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Angel and the Assassin
Fyn Alexander
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Angel and the Assassin
Copyright © September 2010 by Fyn Alexander
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Chapter One
London, England
Kael Saunders sat in the bright, glass-walled waiting room at the Secret
Intelligence Service at Vauxhall Cross, opened the black leather-bound blank book,
and began to write.
I grew up poor, but I had two things in my favour; I was clever and I was
ruthless. I also had the misfortune to be educated at an elite boarding school, or so it
seemed at the time. Later I was grateful for it. But while I was there, it was often
hell. It was an all boys’ school. They came from well-heeled homes and they called me
the council estate charity case.
So I beat the shite out of them.
I never did it openly. Not because I was a coward. I was anything but. I just
didn’t want to lose my scholarship and disappoint my mum, so I went after them
quietly, one by one. I was as stealthy as a fox. I would sniff them out when they least
expected it: in the change rooms after sports practice, in the toilets, in the woods
behind the school.
And I would take my revenge.
I was fast and I was a dirty fighter. I always used a weapon, the belt from my
trousers, or one of my trainers if we were in the change room. They never saw it
coming. I’d tell them if they told anyone what I did, I’d have to come after them
again. Next time it would be worse. So they had better not make me do it.
They never told anyone and they never called me a charity case again. They
were terrified of me.
The boys at College Grange School were all called John and David and
Charles. I was never quite sure, but I think my mum got Kael from an American
soap opera. Half the kids in my neighbourhood had American soap opera names. The
first thing one of the boys said to me when I arrived at the school, terrified, out of
place, and angry, was “Kael? That’s a type of cabbage.”
I was put on detention for the rest of that week for punching him. That was
when I learned to be circumspect, to wait for my moment. It served me well in my
future career.

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