A New Beginning
Prolouge
Authors note
This is not a very long story, so there will only be two more chapter after this one. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not in anyway or form own Alex rider or any of its characters.
Man Killed in Shop Hold-up
On the Wednesday 12th January a man was killed in shop hold up. He died protecting a young pregnant women. He took two bullets to the chest and by the time cop officials were able to come to the scene, he had sadly passed away. He was 22 years old but we were unable to get his name . A once secluded man whose neighbours now little about. We were unable to get a picture of the young man. The thief and murderer was captured not 10 minutes away from the shop, gun and money still in hand. The pregnant women, by the name of Amelia Robinson, said when asked about the incident " I didn't even know him and he died for me. I will always be truly thankful to the man. I don't who he was but he died with a smile on his face. He even thanked me. It almost seemed as though he was happy to die. He looked at peace, something I could tell by his eyes he hadn't had much of in his life.
One week later
" We lay here a good man, a patriotic man, who would give all to those of his country." Says a vicar, as he watches the coffin of a young man be lowered into the cold ground of the cemetery. He looks up at the small, weird group of people who had gathered in the church yard to pay their respects to the young man who had died saving a woman's life a week or so back. Standing there are a group of four large bulky men, all with blank faces all still looking sombrely at the ground where their obvious much younger friend had been lowered. Then he glances at an old creepy man, in a grey suit, and cold emotionless face. Who has two people standing to his sides slightly behind him. One a man with a face that looks slightly pain but boring. A man with a face that you would never remember. To the other side of him is a woman in an ill fitting black suit, and dark hair cut into a uneven bob, almost like someone had just taken scissors to it and hacked away all the hair. Then scattered around were a small group of cold emotionless faced people, no one recognisable or familiar.
Two hours after the funeral
Royal and genial bank
" What do we do now?" says Mr John Crawly the man with the plain face. To his boss
" The only thing we can, we carry on. He was a good agent but expendable. He was not important, he never was" says Mr Alan Blunt head of MI6
" Its a shame though don't you think, how out of all the people that could've killed him, or ways he could have died. He was killed by a simple thief in a shop hold up" says Mrs Jones the lady with the horrible bob haircut.
" Hmmm" replies Alan Blunt, already caught up in his next case.
Same time at a small pub close to the cemetery.
" Cubs dead can you believe it" Says Fox
" Stupid idiot of all the ways to die" says snake
" He was always way to good for this life, I'm sorry I was ever mean to him" says eagle
All of the men look slightly guilty as they think of how they first met the young man.
"HM whatever, the boy shouldn't of done any of this spy business in the first place. He was too bloody young. Messed him up, gave him ideas. Like jumping in front of bloody bullets thinking he was superman. Idiot, proper double O nothing" says wolf. Downing the rest of his beer giving the men a curt nod and storming off. Leaving his friends jaws hanging in shock. As he gets out side he takes a deep breath and thinks off his old friend, before going home and getting ready for his next job.