Disclaimer: I don't own the Alex Rider series but I wish I owned Alex ;)
Alex's P.O.V.
Ring! Ring! Ring! The school bell went off signifying the end of the day. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the classroom with my best mate Tom.
"Thank goodness the days over. I don't think I could have stood another minute of Mrs. Yule's lecture," complained Tom. His spiky black hair was pointing in every direction from pulling at it the entire class. He should really stop doing that or else he might go bald by the time he's thirty.
We started walking down the hallway in the general direction of our lockers. Uncoincidentally they just so happen to be right next to each other thanks to a moment that I was presented with that I couldn't pass up. I just so happen to be left in the Principal's office alone with the computer already logged on and no way was I going to keep my locker when I don't even pass it during the day.
"Oh, I didn't think it was that bad," I replied. He gave me this really weird look, like he was questioning my sanity. Although, I'm not sure I have any left to question.
The truth is I loved it since I got to stay in class for more than two months at a time. My current record for staying in school, since MI6 recruited me when I was fourteen, is a whole year. After my last assignment, when the new Prime Minister found out that MI6 had a child working for them, I was fired. Well, I wasn't really fired since I never worked for them, but the intent was clear. I was not allowed to work for MI6 again until I was eighteen, if I chose to. He also tried to fire Mr. Blunt, but that didn't go over quite as well so he's still in charge.
"Well, maybe I would think that too if I got to skip school most of eighth and ninth grade." He smirked at me. Tom knows that I'm a spy. He thinks that he'd make a great one and that I'm crazy for not wanting to be one. That's me, the spy who wants to be a normal British school boy. After all being a spy isn't all it's cracked up to be. Everyone you care about is a target for all of the crazy evil organizations out there and you basically almost die every time they trick you into going to some foreign place.
We were at our lockers now. I put in my combination. Right to 19, left to 21, and right to 32. Click! I pulled my locker open and threw the books I didn't need in and grabbed the books I did. I shoved them in my bag and slammed my locker shut.
"Try catching up on months of homework during breaks sometime and tell me how much fun you have." I shoved his shoulder and he stumbled for a second, but regained his composure. We walked out the nearest exit and strolled down the street.
"Months? I can't even keep up on the homework now! And I go to school every day!" I laughed. Tom may be athletic, but when it came to book smarts he was severely lacking in that department.
"I already know that genius! I'm the one you copy your homework from before class. Or have you already forgotten that I'm the reason you passed school the past two years?" Teachers might call this cheating, however we like to call it teamwork.
That's when I noticed him, out of the corner of my eye, Mr. Crawley was tailing me. Why was he following me? How long had he been there? I must have really lost some of my edge from not getting shipped off to the far corners of the world every month. If Mr. Crawley was trying to contact me then something major must be up. I mean really it's against the law for me to work for them.
"Hey Tom I'll catch up with you later okay?" Please just go with me here and don't question it.
"I thought we were going to play soccer with the guys on the field today." I think too highly of Tom sometimes. He always wants and explanation.
"Something, or should I say someone unexpected just turned up." He followed my gaze back towards the average looking man and sighed.
"Oh I see you're about to go run off to play spy again." Trust me, I wish that this would go away more than you want to be captain when we turn varsity.
"It's not like that, but I should go and see why he's stalking me." Better to go on my own free will than end up getting knocked out and held hostage.
I walked to the end of the street and turned right. I paused at the corner to make sure he was still following me. I glanced backwards and there he was casually walking my way. I guess he could sense my stare since his eyes locked on mine. I nodded at him, walked down the street, and turned into the cemetery.
I was standing at my uncle's grave for a few minutes before he finally approached me. It's not that he actually said anything that made me aware of his presence, or that he made any loud noise coming over since he was silent. I could just sense he was there. That's the one thing that has come in handy from spying. I'm always one step ahead of everyone, well almost everyone because right now MI6 was definitely in front of me.
"What do you want this time?" I questioned. I was careful to show no emotions. That was another perk, I'm an excellent liar now.
"I'm not technically allowed to tell you anything except that Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones would like to have a word with you." That's bull shit and you know it.
"I thought that you people would leave me alone now that the Prime Minister made it illegal for me to work for you. It's been over a year. I've finally got my normal life back and I intend to keep it that way for as long as possible." Which translated means I do not want to work for you so back off MI6.
"You're not obligated to do anything Alex, you never have." That was so funny that I forgot to laugh. I have about half the mind to walk away right now and say screw you.
"Ha! Like you haven't used that on me before. You always say I have a choice, but you know I'll go on the mission because it's always the better option. You plan it out that way." Evil, manipulating, cunning, sly, mind bending government. I wonder if every government agency is like this, or is it just mine?
"We would just like to make an offer and if you choose to except, then even the Prime Minister has given us permission for you to go back into the field." I studied his face. I know it's pointless, but I wanted a hint that he's lying. I couldn't find a trace.
Crap. If the Prime Minister really did give Mr. Blunt permission to send me back out, then this must be even bigger than I originally thought. Besides, it could be interesting. I would never admit it to anyone, but sometimes I missed the sensation of any move I make could be my last. My pulse racing and head spinning. It kept me sharp and on my toes. I could do without the almost dieing every time though.
"Well, since it seems that you have no other choice, but a sixteen year old boy to come to your rescue. Tell Mr. Blunt I'll see him in his office first thing after school tomorrow." Jack was going to kill me when she found out.
"I was hoping you could come down right now actually." He looked kind of shocked I even suggested I come tomorrow.
"I have a Criminal Justice test tomorrow and I'm not missing it. If I go with you today and I do agree to go then I'd miss it and my teacher would kill me." I may be going in on my own free will, but I'm going in on my terms.
"I'll be seeing you around Alex." Sadly, I know that he's telling the truth. They'll never leave me alone.
"I hope not. I don't like people stalking me around after school." I smirked. Maybe I'm going mad. Crawley nodded his head and walked away in the direction he came.
I looked down at my uncle's grave stone. "What would you do if you were me?" I already knew the answer. Ian would accept the assignment without a second thought. I guess spying really is the family buisness.
Well that's the first chapter so please review!
