Stormbreaker Page #2

two days ago, so do it now, all right?

- I didn't get the paperwork.

- Just do it, Harry.

I'm going to Liverpool Street.

Liverpool Street?

What, the station?

Yes, you berk. Where else?

I'm going to take them the stuff.

Bryce! Bryce!

Tyson, get out!

Oi!

Harry!

Oi!

Come here!

Urgh!

Rargh!

Rargh!

- How did he get in?

- Get out of the way!

Please wait on the main concourse...

Sure they said they were coming here?

They could've gone anywhere.

No, they didn't say they were taking a train.

They were bringing stuff to the station.

- Where?

- I dunno.

- Jack?

- What?

Over there.

It's that guy from the funeral.

It's um...

What's his name? Uh...

Alex?

- Hey!

- Mind!

The Stormbreaker,

coming soon from Sayle Enterprises.

- Look out!

- Sorry.

The Stormbreaker,

coming soon from Sayle Enterprises.

Whoa!

Welcome to Arrivals.

Please remain seated,

and await docking procedure.

Good morning.

Good morning, Alex.

Shouldn't you be at school?

I was at Liverpool Street Station.

And now I'm here.

That's right.

Morning.

So, what is this place?

Hogwarts?

I think you've probably realised

your uncle didn't work for a bank.

The Royal and General doesn't exist.

He worked for us.

- Who are you?

- My name is Mrs Jones.

I run the Special Operation division of Ml6.

Wait a minute - are you saying he lied to me?

He lied to everyone. Sorry.

Part of his job.

Lan Rider was one of our best agents.

- Until you got him killed.

- He got himself killed.

- It's an occupational hazard, I'm afraid.

- Not if you're a banker.

Mr Blunt wants to talk to you.

We have a proposition we'd like to make.

We want you to work for us.

You're not being serious?

Actually, it's not my habit to make jokes.

You're making one now.

I don't wanna be a spy.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm still at school.

I'll take that as a no, then.

What a great shame.

Your uncle would be very disappointed.

- What?

- Letting him down like that.

But then, I suppose... Young people.

How can you say that?

He wouldn't want me here.

He spent his life making sure

I never knew anything about it.

Really?

Then how do you explain...

...this?

First-rate martial arts moves.

Perfectly executed.

Who trained you?

- Nobody trained me.

- You're a first-grade dan.

A black belt at karate.

Who paid for the lessons?

- It was my choice.

- No.

All your life Ian Rider was preparing you.

You speak French, German and Japanese.

He took me on holiday.

You've been scuba-diving, mountain climbing,

- abseiling...

- They were my hobbies.

...white-water rafting,

rifle shooting, martial arts.

He was training you.

That's not how it was.

You're trying to spoil everything.

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