Jacks Endeavour

Jack awoke to a loud screeching noise. She recognised it at once as car breaks. She slipped out of bed and walked to her window, looking onto the street below.

There wasn't just one car, there were four. The doors flung open at the back and men in dark outfits jumped out. She saw what was in their hands.

"Oh great! Guns." She sighed as if it couldn't have come at a worse time. And it couldn't of. Alex was in Majorca on a mission with the MI6. The men were now passing through the gate; they would be at the house any moment.

She didn't need to wait to hear the banging on the door. Jack was already running up the hallway to the linen closet. She opened the door and quickly, as the downstairs door was smashed down, lifted up a pile of towels.

Suddenly with a soft whirring noise the shelves of the linen closet clicked and moved to the side revealing a dimly lit passage way. The MI6 had insisted it be installed after Jack and Alex were kidnapped a while ago. She stepped in and the shelves reformed behind her.

Without a glance back she ran down the stony path, keeping her hands in front of her. Then she hit the door.

Gun shots echoed down the pathway. The men were shooting everything and anything in search of them. She opened the door and slid out into the dark backyard. Jack looked back into the upper windows of the house. The men had stopped shooting.

Maybe they had figured she wasn't there. She ran into the yard. It was bright from the full moon so she had to move slowly and cautiously.

Then loud, alerting shouting. She couldn't understand the language but she knew it would not be good. Jack made a run for the back fence but the men had barged out of the back door and were shooting wildly.

She dived to the side rolling behind an olive tree and thanking Alex for suggesting to plant it. She breathed rapidly, every breath turning to mist as it came from her.

The men stopped firing, she looked to her left and there was the shed. It was her only choice. She silently crawled to the side and dived behind it.

She opened the door and slipped in, looking around for anything that would aid her. She found her weapon, an iron pipe. She tapped it on her hand, solid.

Then voices again. Jack peered out of the foggy window. The men were approaching the olive tree in search of her body. She slipped down behind the shed door, waiting for them to come.

And they did. Jack heard the shed door slowly creak as it was cautiously opened. It brushed her side and she shifted uncomfortably. Then she made her move.

Inside were two men she stood up behind the first and with all her might swung the pipe down on his head. He clattered to the floor and she was already upon the second. He turned in shock and she got him right the face, blood spurting from somewhere underneath his mask.

She looked around, what now? Then the glistening explosive caught her eye.

A smile lit Jack's face up. She reached down and picked up the grenade….

Ten men stood on the steps of Alex Rider's house. Waiting for their men to return with their captor. Waiting to be able to return to their boss with the child and his house keeper.

The out of the shed, Gershos Milleena ran out pointing at the shed and yelling. The men charged down the steps and to the door of the shed. They stopped as Gershos stepped away saying,

"In there! In there!"

They opened the door, and by that time it was too late to realise Gershos did not speak English and it was too late to realise the grenade lying on the floor, without a pin.

The men didn't even try to escape; the grenade went off with a deafening bang. Jack raised her hands to her face as the fire engulfed the shed. She took of her mask and smiled at her own quick thinking.

"Bet Alex couldn't have done that." She said walking back to her house where her warm bed awaited her….