I decided to write about Alex after the way he died in the last book. I remember sitting in my English class, reading it under my desk when everyone was reading Animal Farm. I was so shocked and angry that I actually shouted out loud, "No way: he can't just DIE!"
So, this is what I hope Anthony Horowitz decides to write... hehe, except much better, as I'm looking forward to a good book by him!
Here goes...
...No pain, just a sense of tiredness and resignation.
Alex Rider smiled and closed his eyes.
4 weeks later
£50,000. That's what Alex had been worth, Sabina thought to herself, as she raced up the stairs, making her way to the Special Operations division of MI6. When she had received the phone call, her heart had felt like it had dropped to the floor. Alex was dead. The words resounded in her mind. Her Alex, shot dead outside the one exact place she had disbelieved his words, when he had tried to explain. Well, now was her turn to redeem herself.
"We appreciate you coming here today," said Alan Blunt.
"Save it," replied Sabina.
"We understand how you're feeling. I-"
"Just tell me what I need to do."
Sabina felt weary. She hadn't slept for nights; her mind continued to torment her. The same self-made images, compensating the fact that she hasn't been there for him. The guilt had ripped her apart; no longer was she the Sabina of last year.
"Ok, as you know, since Alex was-"he hesitated, "assassinated, we've been short of a younger secret agent. We've been analysing you from afar; you've shown us very promising signs. And so, we would like to ask for your help in our next mission."
