Chapter 7: Mitchell

"First off Tony, I can call you Tony right?" I slightly nod my head stiffly.

"Good! First off you can call me Director Mitchell. And secondly, how would you like to assist your country in one of the greatest opportunities of all time? One that every high school genius wants? Eh? We could use a smart kid like you!"

I smirk figuring it out "In other words: you've lost your tech in some out of reach place, my guess the scorpions and you want to send a kid in to retrieve it for you so you don't have to get your hands dirty. No thanks." I turn on my heel and walk back into the elevator.

"Hold it, hold it! I am sure we can come to terms!" Mitchell pulls a napkin out of a hidden shirt pocket pocket and nonchalantly dabs at the sweat starting to appear on his forehead.

"What's in it for me? I mean, yeah I can do the job, but first we need to get things straight." I pick up a clean glass sitting on a nearby desk and begin to play with it while I lean against the wooden table. Mitchell laughs.

"Just like your father! Always wanting to benefit himself!" he smiles and approaches me hand extended. I immediately stop fiddling with the cup and stare at him.

"My dad is a hard working electrician, and does part time volunteer work at a charity. He has never been that selfish!" Tony begins to get infuriated.

"Well your dad..." Mitchell begins, but is suddenly nudged on the shoulder by his assistant, who I now realise, for the first time, is standing beside him with a clipboard. She whispers in his ear. He turns pink, glances at me, whispers back and then faces me.