"Stop!" Jonas sprinted after a boy about sixteen with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Agents closely followed and started climbing a small hill after him.
"Jaime! Stop running! No ones pointing a gun at you. It's pointless." Jaime turned to look at four agents who where closely behind him.
"You've been running for what? 22 hours? You're probably starving" Jamie climbed down and walked past Jonas.
Jonas watched patiently while Jaime ate.
"Who taught you to fight like that?" the boy ignored his question.
"What do you want from me?" Jaime pushed his plate away and stared at Jonas.
"Nothing important, we're trying to keep you safe."
"Why?" Jaime growled.
"There's another society coming after you. Your father has stolen a piece of very important of information from Conway. If they get to you, it puts your father in a comprisable position." Jonas folded his arms across his chest. "It's a list of twenty-five people who've stolen from Conway."
"Let me guess, and you're one of those people?" Jaime returned the action back, Jonas laughed nervously.
"Alek? All clear?" Jonas spoke through his bluetooth device.
"Yep." Alek scoped the top of the building for a third time. "It's boring actually, too quiet."
Jaime laughed, "You brought some of the Marine Corps?!" Jaime started laughing again.
"For your protection. Conway's tracking you, every second. You trust no one. Got it?" Jonas slid out from the booth and walked outside.
"Yeah yeah."
So, who is this mysterious boy?
"Jaime! Stop running! No ones pointing a gun at you. It's pointless." Jaime turned to look at four agents who where closely behind him.
"You've been running for what? 22 hours? You're probably starving" Jamie climbed down and walked past Jonas.
Jonas watched patiently while Jaime ate.
"Who taught you to fight like that?" the boy ignored his question.
"What do you want from me?" Jaime pushed his plate away and stared at Jonas.
"Nothing important, we're trying to keep you safe."
"Why?" Jaime growled.
"There's another society coming after you. Your father has stolen a piece of very important of information from Conway. If they get to you, it puts your father in a comprisable position." Jonas folded his arms across his chest. "It's a list of twenty-five people who've stolen from Conway."
"Let me guess, and you're one of those people?" Jaime returned the action back, Jonas laughed nervously.
"Alek? All clear?" Jonas spoke through his bluetooth device.
"Yep." Alek scoped the top of the building for a third time. "It's boring actually, too quiet."
Jaime laughed, "You brought some of the Marine Corps?!" Jaime started laughing again.
"For your protection. Conway's tracking you, every second. You trust no one. Got it?" Jonas slid out from the booth and walked outside.
"Yeah yeah."
So, who is this mysterious boy?
Likes: Swords, animals, history
Best Friend: Blaine, Aryess
Loves: Aryess
Dislikes: Those who pick on the weak
Worst Habit: Too trusting
Personal Secret: I have very few scars
Favorite Food: French Onion Soup, blueberry pancakes
Favorite Color: Blue
Code Name: Lance?
Mentor/Inspiration: Arthur
Relations: Unaware of my birth parents
Base of Operations: Currently Nedora
Personal Home: Nedora
Occupation: Knight
Job: Knight
Team: None
What Symbolizes You: Excalibur. Or justice and loyalty
Biggest Regret: Not taking one hit...
Dream Career: Professor of Arthurian History.
Most Recent Nightmare: Realizing everything was a dream
Spirit Animal: Dog