DISCLAIMER: yes, sadly I don't own Alex rider.
Hope you like it guys! This is only my second fanfiction next to another Alex rider one called, "Brookland and kidnapping." I might do other fanfictions later that may not be Alex rider, but I have so many AR ideas so I might write a few of these.
Thanks for reading! Rated T just in case of certain content that some people may not find K rating appropriate for.
Enjoy! :|]
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Alex's day didn't start of good to begin with, and now that he had to go to "The bank."
He woke up late, as he usually had a strict schedule for his early morning exercise, and run, and when to wake up. Key word, Early.
And because he was running late, he happened to be at the bank when he was.
The rain was bucketing on Chelsea that particular day, and the clouds matched Alex's mood. Grey and stormy. Like Blunts personality, He mused with a smirk.
Alex strapped twin knives to his calves, a gun to each side of his waist, a longer blade to his back, darts and small blades in his shoes. He debated on other weapons, but decided against it. It was only a trip to the bank.
What could go wrong?
After thinking about it, he decided not to answer. A lot could potentially go wrong. But he slipped on a bullet proof long sleeve blue shirt instead of his previous white polo.
He sighed. When did he become so paranoid.
Because of Blunt. He thought darkly.
He walked out of his flat in Chelsea, the rain immediately pelting him like bullets. (sorry I had to. ;|] )
Alex sighed. He was going to be soaking by the time he got to the HQ of MI6.
He got on his custom bike that his uncle had gotten him, and rode the now memorized path to "the bank."
His blonde hair was plastered to his forehead and clothes sticking to his body by the time he got to the bank.
He carefully avoided the spot where he was previously shot by a SCORPIA sniper. Looking at it with distaste, he stepped around the faded rusty coloured spot and walked into the bank, catching the security guards eye so he would know who he was.
The guard subtly nodded and Alex advanced forward, to the desk where he was met by a blonde, smiling receptionist.
Fake. Alex noticed her smile.
He said quietly, trying not to draw attention to himself. "Rider. Um… Alex rider."
The receptionist, obviously new to the job but not new to the business, nodded quickly, staring at the boy with the serious, dark brown eyes. Her eyes widened.
"Rider…" she trailed off in amazement.
He was about to give his access code when a prickling feeling crawled up his neck, and his bullet wound throbbed.
Something was going to happen. He was sure of it.
He tensed, looking away from the counter just as he recognized a sound that he had never forgotten.
The sound of a bullet being catapulted out of a gun. The Bang! And following terror.
He ducked out of instinct, and came face to face with a man holding a gun to his face.
He stared at it calmly.
There was three, big, burly men as far as Alex could tell. One was pointing a gun at Alex, one had been the one to shoot his gun in the air, and the third was advancing to the receptionist, who was looking terrified, even though Alex could tell she was trained for MI6. she wasn't that scared.
Alex scooted away, trying to look scared.
In reality, he wasn't fazed at all. This had happened many times before. He was used to guns. They would always be a part of his life.
The man with a gun in his face spoke gruffly, "move." and Alex allowed himself to be kicked to the ground with a Thwump!
He glared at the man.
The intruder who had given the warning shot in the air had a silver tooth, so he was to be named toothy. (first thing that came to mind.) he said,
"Alright everyone! This is a holdup! Cellphones in the middle now! Cooperate, and we may not hurt you. OK?"
The terrified building complied.
Alex looked calmly at the men.
They had chosen the wrong bank to rob.