A/N: Alright, I did want my first fanfic (yup, this is my first) to be a multi chaptered story, but, well, my plans never go according to...plan. Either way, please read and review!
Dislaimer: I do not own Alex Rider. Hm...yup, thats it I think.
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Alex closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
In, out.
In, out.
The young teen tried to concentrate on the simple task, but in just a few seconds he found himself choking, and his eyes snapped open, his breathing coming automatically in short gasps.
This was never going to work.
He bit his lip and shivered, at the same time aware that the weather was nowhere near cold.
Immediately, the young agent continued the train of thought, desperate to lead his thoughts somewhere more relaxing. The weather was better than usual today. The sun was just beginning to set, filling the sky with vibrant tones of red, orange and yellow. Despite the time of day, and the light breeze that accompanied it and brushed against the leaves, it was still relatively warm.
God knows how much I need a day more like this.
Gradually, Alex found his breathing returning to normal, and his eyes closed once more, his body enjoying the first relaxation he was having in so many hours.
Slowly, random thoughts began to drift through his head, thoughts that were at the front of his mind.
MI6.
Alex gasped, then groaned.
"Damn it!" he cursed, adding a few other choice swear words as he made a futile attempt to block the single word from mind.
'Was there ever going to be any escape?' He thought bleakly.
"You alright there Cub?" a dark figure asked from the shadows, breaking his train of thought. Alex had completely forgotten he was there.
"Of course I am!" Alex snapped, a little more harshly than he had intended.
"Geez Cub, I was only asking," the figure paused, unsure how far to push his teammate. "You seemed pretty…upset."
Alex sighed.
"I'm fine Wolf, its nothing." Alex replied quietly. "Set to go?"
Wolf shook his head and sighed inwardly, surveying his teammate with apprehension. The boy was no more than fourteen, well built and with short fair hair that had been ruffled by the wind. His brown eyes appeared even deeper than a fourteen-year-old's should have; a scar MI6 had willingly given him during all the missions they had forced him on
"Yeah, I'm all set. Lets move out." Wolf replied finally, taking his eyes of Alex to survey his surroundings furtively. As expected, there was no one in sight. The dilapidated buildings that lined the streets were not exactly a well-known tourist location. Together, the two agents, one MI6, one SAS, left the house that had been their hideout, and crept silently toward the only tall building on the street, their footsteps making no sound as they hid in the approaching shadows whenever possible.
At last, the building loomed above them, surrounded by tall electric fences and security guards at every post.
As Alex sighed at the grayness of it all, he answered the question he had asked himself only minutes earlier.
'Was there ever going to be any escape?'
No, there wasn't. There was no escape.
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Alright, for anyone who read this during the first hour or 2 it was put up, I've obviously changed it slightly. I'm hoping the ending fits better now, because I have no intention of getting rid of my last line. I love it too much.