New Life : A Second Chance

Kyle and Little Kyle sat at the chairs on the other side of the train, directly beside the chair Cornelius was on.

It didn't take long for the train to reach its stop and just as Kyle noticed the train slowing down, Kyle took out his phone to call his MIB men.

Pressing a few buttons on the phone, it activated the voice synthesizer and he dialed the Lead Agent waiting outside.

"Two targets, one female and one male. Female is 5'6", dark hair, wearing a blue floral printed dress and white 3" heels. Unconscious, at Seat 32B, 4th carriage. Male is 6'2", dark hair, an orange T-shirt with brown pants, black loafers, slumped over two seats. 14A and B, 4th carriage," Kyle reported, "One male teen undercover agent will walk out with you with a young boy as cover when the male target is picked up."

"Affirmative," the Lead Agent responded.

Kyle put down the phone, not needing to give any more instructions. All they needed to know was who the targets were and they would do what was necessary to avoid raising suspicions from the people around.

Little Kyle listened to the phone conversation and was in awe. The way Big Bro talked, it was decisive and firm. He fired away those concise and precise instructions to the person on the other end as to where they were.

Little Kyle's eyes darted all over, noting the seating arrangements and what his dad was wearing, and realising how accurate Big Bro Kyle's descriptions had been. He berated himself for not even noticing these details, completely neglecting the fact that he was only 7 years old. Heck, even an adult wouldn't be noticing these details unless he, or she, was an agent (be it CIA, FBI and so forth).

Once the train stopped, MIB agents came in quickly. If it wasn't for the fact that they headed straight to Cornelius and Belinda, Little Kyle wouldn't have known that they were there because of Big Brother Kyle. They looked pretty normal and even looked a little bit like Cornelius and Belinda. As if they were relatives.

The one that went to Cornelius had this worried look on his face, and tested Cornelius's forehead for temperature. He seemed to discuss something with the other, and together, they gently raised him up. Each of them took one side of Cornelius, putting his arm across their shoulders. They slowly made their way out, walking sideways.

Kyle and Little Kyle followed behind them, and when the train conductor saw this, Little Kyle waved at him, saying, "Thank you, Sir."

The conductor nodded his head, seeing that everything was in order.

He stretched, watching people go in and out, before he headed out himself. This was his stop as well, and his shift was over. He would be glad to go home and rest, but he had to wait for his replacement to come first. Upon seeing a familiar face jogging up to him, his face broke into a smile of relief.

"Hey, Bob," said the oncoming guy, "Anything interesting?"

"Nah, same-o, same-o," Bob replied, "Have fun then, Saget."

Bob wanted to get home ASAP so he was not in the mood to spend more time talking about things. Whatever happened on the train was insignificant anyway. Bob looked at where the group of men had gone, but couldn't see anyone anymore.

He did notice another couple leaving, with the guy tenderly carrying his wife (or perhaps, girlfriend?) in his arms in a princess carry, but thought nothing of it. He had seen weirder stuff. They must have had one heck-a party for her to be knocked out like that.

Saget nodded, gave a salute playfully and jumped onto the train. Bob straightened his collar and quickened his steps to go home.

"Is it clear?" whispered Little Kyle, his arms holding onto Kyle's neck tightly, not daring to move.

Kyle smiled, as he tilted his head a bit and nodded, "All's clear. We can move about freely in the train now."

Kyle put down Little Kyle and both of them walked on to meet Xing Han.

Little Kyle's heart was full and at peace. Seeing his Dad and Aunt being taken away easily like that, and no one stopping them, made him feel like it was all magic. He looked up to look at Big Brother Kyle, and his heart felt full.

'I want to grow up to be just like Big Brother,' Little Kyle swore in his little heart, 'So I can protect my mother well.'

Kyle noticed the little one looking up at him, but he pretended not to notice. He could tell the sort of almost worshipful gaze he was giving, and Kyle didn't want to encourage that too much. After all, after this, their paths would not pass any longer.

That's not to say that Kyle was going to wash his hands off Little Kyle.

On the contrary, he already had all the plans laid out in his head. It was just that it would be executed by MIB and he wasn't going to show himself anymore. He wanted Little Kyle to grow, and not depend on him. Kyle was also well aware of the fact that if he kept in contact personally, he might not be able to cut himself off.

Little Kyle was growing on him, so he had to nip that in the bud. He had other things to do, and his own kids to take care of. Let MIB handle everything about Little Kyle.

Well, except for Sheng Xian, of course. That one, he will have immense pleasure in keeping track. He was simply going to take away everything Sheng Xian felt was dear to him, one by one, slowly. Of course, Kyle could accomplish this within a day but he wanted to drag it out.

Let him feel the despair of loss, then hope. Then block that hope, then despair again. The cycle will continue until Sheng Xian would have nothing left.

Kyle smiled.

Try to harm Kay, would he?