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Everyone runs out of luck sometime. It's part of being human.
John Rider died twice, once on Albert Bridge and the other in a crashed plane headed for France.
Ian Rider was murdered by the best. Yassen Gregorovich had shot him. That's what Alex had told her.
And Alex…. well, it wasn't clear how Alex had gone. It was possible he was still alive. But there was a larger possibility that he was dead. Just thinking that made her choke back tears.
There was the tiniest sliver of hope that he was still alive. They might not allow him to visit anyone. People are distractions and allies are weaknesses. Alex had taught her that. Alex had taught her a lot.
They might not want anyone to know that Alex wasn't six feet under. If that were the case, she'd hunt down whomever it was that gave the command. Or whatever. Alex might have battled an evil outer space creature.
She'd kill them. Or it.
She wanted to kill them now, but she was too preoccupied finding out exactly who they were.
Alex was bound to have a lot of enemies, considering what he did. Or does. Whatever.
All the missions that he had to do, he didn't want to do them. Somehow MI6 got him to do them anyway. Or gets.
One thing was decided. When she found out who exactly had taken him from her, who had killed Alex, there would be hell to pay.
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Strange, I know. I had this thing inside me that was all like, "WRITE THIS DOWN OR YOU WON'T GET TO SLEEP TONIGHT!!!"
So I had to write this strange thing. And then post it. I kinda like sleep. Even though I don't do it a lot.
Review this strange monstrosity.