a place I may or may not see again and smiling to myself from the amount of salary I will receive later! - If I don't die - after all, this organisation is different from the CIA, MI5 or The FBI. It's the 23rd century.