STEP 2. Security? That's what I see!
And there he was.
With pride wounded and sore knees to squat hidden behind the wall. Spying the mansion of the great Arthur Kirkland.
It had been a week since I became, and in the most literal, the scorn of the world. all courtesy of that ungrateful cejón that ruthlessly trampled his kind offer.
But nobody, absolutely nobody made fun of Ely got his way. Even less so if insisted that nation to treat him as a boy, calling him "fat emancipated" every now and whose main evening entertainment was drinking tea while reading one of your bored books. Not to mention his hallucinations.
forget No hallucinations.
would face. Of course it would face! But first, I needed to get around to all your safety equipment. Without doing that, I could not even dream of entering that place. Enter as he had done so many times before, without even touching the bell, and expect to be received by the bondage of English. Ask the butler (who was named Sebastian, because all the officers of the world were called that) its burger and drink, which we were served in ridiculously elegant dinner and conversation with his host of subjects at random until nightfall.
Now, wearing his best suit bought by eBay secret agent, taunted the police from the main entrance, he tricked the cameras that were distributed their way to the reception even clashed with thousands of watchdogs who apparently had just acquired England (nobody would know the difference between thousands and only were ten), and was at the end of the journey that asked when English had become paranoid enough to hire a team like that.
When he reached his goal, breathing hard, he found himself face to face with Sebastian. The butler looked at him with surprise initially, relaxing his gesture a few seconds later, as he turned and walked away from him to an unknown destination. Obviously the poor had fled intimidated by their presence.
"Mr. Kirkland, Mr. Jones has been visiting, the body is paralyzed to discover that Sebastian had gone only to announce his arrival.
- Have you asked a stupid hamburger? Know what to do ... "Arthur sounded angry and monotonous. Sebastian striding out, towards the kitchen, with the sole purpose of fulfilling the orders of his master. Does no one was taking seriously its feat, just taking him for a guest had arrived with the sole purpose of drinking tea?
- What the hell happened to you, damn you brat? - Scratches on his face, bruises on the body and its recent acquisition completely torn and unusable. It was obvious he could not get out of a mission of that size completely unharmed.
"Your security system ... through him ...
A look of momentary confusion was followed by uproarious laughter English that flooded the place just an instant after your comment.
- Are you stupid? Do you cost so much to say your name, as you always do? - Arthur bowed and held his face dangerously close to American. "It's not as if he had declared war. Let's hero, goes to take a shower, I will bring you some clean clothes ...
pale and lifeless face of what just happened, had no other choice but to obey.
It was not fair, he thought while the warm water ran down her body, Alfred F. Jones could not be falling into that kind of humiliation!
Would it be necessary to continue to receive such treatment?
- Of course, "he muttered, making his classic heroic pose even in the midst of the shower and completely naked. A hero never surrender!
Perhaps he had taken a step forward, but at least I knew that still had free access to the home of England and, after eating part of his clothes, perhaps the watchdogs began to give her some affection.
ENDNOTES.
happy -Wheel-I'm glad you liked my experiment will be weird! By the time the fic will remain fairly light because, well ... a lot of stupid things like Alfred will just read that before thinking about something more physical ... Arthur ... and stop thinking about his dreams of heroes movies.
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