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Alex Rider sat in the room and looked straight ahead. "You want me to kill him?" he spole slowly."Yes, he is too much of a threat. If you don't he will go on and kill more people, and if we don't stop him now it will be too late." "But I'm not even allowed to carry a gun-" Mrs. Jones cut him off before he could finish. "That was when you where a teenager, now you're a full agent." "I really don't know about this." he said uncertainly. "That's fine. You'll just have to hand in your resignation, and could even be tried for treason. But you don't wanna do it, so..." "Excuse me, but are you blackmailing me?" "No, not at all. I'm simply stating the facts." she replied, expressionless.
"Well I don't really have a choice, now do I?" Alex questioned. "Of course you do. You always have a choice." Alex stood up angrily. "What do you mean, 'Of course I have a choice?'! You're giving me the option of going to jail or killing someone!" A look of irritation quickly crossed Mrs. Jones face, but when Alex looked again, it was gone. "Alex think about it, we need you again"she sounded as if she were begging him now."Can you give me time to think about it?"he asked. "Of course" she replied as she got up and left the room.
Alex felt disgusted as he left the marble clad lobby. First, M16 had blackmailed him into doing missions for them when he was younger. And now they were threatening his job and even his freedom.
He thought about this angrily as he got into the car and drove to his flat on the Thames River. He thought about this as he made and ate dinner. He thought about this as he tried to find sleep.
In the morning he awoke and reached for his phone, dialing a number. "Hello, this is The Royal General Bank on Liver Pool street. How may I help you?" a female voice answered. "Hi, could you connect me with a Mrs. Jones?." "I'm sorry, but there isn't a Mrs. Jones working here." It was weird. The voice sounded to Alex almost like it was lying. "This is Alex Rider. Could you please check again?" He felt a brief flicker of annoyance. "Oh! My mistake, I'll connect you." He waited a couple minutes, when a different voice picked up. "Hello Alex." The voice was groggy. "Mrs. Jones?" he asked."Yes?" She almost sounded hopeful. He sighed, giving in. "I'll do it." "Great! Come by around two o'clock." I'll be there." he replied, and hung up.
Two o'clock came quick enough for Alex and once again he found himself in the elevator with a smiling Nigel. He got off the elevator and walked into Mrs. Jones office. What he didn't know was that his every step was monitored by tiny security cameras. Pulling a chair out, Alex sat across from her. "You know how we've just recently gotten a new Priminster." she started. "Well, his foreign policies are not popular with everybody, specifically with the comunists. All we know is that they hired Raphael to kill him."She said this as she read through a file. "Here is your mission: go to San Francisco and kill Raphael. Do whatever you can. The americans have offered their full cooperation." She looked at Alex for comment. "Sounds simple enough, but you said something about using guns?" he asked. "Send in Smitheries." she spoke into a phone on her desk and released the button. A huge man in an old fashioned three piece suit came in, a smile plastered on his chubby face. "Hello Alex. I was hoping to see you again. Now, I've got some new toys for you." Alex smiled at this. He had always liked Smithers.
Out from behind him he pulled out a black leather briefcase. He set the briefcase on the desk and clicked it open."I've got some stuff for you. Let's start with the briefcase. The outside has a lead lining on it, so nothing can be seen on the inside and can pass through airports." He popped open the lid to reveal a small browning pistol complete with a holster. "Know this magazine holds sixteen bullets and there are two other magazines all in the briefcase. Now this is were the cool stuff happens. See the buttons on the inside of the case?" he asked. Alex nodded. "Press those." He did as he was told, and was rewarded with a small pop and the top case opened. There was a pretty roomy compartment but Alex was looking at what was in there. A Heckler & Koch PSG1 sniper rifle was lying there in three parts. And a pile of rounds next to it. "You know how to use it." Smithers said proudly. He reached back into the main compartment and took out a calculator. "This is really a bomb. You just punch the numbers in, and decide how long until it detonates." he finished.
"Now, any questions?" Mrs. Jones asked smiling. Alex had one. "When do I leave?" "Tomorrow." she answered.
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