Chapter 1: The girl

I was walking down the street back home, just a normal day, well as normal as I can get I had to get home and do my History coursework. The thought of it thrilled me. It was a cold and dark winters evening and the rain was falling hard. I pulled my coat around me, it was cold, and if I wasn't careful I'd be missing more school for a real illness this time. I hadn't done work for MI6 for a while now. After the snakehead operation I decided to take a break. I needed to pass my GCSE's if I wanted a job that wasn't in the espionage business. Trouble was that was all I ran into, I had the luck of the devil- which sometimes turned around and bit me back. I was just about to turn into the tube station, I wanted to go visit somewhere, anywhere.

Then gunfire erupted. I ran towards the source of the noise, one disadvantage of being spy- bye bye survival instincts. I reached the source and there was a group of hooded men robbing the local Abbey. I really didn't want to deal with this at the moment. But there wee innocent people around therefore lives to be saved and a cover to keep. As soon as I made a move to disarm them in a way which I hadn't quite figured out yet, a girl with dark brown hair got there first. She didn't look any older than me, a year or two maybe? But she fought like a pro. She moved as fast maybe faster than these guys dodging bullets as if it were simply dodge ball. I had to admit, it was a bit Matrix-y . She hit them hard everywhere she did, and she had them all on the ground within minutes. I was impressed. Who was this girl? She had dark brown medium length hair that was thick and curly, and a tan that offset the colour of her hair like a movie star. Her eyes were startling blue, in fact everything about this girl made her look perfect. A cliché I know but still... She smiled and muttered something and then ran off, leaving several of the crowd dumbstruck.

I decided to follow her, and there it was again, I just couldn't keep away from this could I? She pelted off down the street and I ran after her. She turned the corner and almost disappeared. But then I saw her again. We continued like this for a while until I noticed where she had run into. The Tate modern. Well fantastic, somehow I don't think Mrs. Jones would forgive me spoiling a priceless peice of modern art, still could be worse, I could be destroying a real piece of art. So I followed her like a good little spy into the main turbine hall. It was empty at that moment but she still ran and ran. She grappled her way up the stairs with me a flight behind her all the way. We came out on the 5th floor, and she ran into the exhibit. There were some priceless Picasso's in here, damn it.
"So Alex Rider, glad to finally meet you"
She then smiled a smile at me which again just reinforced the perfect look. Who was she? How did she know my name? Sorry silly question I'm no longer a secret within certain circles. Was she Scorpia?
"Who are you?"
She smiled again and said
"oh I'm nobody"
Then she ran at me with a flying kick- whoa this girl was fast. But I was faster. We launched into a full blown fight, but the question was could I beat her-without damaging the art. Turned out yes I could but the art would be a goner. She went for me again and then I hit her and knocked her out; whilst my foot went through a Braque. Accidently of course.

A couple of hours later I was back at the Royal and General bank, déjà vu. After I had knocked ehr out I had phoned MI6 and told them all about it. They wanted to see what she was like and so they took her back there. They had here in an interrogation room. It was quite cool, after all I've experienced I was finally in what looked like a scene from a movie, and I wasn't getting hurt or chased. Which was an added plus point. She was just coming to in the room.
"Hello, my name is Mrs. Jones, who are you?"
She let loose a torrent of French insults at her. Mrs. Jones just sighed and switched to French.
"Je parle à toi, répondez vous."
the girl looked at her and said
"I speak English perfectly well you know."
"finally we're getting somewhere. So who are you"
"My name is Sophie Marceau. I am here on holiday"
"Now we know that's a lie, please don't patronise us. Your name is Morganna Lafiel and we can find scarce record of you at all in France, where you live"
Mrs. Jones spread out all her information on the desk in front of her and she laughed. It was a ringing laughter like bells.
"Fine, I see there's no point in lying. Wow you're a hell of a lot better than France's secret service. They couldn't find out my name if I wore a name badge and handed them a DNA sample. Well you got me. I'm Morganna and I live in the centre of Paris. There happy?"
"no actually. Why did you run away from stopping the bank robbery? And why did you go into the Tate modern?"
"Guess I'm just a fan of modern art"
"Let's try again, how do you know Alex Rider, are you Scorpia? If you lie, we'll know."
She huffed and pulled her dripping hair from her face and said
"We want him"

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think! If you don't review, I won't write a second chapter!