A New Mission

Alex Rider sighed as he walked into the large office in the headquarters of MI6.

"What do you want me to do this time?" he moaned while he sat down in the chair on the other said of Alan Blunt's desk. The man smiled at him and noticed that his bruises had cleared up from his last mission. Mr. Blunt also noticed that the agents that were ordered to get Alex took him away from football practice, when he saw that he was wearing cleats and black, knee-length socks over his shin guards.

"Don't worry Alex, this is a small mission and your life won't be in any danger," Mr. Blunt reassured him.

Alex snorted, "Yea right, my life's always in danger."

The man chuckled then twiddled his thumbs nervously knowing that he was right. The boy finally sighed then said, "Fine… what do you need me to do?"

"There's another spy we want you to watch for a couple of weeks. Her name is Jordan Nommack, she's your age and lives in Chelsea just like you," he showed him a photograph of a athletic looking, blond haired girl getting out of the driver's side of a yellow Hummer.

"If she's fourteen, how come she gets to drive?" he asked, trying to hide the jealously in his voice.

"She has a fake driver's license."

"Why can't I have one?"

"You're getting off subject, Alex,"

"Sorry," Alex said without a hint of guilt in him, then he asked another question that lingered on his mind, "why do I have to watch her?"

"We want to know who she is working for, so far we have no leads."

"That's strange," he said quietly as he studied the picture. She was very nice looking with a strong bone structure in her face and large light brown eyes. Alex tried to get his eyes off of her but he couldn't.

"Yes very, so far she's taken down Michael Dempewolf, the gangster that's been causing trouble for quit some time now."

"Oh yea I read about that… but didn't they say the CIA took him down."

"Only because they had no one else to pin it on so they assumed it was them."

"I'm guessing that if I find out that she works for no one, you're going to ask her to join MI6."

"I'll try to persuade her," Mr. Blunt grinned.

"Well it sounds easy, so… where will I find her?" Alex stood up hoping that their meeting would end soon so he could get back to soccer practice.

"Well apparently she's as obsessed with football as you are so you will be going to the Chelsea home game next week. Apparently she never misses a game." Mr. Blunt rolled his eyes as Alex grinned with pleasure. "Here's your ticket, it's a box seat and you get an all access pass to pretty much everything," he slid the ecstatic boy his ticket and he grabbed and eyed it slowly.

"Sweet… so I'll be going alone?" he asked and carefully put the ticket in his pocket.

"Yes, apparently there's no one else from MI6 who'd care to go to a football match with a fourteen-year-old boy."

"Well I'll manage I guess," Alex joked and then Mr. Smithers walked in presenting three small gadgets to him.

"Hey Alex!" he greeted the boy happily.

"Hello Mr. Smithers."

"Here is your first gadget," he said suddenly holding a silver camera in Alex's face.

"Didn't someone make this already?" Alex teased him knowing that it would be something completely different.

"It's a regular working camera…" Smithers ignored him and kept on talking, "but if you click the silver button three times in a row it will shoot out a thin dart that will knock out the person you aim for with your camera."

"Won't people notice if something shoots out from my camera?"

"It goes so fast that no one will be able to see it," Alex nodded and Smithers continued to show him the box of chocolate covered raisins that were actually smoke pellets used for distractions and escapes and then his favorite gadget. Black sunglasses that you could see what was going on behind you and you could zoom up to anything that you looked at. Also, they you could with them in the dark if you pressed down on a small silver button.

"All you have to do is press this small circle three times and you can up to fifty yards away," Alex nodded and took the gadgets in his hands then turned to Mr. Blunt.

"Can I go now?" Mr. Blunt looked at his watched then nodded.

"Go ahead," Alex grinned then left the office with the picture still in his hands.

"Do you think it will be easy for him?" Smithers faced Blunt and he thought for a moment.

"Since there's a girl involved… not a chance," Smithers chuckled and Blunt grinned.

And Mr. Blunt was right.

The roar of the crowd hurt Alex's ears but he was too excited to even care. When he was exiting the Rolls Royce and he barely heard Mr. Blunt wish him 'good luck'. Alex turned around and nodded then faced the stadium again. While he walked across the street to the sidewalk a shiny red car caught his eye as it raced into the parking lot in a blur. Everyone stopped and starred as the car parked in an open space close to the front of the stadium.

Alex turned around and watched while he was in line waiting for the person to take his ticket and give him his pass. Then he gasped silently once he saw who got out of the red Ferrari in a hurry.

It was Jordan Nommack and she looked furious at something. While she quickly walked towards the front doors in light wash jeans and a yellow polo and she was speaking furiously into her iPhone.

"Cool your jets I'll be there in a minute! It's not like the game can start without me!" she said quietly but fiercely then pressed 'end' and then entered the stadium showing the ticket collector her pass.

Alex quickly tried to dissect her words once she spoke them.

What does she mean 'It's not like the game can start without me?' he wondered then quickly grabbed his pass from the ticket collector then bolted into the stadium into a crowd of people.

"You're late, Jordan!!" a young man told her in sing-song while she walked into locker room trying to block out the view of other men changing into their uniforms.

"Shut it Jazz or I'll make you!" she told him then walked into her personal changing room and he followed.

"You're so lucky that we covered for you!" he went on and Jordan rolled her eyes then took of her polo revealing her lime green sports bra. Jason, or Jazz as she called him, was the only person she'd ever do that in front of. She trusted him that much, actually she would trust him with her life since he was the closest thing to family she had.

"Help put on my wrap," she told him throwing him a beige colored wrap that matched her skin tone. He rolled his eyes then wrapped it around her torso squishing her breasts making it seem as though she didn't have any. A trick she got from She's the Man.

"Thanks," she said then threw on her Chelsea soccer goalkeeper jersey then started put on the rest of her outfit.

"So where's coach?" she asked him, he shrugged.

"I don't know, he said that he'd be here towards the very beginning of the game."

"What's he doing?"

"No clue, but when I was talking to him there were men talking in the background about money and stuff," he said simply making Jordan roll her eyes. For being twenty it amazed her how little adjectives he used.

In her mind she was annoyed that her football coach was late but in a way she was also glad because she was running out of excuses to make as to why she wasn't in the changing room with the rest of the guys and all of the excuses she had used before led him to believe that 'he' was girlish and prissy. This was because he didn't know that Antonio Barnett was actually Jordan Nommack.

After five minutes she tucked all of her light blond hair in a hair net then put on her tight her short dirty blonde haired wig and nodded to Jason.

"Let's go."