SPY VERSUS SPY

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I realized that the first version of this made no sense what so ever. The plot was too complicated for me to write, and even if it could be done, it still wouldn't make sense. Thanks for everyone who read and enjoyed the first attempt, i promise that this one will be way more interesting.

Summary: What would happen if you had a British MI6 agent and an American CIA agent and sent them on a mission against each other?

CHPT 1: Directors of the East and West

Two men, both alike in dignity, were casually talking to each other over a cup of tea. Actually, one man was drinking tea, the other was drinking coffee.

"So, Alan," The round man said. "-Have you decided whether or not you will join the CIA with this investigation?"

The thinner man, Alan, set down his tea. "I am not sure Greg. Working with the you may mean gaining unwanted media attention, which any intellegence agency cannot have."

The round man, Greg, choked on his coffee when hearing this. "Wha-at?" He cleared his throat and took another sip. Then he cleared his throat again. "Are you saying that the CIA is a magnet to the media?" He sputtered.

Alan shook his head calmly. "No, I wasn't imply-"

"So you are saying that all Americans are a bunch of curious dummies who have nothing better to do but stick their noses into things where they have no buisness," Turning purple in the face, he took a deep breath then continued. "-so they must investigate secret investigations then spread them around the world like the idiots they are?"

"Why yes, it is like you have read my mind." Alan responded sarcastically.

"Well then we think alike!" Greg added lightly.

The two men burst out in loud, booming laughter.

"Only joking Alan, only joking..." Greg laughed, and patted his stomach.

"As was I..." Alan said, and failed to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Greg stopped patting his stomach and glared at Alan. He did not say a word.

"Only joking..." Alan added hastily.

"What! Do you think that Great Britian is better than the United States of America?" Greg hissed.

"Well natually..." Alan replied smoothly.

"Ha! You wish!" Greg hugged his protruding belly. "I bet my agents could handle this investigation better on their own. Now i will bid you good day!" He stood up.

"You would only hope that!" Alan said, furrowing his eyebrows and standing up as well.

"Oh really?" Greg said, raising a thick eyebrow. "I bet a single agent of the CIA could do this better than all of your forces!"

"Excuse me? I bet my youngest agent could complete this assignment faster than all of your slow agents combine!"

Greg's face matched the shade of a rippened plum. "GAH! Fine! You are on!"

Alan smirked. "Alright. My youngest agent, versus your youngest agent. Or if you aren't sure of yourself, then you can go all out against my youngest agent."

"My youngest against your youngest!" Greg answered manically, and fire burning in his eyes. "The winner has the better agency."

They shook hands.

"Good day to you, Mr. Blunt!" Greg said smiling, and left the office.

Both men were thinking the same thing- Even if they did lose the mission, the fact that their youngest most sucsessful agent was quite young, and would seem impressive all on its own.

Gregory Tenet had a candidate in mind.

Alan Blunt had a candidate in mind. Alex Rider...

A/n: This was fun to write! Remember, this is only a story, and i dont mean to offend anyone. Review please!