“Shush!” said Linda, looking scandalised. “That’s right, just tell the world how old I am, why don’t you. Honestly, Matthew, can’t you control your brother? He’s got no sense of tact.” Matthew looked at Davide once, before his face cracked into a smile.

          “He’s never had any. Hadn’t you noticed that?” Rich was startled by how similar his voice was to his brother’s, even though they were identical twins. It was, of course, to be expected.

          Rich kept his head down as he ate the bread, but all too soon it was finished and he had no excuse not to look at the people talking to him. How long would it be until the food arrived? He didn’t want to be sitting here forever without anything to distract him or to keep him from appearing rude.

          “We belong to a secret organisation,” said Jonathan, motioning for silence. Whatever he had said about equality and no discrimination between members, he definitely was in charge there, and Linda was almost certainly the most junior, but that was only to be expected since she was much younger and had joined more recently. “We are called The Seekers.”

          “Are you serious?” Rich burst out, trying not to laugh. He bit his lip immediately, knowing that that was quite possibly the worst thing he could have said. “I mean, I don’t want to sound rude or something, but that’s a pathetic name. Probably the worst I’ve heard in a long time.”

          Jonathan frowned, looking confused. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said to Rich. “You say it is a terrible name, but why? There’s nothing wrong with it, is there?” He turned to the other members of the group for support, but Linda couldn’t help a small smile playing over her face.

“I did always say we should change it,” she reminded him. “I never liked it in the first place.”

“There’s nothing really wrong with it, you’re right,” said Davide, struggling for the words to express what he wanted to say. “But it’s not a great name.”

“It sounds like something out of a kid’s book,” said Rich. “That’s why I don’t like it. You know, like Harry Potter or something. It’s just not ... secret enough! It doesn’t do you justice. I don’t know what sort of organisation you are, but you’re obviously pretty successful if you can afford a car like that and a restaurant like this, yet you choose to have a name that makes you sound like the amateurs you’re not.”

“You’re right about one thing,” said Jonathan. “We’re not amateurs.” He still didn’t seem quite mollified, and Rich had insulted the one part of the group that had been his idea, and his alone. “We’ve been working for six years now and in that time we’ve relieved several huge criminal organisations of many of their members, as well as quite a bit of their cash. In addition we’ve saved the lives of several politicians and members of the royal family, protected innocent people from mob attacks and paranormal interference, and all without being detected, named or photographed.”

The End

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