Chapter Two: Deciept and Betrayal
Hunter surveyed Agent Cam Albright (AKA Allison Fairwinter) as if the girl had grown an extra, scaly head. Hunter snorted derisively. "Yeh, right. Tell the truth-- You're Blaze Phoenix. But even then I highly doubt that's your real name. You lied to me! You took away my father, damn you!! Take me to him, Phoenix, if you value your life", Hunter snarled viciously, her face as coldy neutral as a hired assassin about to pick off her target. By this time, the other two teens were on their feet, hands raised disarmingly as they both gazed at Hunter, rapt admiration upon their tanned faces now. The boy spoke first. "Whoa, look out there Phoenix. Better tell 'Joliet' who ya truly are", said the blonde-brown haired boy at Cam's shoulder, smirking, his charcoal-grey eyes twinkling. The blonde boy frowned slightly in annoyance as the second girl, a bronze-haired, emerald-eyed girl shoved his shoulder, serving him a warning look of dissuation.
The cell atmosphere was rocketing towards Atlantic-frigid. Time was sweeping past, seemingly slower than usual. Hunter stepped forward boldly, aquamarine eyes flaring menacingly as she did so. "All of you, stay still and shut UP!!!! I want answers- seems you're the only ones who are gonna give them to me!! Phoenix, drop the pen and kick it to me", Hunter demanded acidly, her tone broadly glacial and predominantly Irish-toned. Hesitating, Cam lowered her weapon-pen slightly, shaking her blonde head slowly and with great deliberation and exaggeration. "No. I'll give you the answers you seek, but I'll not allow you to be a liability. My name- my identity- is Agent Camryn Albright, of CIA Central Intelligence Agency", she answered. Camryn paused, then forged ahead into her lengthy explanation. "Flanking me are Agent Georgina Thomas of MI6 Intelligence and Agent Alex Rider, also of MI6. Here in The Clink, we go by code-names- that's why you must only answer to Joliet Scorpion, me to Allison Fairwinter, George to Morgain Fuller and Alex to Mason Greywater", Cam explained, lapsing into silence.
Hunter hesitated, relaxing slightly, her jaw mouthing furiously as she struggled to take in this strange new sci-fi info that she'd just recieved. This was the split-second Cam needed to strike, flicking her wrist discreetly and depressing the pen-trigger in onbe fluid motion. The pen-nib detached and flew at Hunter, digging itself deep into the side of Hunter's neck, just under her left earlobe. Cam caught Hunter as she fell forwards, sinking into unconsciousness, then shoved Hunter into a lone, nearby desk-chair. Alex was livid with indignant fury. "Cam, what was that for? I could've talked her around!! You had no call-mmph!", snarled Alex, conveniently cut offby Cam throwing herself upon him, trapping his lips in hers quickly. George Thomas rolled her emerald-green eyes, looking crestfallen as Cam wraped her arms around Alex's (George's ex-boyf's) neck, pressing herself against Alex, trapping Alex seductively against the western alcove of the cell. George hurried over to the unconscious, prone form of Hunter Montague, if only to be spared the sight of (and pain of) her ex-boyfriend Alex in rogue agent Cam's (once her friend, now archenemy) arms, the two blissfully embracing.
George was five foot seven, with straight, light-bronze hair (that had a slight wave to it) and seductive emerald-green eyes. She wore faded, ruby-red combat pants, emerald Nike Airs and an ebony halter-top. "Why can't I be over him?", George muttered. Seven minutes later, Cam and Alex exited the alcove, holding hands and sneaking tender glances at each other. George thought they looked quite pleased with themselves and her heart plummeted. Cam was five foot eight, (like Hunter) siren-like with her stunning beauty, platinum-blonde hair and beguiling, electric-blue eyes. She wore a charcoal catsuit that clung terrificly to her slender body, (that drew more than a few lingering, admiring gazes fromAlex) metallic-blue Converses and a platinum-silver, emerald-faced Rolex. Alex surveyed George calmly, feeling slightly guilty for canoodling in the sight of his gorgeous ex-girlfriend.
Alex was five foot nine, with tousled, eternally-spiky, shaggy brown-blonde hair, (made fair by being naturally sun-streaked) charcoal-grey eyes and a dazzling smile. He wore an all-ebony combat outfit, green Army shirt and polished silver Nikes. Sighting her hated spy-colleague, George leapt to her feet, surveying Cam and Alex detachedly. "Hunter's an innocent, Camryn. You had no call to elliminate her, Albright. It's your problem. It's on your head, if she doesn't wake up", George snapped nonchalantly. Calmly grabbing Hunter under her shoulderblades, George dragged the unconscious girl to the cell's western corner, as much to get away from Cam and Alex as to be completely away from their influence. Calmy ignoring George, Cam placed her slender, training-tough hands upon Alex's washboard chest and guided him roughly backwards, far against the opposite, western wall. From then on, Cam attacked Alex's mouth with a fierce, lingering fury, running her hands all over the concaves of Alex's chest, as she pressed herself, imprintingly, against his tall, angular frame.
All thoughts of George flew out of Cam's mind, as Alex pulled her more intimately to him, kissing Cam ferociously as he crushed her into his arms. George looked up suspiciously, to discover the grim sight of Cam and Alex upon the cell floor, locked into each other's embrace as they hurriedly began to unbutton the other's upper clothes in frenzied eagerness. Alex's army-green shirt fell open and flapped in the slight cell wind, revealling dreamy, muscular tanned chest, as Cam turned her attention (and fingers) to Alex's charcoal-grey belt buckle. The halter-top pf Cam's catsuit was unzipped in no time and Cam shrugged it to the floor, her emerald bra revealled as Alex's belt fell open, to reveal Garfield boxer-shorts. George was on her feet running before she even realised it, fierce betrayal and adrenaline fuelling her blood. Her desire to hurt Cam boiled over to a white-hot inner fury as George reached the two and wrenched the two would-be lovers apart.
"You witch!! You had to ruin it all, didn't you, Albright!?. Well, have a free slice of Revenge Pie!!", George snarled sharply, kicking Cam and then Alex repeatedly, over and over. Cam grabbed George's ankle and pulled on it, wrenching the avenging George to the floor beside her, painfully. Cam drew back a clenched fist and struck, smashing the bony cartilage of George's perfect nose and dodging the ensuing torrent of blood which streamed from the wounded area. George retaliated by striking Cam's jugular with a backhand-fist strike, simultaneously pressing down two fingers cruelly upon the pressure-point upon Cam's left temple. Cam sunk into cold unconsciousness, leaving George victorious now. Turning triumphantly on Alex, George smashed her knee into her ex-boyf's groin, grinning rabidly as Alex Rider doubled over in excrutiating pain. "George, no. Don't do this", Alex moaned, but George slammed her elbow into Alex's solar plexus, knocking MI6's top spy and secret weapon unconscious.
