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I know some of my other readers are going to be mad that I am starting another story without completing the others but don't worry, I'm not stopping my other stories. This is just an idea I had for one of the Alex Rider challenges. It's only going to be about five chapters and then I'll be back to writing the others.
Thanks in advance for all those who like and review this chapter.
Summary:
He had always suspected that there was something different about his uncle, especially after the incident when he was ten . . . of course, he should have known that Ian would turn out to be a spy. Kids aren't stupid; they just like being oblivious to certain things. Written for Spyfest 2015 prompt.
The Target
Chapter 1
Problem
"Is the target present?" the voice crackled across the line, slightly obscured by the static of interference. It was on purpose. The more static the harder to understand the transitions were.
"Negative, Sr. The target is not on the premises. However . . . we may have run into a slight problem," the man, clothed all in black, responded. He was crouched perfectly still on a building across from the house they were watching. His partner kept a lookout for anyone who might spot them.
There was a slight pause before the man on the other side growled softly, "Report."
"There is a child in the house. Approximately ten years old, blond hair. No one else is home," the man on the roof lifted a set of binoculars to his face, "Is there any chance that the target has children?"
There was silence from the other line for a moment before the man came back, "Keep your position, this might be important."
Ten minutes later the voice crackled back across the signal, angry, "It seems we have been deceived. Jonathan Moore does not exist and never has. He has been playing us as fools the entire time."
The man in black sucked in a surprised break, "Then who is he, Sr.?"
"Ian Rider. That kid? He's the spy's nephew: Alex Rider."
The man in black exchanged glances with his partner, both unsurprised at the venom in the man's voice. Their employer had a history with spies and a good reason to dislike them. Spies were never up to any good, retired or not, and they always meant trouble.
"What do you want us to do?" he answered his employer grimly, already guessing what the man had in mind and not liking it, not one bit. But he was paid to do the job, not ask questions, so he pushed his reservations back out of his mind.
The voice on the other end almost seemed to be smiling, "Bring the kid in. I have some questions for him."
There was no hesitancy this time, "Yes, Sr.," dark eyes focused on the boy that they could see doing homework on the couch, "We'll be there in an hour. Have the money ready."
The line switched off before any more could be said and the two moved in.
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I know it's a bit short, but the next few chapters are going to be longer.
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