Daniel Williams

• Dylan Moloney, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2008

Daniel Williams was fourteen and had been lied to a lot. His father, Matthew, was a field agent for the Secret Intelligence Agency, the British Secret Service. He had been assassinated in Murmansk, Russia. The terrorist org. who had ordered his death, Astincor, would be expecting a replacement so SIS headman, John Zacharys, decided to send the one person Astincor wouldn't suspect: Daniel Williams. Daniel was sent to Murmansk to discover the truth, befriending part English, part Soviet girl Emma Jade Veruschka along the way. She went to his high now, and was the only perso there apart from himself to know about the incident. It was 21 Jan. 2008, and he was walking home from shcool. He brush a thick strand of shoulder-length black hair out of his left eye;his school bag slung over his right shoulder. He glanced back to see a 12th grader pointing at the scar on the back of his skull. He had been away at Murmansk for a fortnight, supposedly injured by hitting his head on a metal post. The scar was actually cause by a Beretta Silver Pigeon Trap shotgun at long range. If not for a Kevlar hood, he would be dead. He heard footsteps behind him and turned fast, expecing to see Soviet assassin Yassainire Forkoven, his father's killer, who he had com face-to-face with in Murmansk. Instead he saw-
"Emma!"
"That's Emma Jade to you,"she smiled.
"Sorry,"apoligised Daniel, "I'm just so paranoid now."
"Bored more like!" she laughed."I bet your waiting for another mission."
"You've got a point,"said Daniel.
"Gotta go, Daniel, see you round,"she said, walking off. He exited the grounds and walked towards his Fulham mansion. He saw them down a dark alley. Street gang. Near a truck, probably theirs. They were bashing an old man. A glint. The shine of a pen-knife. Daniel pulled out a mobile made by weapons artist Francis O'Brien. The Homing Ericsson. He dialed 333. Two miniature Stinger missles shot towards the truck. The gang heard it explode and turned to see it's wreck near Daniel. He was a Junior Black belt in Tae-kwondo a flying-side kick to the pen-knife guy, a couple of punches, a spinning heel and it was over. Then he saw John Zacharys.
"The logical idea is to call police,"he said in the car.
"No phone,"said Daniel.
"You had one, you used it to blow up the car!"
"Oh yeah!" Zachary sighed.
THE END
DYLAN MOLONEY