In the Dark of the Night
The summer holidays had finally begun and to Tom Harris the school year had seemed to last an age. Tom had just finished his GCSEs and was looking forward to a bright, sunny holiday with his mates. What he was not looking forward to was his A-levels. That and Alex leaving for SAS training camp in the morning. Tom had begged Alex not to go but Alex had given Tom a smile and told Tom he needed back up training. He hadn't been to training for over a year. Tom had to accept this no matter how much he may dislike it.
Tom had managed to convince Alex, albeit with a lot of protests from his spy friend, to come with a group of them from school: Gillian Russell the black athletics girl and Daniel Aaronson his hair blonder than usual thanks to the heat wave. Gillian and Daniel were flirting as usual and Tom couldn't help but wonder when his friends would finally start going out. Gillian had pushed aside her friends; Hattie Dawson and Dawn Craig in favour of Aaron. Tom was racing with James Hale on the computerized car racer. Tom was winning by a long stretch. Alex, however, sat sipping the cola he had bought from MacDonald's looking bored, out of place and wary.
Alex had known for a long time that he didn't fir in. and outings with Tom and Tom's friends, who used to be Alex's friends before Alex's life of lies pushed them away, just furthered this belief. He had long ago realised this was because he was no longer a child. And this was not because his boss, Mrs. Jones, had given him legal adulthood. No it was because he'd seen things that had made him old in years. At the end of the day he was more spy than school boy. And Alex hadn't regretted it for about a year when he went for a job in MI6 of his own will.
A few hours later Hattie's mum had picked up Hattie, Gill and Dawn who were staying overnight at Hattie's. James had been picked up by his mum and Aaron by his father. Tom and Alex were having a sleep over before Alex left the next day, had decided to walk back as it was only a few streets from where they were just now. They were just rounding the bend when it happened.
A gang of fifteen men in black with silver scorpions on them had appeared each wielding a gun. Alex pushed Tom behind a silver dustbin in hopes of keeping him safe. Alex pulled out his own two guns and begun firing shots while lashing out with karate kicks. One shot … two shots … three shots …. Within minutes Alex had killed fifteen assassins.
'Alex what did you just do?' whispered Tom staring at his friend in shock.
'Defended myself,' shrugged Alex.
'You don't even see what you do as wrong do you?' asked Tom.
'It's perfectly leg-Ah,'
Alex clamped his hand to a spot on his neck where he had a dart sticking out. He groaned and he collapsed just after Tom. Tom was left on the floor to be found by the police the next morning who thought he was drunk. But when they realised what was going on every intelligence service in the world was on the look out for the sixteen year old spy. But he was not to be found for sometime.