Agent for a Cause - Page 106/131

His gaze grew more serious as he laid a hand on my shoulder, "Tyre I have had many successes in my life as well as my share of failures. You have been one of my greatest successes! Thank you for not letting me down!"

I swallowed and nodded slightly in acknowledgment of the respect he had just given me.

I had never known my father, but in a way over the past eight years I had strived to please Chantry as if he had been a father to me. I had wanted to show him that I had been worth it and that I was capable of doing something good and that I wasn't just a coldhearted killer. He had just confirmed my success in achieving that and I couldn't help but feel a little choked up myself.

His smile came back, "Anna is really special Tyre! She'll have you out of that tight secretive shell of yours in no time flat!" He said laughing and I had to admit that he was probably right.

He started to push the doors open as he said, "Now let's go rescue your son!"

I stepped into the room and was surprised to see so many team leaders. I hadn't known there were so many teams. I only knew half of the thirty some people in the room, which echoed loudly to the fact of how little I might actually know about the breadth of our private organization.

It was humbling to know that so many obviously important players had come together for the purpose of addressing and fixing my problem. It wasn't exclusively my problem, in some ways it was there's also.

They were all seated around a roundtable, which the symbolism of did not escape me. I remembered Anna's comment that our organization was a collection of superheroes. Better put it was a collection of honor bound male and female knights gathered around a table where none were held in any more prominence than the one sitting next to them gathered together to see that justice was done and that good triumphed over evil.

I was directed through a gap in the table to sit in a chair in the center of the group at the table which now surrounded me. I wasn't much good with making eye contact so to avoid embarrassing stairs I let my eyes drift over the assembled multinational group of agents. I don't think there was an area of the globe not represented in terms of ethnicity.

An older powerfully built man spoke up and my eyes swung to him, "Fourteen years ago my daughter was taken. I got her back!"