A new Alex Rider story, because my other's were deleted.
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"Thank you so much, Alex," Mrs. Wallace, a blonde woman that Jack had befriended smiled at him kindly. "I left out some sandwiches for you and Sean. They're on the counter, next to the sink. My mobile and the doctor's numbers are on the fridge. Here's Sean's inhaler, his asthma is pretty well under control but just in case."
Alex took the small inhaler and slipped it into his pocket. "Does Sean have a bed time?"
"Nine o'clock." Mrs. Wallace nodded. "Thank you again Alex. I wouldn't ask you to do this but I've got to get Neil back from his debriefing. Him and a few other men got flown into Germany a few months ago. It was all very hush-hush. We're going out to eat so we should be back around ten or so. You're welcome to any food in the house."
"Alright, thanks." Alex smiled at the friendly woman, trying to let her know that she could leave and everything would be fine. Mrs. Wallace seemed to take the hint and gave her son a quick kiss on the forehead, chastised him to behave and was gone.
"Okay, Sean, what do you want to do?" Alex asked looking at the small blonde boy that stood behind him. "Want those sandwiches your mum left?" Sean nodded shyly and darted into the kitchen. He had climbed onto a chair and had a sandwich in his hands before Alex had rounded the corner.
"So how old are you, Sean?" Alex asked, trying to create conversation with his ward for the night. He held up six fingers. "Really?" He forced a smile and parroted something that he had heard several times as he grew up. "You look so much older."
Sean smiled at him and continued eating. "How old are you?" He asked quietly.
"Fourteen. But I'll be fifteen in about a month." Sean nodded, and returned his eyes to his plate. "So do you have any games that you like to play? Like… Monopoly or checkers?"
"I like chess. My dad taught me how to play it. But I'm not very good." Sean said meekly.
"I know how to play chess. We can do that if you'd like to." Alex offered. Sean nodded his agreement and Alex felt relief wash over him at having something to do. "Alright, are you done?" Sean nodded again and Alex cleared away his plate. "Why don't you go and get it ready? I'll put this in the dishwasher and be in there in a minute."
Sean jumped down from his chair and scampered out of the room. Alex rinsed the plates clean of their crumbs and was loading them into the dishwasher when a crash caused him to jump and abandon the chore.
"Sean? Are you okay?" Alex called, closing the dishwasher and heading out of the kitchen. There was no answer from the boy and Alex quickened his pace, heading for the living room. Alex entered the room and was promptly seized from behind and hurled to the ground.
Alex rolled sideways and his attacker's foot missed his head by a second. Alex launched himself up from the floor at the man and his fist connected with his nose. He heard a satisfying crunch before his arm was gripped and he was tossed to the side into the coffee table.
Alex's head connected with the wooden leg and stars burst in front of his eyes. He rolled onto his hands and knees feeling nauseous. A foot came down hard on his back, forcing him back to the floor. Gloved hands wrenched his wrists behind him and bound them there with cold metal handcuffs.
"I think he broke my nose. Let's go." Alex's captor's voice was thick with blood that dripped from his nose at a steady pace. He shoved Alex and nearly sent him back to the floor before the teen was pushed toward the broken glass door and out onto the patio.
Once out of the confines of the house Alex stopped walking and picked his feet up from the ground. The man's grip on him slipped and he stumbled Alex kicked at him and caught him in the kneecap. The man howled in pain and Alex whirled on the man carrying Sean.
He found himself staring at the man pointing a gun… not in his direction but at Sean's temple.
"If you move Sean will die. Right here, right now. We get paid either way." Boss leered at Alex, who remained still. "At least you are not stupid. Now, turn and go with my Helper. Anymore outbursts will result in young Mr. Wallace's death."
Alex turned, glaring at Boss for as long a time as possible. Helper latched onto his arm and limped behind him, steering him out onto the street behind the Wallace's home.
A silver moving van was waiting for them at the end of the street. As they approached the back doors swung open and a third man, larger than the first two stepped out. Helper shoved Alex into the man who quickly bundled him into the back of the van. Sean was tossed in after him. The large man Alex nicknamed Muscles jumped into the back with them and slammed the doors.
He sat up near the seats, staring at Alex as Sean crawled over to the teen and burrowed into his side. Two more doors slammed and the engine came to life with a roar. Alex heard Sean sob quietly into his side as the van pulled away.
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