[6:30 AM - June 6th, Heathrow Airport]
*Third Person's POV*
A figure wearing a black scorpion style punk jacket with a grey high neck underneath. Dark blue denim pants along with some black rough and thick-soled shoes. His height could be defined to be around 5 feet and six or seven inches. looking at the age of 17.
Short length black hair messily parted to his left. His face appeared kind, friendly and, approachable but his ambience was anything but kind and approachable.
His eyes were sharp, sharp enough to appear out of place on his face. And his body language appeared to have some intimidation and nothing but a threat there.
However, if experts of martial arts and other people trained were to assess it, they would simply pass it off as a craftily constructed bluff.
Though, they will still try not to go against the guy cause only someone who was intimately aware of the shady side of their table could put up such a rouse. It was nothing but an announcement to them that don't mess with me cause I got a juggernaut behind me.
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*inhale's cigarette*
"I feel good, *exhale*. I remember past times. It's been 12 years if I remember correctly." The figure says as a puff of smoke comes out of his mouth. His eyes showing a reminiscing gleam.
Another figure with a bald head with shades on his eyes walks up to the figure sitting on the sofa. "The ride has arrived, sir" The approaching figure looked exactly like a third-grade bodyguard in a Hollywood movie. The one who falls off the building in fight with the hero.
The young man just nods while suppressing the chuckle due to his current thoughts. "I haven't been informed about which plane I would ride. Would you know anything regarding that?"
"Yes sir. It is the customized version of Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird for Manned Chauffeuring. You will be riding in that one. There are two more of the same Model but modified specifically for aircraft defence." The Nick Fury knock-off states with a hint of pride present in his voice.
"You said they were modified. Did the designers at NASA do this?" the young man inquires, clearly intrigued at the thought of retired aircraft being modified. especially ones that went down without any enemy interference.
"Absolutely sir. You have no need to concern yourself over safety. We have even made sure to accommodate for your entertainment during the flight."Knock-off Nick fury reassures.
The young man just smiles and nods. He then gets up and gestures him to show the way. Along the way, he chucks the cigarette in a dust bin where it just goes and disappears. No clue of where the bud went.
After the young man leaves the corridor, a man jumps down the roof of the room and investigates the trashcan and sofa. He puts a finger above his ear, presses a button on the device and says, "Roger reporting. No feasible evidence to get any DNA samples from target Alpha."
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[3 hours later - Cape Canaveral]
"Welcome sir, I hope you had a good ride. The movies in stock were mostly the ones that haven't been released yet." A sleazy and pompous looking man who felt remarkably like the child version of Draco from the movies but looked like an adult black-haired one.
"Yes, the movie was quite enjoyable and the seat was comfortable too. It was quite a nice ride, to be honest." The young man who just got off the sky blue coloured plane replies.
(AN: sky blue to provide camouflage while flying)
"You can colour me impressed, sir. I didn't know that you were able to speak Hindi. Anyway, How would you like to be addressed, Sir?" The sleaze-bag said while a punchable smile was plastered on his face as he tries to probe the man in front of him.
The young man smiles and replies without even batting an eye to the man's remark, "I would rather fancy 'Alpha'. It's what your colleagues in the 'other' department are calling me, I'm sure"
The smile on the sleaze-bag's face cracks a little which brings an immeasurable amount of pleasure to the young man, Alpha. Though the sleaze bag recovers quite quickly, probably due to his years and years of training.
"Of course, Sir Alpha. Now, if you would please follow me. I am sure it is not enjoyable to stand in this heat especially with your attire."
Along the way, the young man asked what would be the procedure, the location of the satellite that he has to transport and the launching procedures.
The shuttle was completely automated and was a throwaway model that has no use whatsoever except for its materials after being used once.
First, he went to the satellite area.
"So, Frank (sleaze-bag). I am supposed to take this boulder-sized 6m by 3.5m telescope into space and just release it?" Alpha asks.
"Yes, Sir Alpha." Frank replies concisely. Frank had tried to probe multiple times but was countered sharply and calmy by Alpha so he learned his lesson and kept the talk to a minimum.
"You know anything about magic?" Alpha inquires and receives a curt 'Yes' in response.
Alpha then stretches his hand and touches the satellite and *poof* It disappeared just like that. He then turns around, looking as badass as a person possibly could and says, "It's time to suit up for the launch now, let's go. Chop-chop lad, time doesn't wait for anyone and we have got a shuttle to launch in minutes."
It took Alpha twenty minutes to get all suited up, they even had a man-sized diaper for me to wear if he shit himself. 'Contingency purposes and all' they said.
They explained that Alpha would just have to press a button and it will launch me and after reaching optimum height, three consecutive beeps will be the signal that the hatch can be opened.
There is no way to come down, Alpha just stayed silent the whole time which made all the agents present think that he was just a disposable pawn for his master.
They would probably go insane if they knew what the real truth was.
(AN: Alpha looks just like me irl minus the James bond ambience and I have mostly got a silly and goofy smile on my face)