Summary: This is set after Eagle strike but before scorpia -- I haven't read scorpia yet - I know, I'm an awful fan...a POOR fan...but, so this won't have any of those spoilers, but it probably will have spoilers from skeleton key and eagle strike. Not huge ones, I guess? But yeah. Blunt was right, America decided to train their own lil miniture soldiers, and relunctantly Alex is kinda forced to join forces with this American city girl in order to take down a dangerous mobster who plans to...dun dun dunnnn...take over the world! So now, its up to Alex and this American, and perhaps a few friends, to save the world...once again...well for Alex that is. Jack's in it too -- she gets to finally return home? And her reaction toward this american spy isn't all that surprising...
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Alex gritted his teeth in dismay as the local doctor slowly lowered the heated knife down onto his soft, fragile skin. He had to grit his teeth even tighter as he felt the skin slowly melt, slowly fuse back together. Brin Adams, his new American friend, sat patiently right outside the room. He couldn't ignore the anger that was rising somewhere deep inside of him. All of this, this whole ordeal was her fault. She's the one that suggested they take that particular route, even when she knew they'd be snipers. She had deliberately ignored the CIA, she'd ignored the rules. She should be the one sitting here, trying to hold in the pain as they burnt her skin back together to prevent her from bleeding to death.
"Alex?" the robotic male tone asked emotionlessly.
Alex jerked his head up. "Huh?" he automatically mumbled. He hadn't noticed that they were done, he hadn't noticed the pain slowly fade down to a minimum.
"I was saying," the robotic tone continued. "This wound will probably scar, but other than that, it looks like you're good to go."
Alex slowly got to his feet, fighting off the urge to wince. That doctor had said he was all good to go, if that was so, then why did it hurt. "It's common to feel a little after pain," the doctor stated plainly, answering the boy's unasked question. "We can offer you crutches if you wish. Patients have claimed that the crutches help ease the pain until there is no more pain."
Alex began to shake his head no in reply, but then a thought emerged through the darkness. If he had crutches the organization would have to put him on the injured list. He'd be unable to go on another mission; he'd be of no use to them and they'd have no choice but to send him home. "Uh, yeah, thanks, I'd like a pair of crutches," he answered instead. The doctor nodded briefly and left to find some crutches in Alex's size.
"You're rather clever," a female voice erupted out of the new found silence. An American voice. "The business spoke as though you were just some mindless brit. As though you were just some child. It must be that new head man, I don't like him. But now, they'll have to find someone else. Or send me in alone."
The voice seemed almost sorry. Alex looked up at Brin. He had liked her, and Jack had liked her, but this whole spy business just wasn't his deal. The whole spy business is what he hated; not the people. "I'm sorry, Brin...but I have to...for the pain..."
Brin shook her head regretfully. "No, you're not sorry. You don't need them, and you know it. I heard you've had far more worst bumps and bruises than this. This is --"
"I've never been shot," Alex interrupted, his voice colder than the ice out side. Brin froze in her spot, ignoring the cold look Alex was giving her.
"You're not sorry, Alex," Brin stated stubbornly. "Humans are never sorry. Sorry is just a common accident. Nothing's an accident, Alex. If you were sorry, you would never have asked for the crutches in the first place. You want out, I get that. But this operation's riding on your ass, man, and now your ass is missing. Pull a chair out from under a person and what happens? They collapse..."
"There's other people out there who can do this," Alex snapped. "Better people. Better people who can do this better."
Brin couldn't disguise her disgust. "You're a coward. You know you're in this business, you know it's a dangerous business, and that terrifies you. Hey, man, it scares me at times too. But you're running away. Alright, run away. Leave me hanging. I'm happy, I would rather die hanging than be grouped with a coward. A coward like you." Brin slowly turned away and strode off, leaving Alex gawking after her.
The doctor soon reappeared behind him, gripping two crutches. He handed them to Alex. Alex hesitated, replaying what Brin had said in his mind, over and over again. 'Pull a chair out from under a person and what happens? They collapse.' Alex slowly accepted the crutches and limped over, relying on the crutches more than he would have liked.
That's some sort of teaser? I know -- it's way confusing but I just wanted to get the story out there. I've introduced one original character -- Brin. The partner. This is after Alex has been shot by a sniper because Brin ignored the CIA and took a road that she knew had snipers. Bad first action impression for Brin. But alex doesn't hate her. He's just pissed. Don't sweat it, I'll compose more chapters. The chapters'll make more sense. And introduce more characters. Friends of Brin. Enemies of the two. and so on. Enjoy -- review.
