Mrs Tulip Jones watched the outside world from her 2 storie office window. The sky was dull and gray matching the atmosphere of the "Royal and General bank" know to few as Mi6 Headquaters.
Her dark eyes scanned the outside world watching familier faces and unfamilier faces leave, enter and pass the R&G. She looked down scanning the steps just below her window and the face very familier caught her attention.
A face she had seen only moments ago,
Alex Rider.
As she watched him descend the steps a feeling of rare guilt and pity bubbled in the pit of her stomach. This is not the life she would of chosen for her children.
Here feelings and thoughts were disrupted only mere seconds later as the sounds of cries echoed from the ground floor.
She looked down only to be faced with a boy lyings limply on the pavement gazing up, staring at the sky. What scared her most was the growing stain of red forming on his chest.
Before she new it she was running. Heals clicking on the floor as the ran towards the elevator, pressed the button and entered pressing the ground floor button.
As she waited, she contacted Blunt. Clicking the buttons on her phone shakily, paniked that it would be too late. "Yes" an emotionless voice answered on the other end of the phone.
"Alan" she gasped "its Alex. Hes been shot".
There was no verbal answer, just the sound of feet rushing somewere and she was sure it was toward a window.
"Get to him" was the answer before he hung up.
Tulip Jones exited the Royal and General Bank and rushed down the steps towards the crowd of people. "Dont crowd him" she shouted. It ws the least she could do for him. Conscious or not.
She knelt by his side looking down at his white, colourless face. She wondered if it was all over but much to her satisfaction the rise and fall of his chest proved her wrong.
It didnt rule out the possibility though. Without medical attention Alex Rider may be joining his father, Mother and Uncle.
She spared a thought.
Maybe he'd want that.
She was pulled from her thoughts by the feeling of a hand on her shoulder and the familier voice of Blunt.
"An ambulance is on its way. Im sending him to St Domonics".
Even threw his mask Mrs Jones could hear the sound of guilt.