Axel walked to school, lost in thought. He was still thinking about the mission the system had given him, and his mom's upcoming trip. As he turned the corner, he noticed a black SUV parked on the side of the road. Two men in suits stepped out of the vehicle and approached him.
"Axel Swift?" one of them asked, flashing a badge. "CIA. We need to speak with you."
Axel's instincts told him to be cautious, but something about the agents' demeanor put him at ease. "What is this about?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"We'd like to discuss it with you in a more...private setting," one of the agents replied, gesturing towards the SUV.
Axel hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. But something about the situation felt off, and he decided to see where this would lead. "Okay," he said finally, nodding his head.
The agents led him to the SUV, and Axel got in. As the doors closed behind him, he felt a sense of uncertainty. What did the CIA want with him?
"Where are we going?" Axel asked, looking at the agents.
"You'll find out soon enough," one of them replied, his expression serious.
Axel leaned back in his seat, his mind racing with possibilities. What did the CIA want with him? And what did it have to do with his father's past? The questions swirled in his head as the SUV drove away from the curb, taking him to an unknown destination.
Axel walked into the office, his eyes fixed on Director Morse. She smiled and extended her hand, but Axel didn't take it.
"What do you want from me?" Axel asked, his voice neutral.
Director Morse's smile faltered for a moment, but she recovered quickly. "We want to talk to you about your father's research," she said. "We believe it has the potential to be very valuable to our organization."
Axel raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'd be interested in working with you?"
Director Morse leaned back in her chair. "We've been watching you, Axel. We know you have a lot of potential. And we're willing to offer you a chance to be part of something big."
Axel snorted. "You mean something that'll benefit your organization, right?"
Director Morse's expression turned serious. "Axel, we're not just talking about our organization. We're talking about national security. Your father's research could have far-reaching implications."
Axel crossed his arms, his skepticism clear. "I'm not buying it. What makes you think I'm just going to trust you and join your little organization?"
Director Morse leaned forward, her eyes locked on Axel's. "Because, Axel, we have something you want. We have information about your father's research. And we're willing to share it with you...if you're willing to work with us."
Axel's expression didn't change, but he felt a spark of curiosity. What did the CIA really know about his father's research? And what did they want from him?
"I'm listening," Axel said finally, his voice cautious.
Director Morse smiled, seeming to sense that she had Axel's attention. "Good. Let's talk."
Axel's eyes narrowed as Director Morse leaned forward, her expression serious.
"Axel, we need to tell you something about your father," she said, her voice measured. "Something that might come as a shock to you."
Axel's instincts told him to be cautious, to wait and see what Director Morse had to say. "What is it?" he asked, his voice neutral.
Director Morse took a deep breath before speaking. "Your father, James Swift, worked for the CIA."
Axel's expression didn't change, but he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"What?" Axel asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's not possible."
Director Morse nodded. "I'm afraid it's true, Axel. Your father was a CIA operative. He worked on some of our most sensitive projects, including the one that led to his death."
Axel felt like his whole world had been turned upside down. He had always thought his father was just a police officer, but now he was finding out that he was something much more.
"Why didn't I know?" Axel asked, his voice shaking with emotion. "Why didn't he tell me?"
Director Morse's expression was sympathetic. "Your father's work was classified, Axel. He couldn't tell anyone about it, not even his family. But we believe it's time you knew the truth."
Axel felt like he was reeling, like he was trying to process a million different emotions at once. He didn't know what to believe, or who to trust. All he knew was that his whole life had just been turned upside down.