A/N: Sorry for the long delay, I had given up on this story but now I decided to continue it. So here you are Ch.2!
Diclamer: I don't own Alex Rider or any of its characters.
Chapter two: Escape
It was a Sunday night when Alan put his plan into action. During dinner Alan started a food fight. While everyone was preoccupied with throwing food ( If you could call rotten tomatoes food- though they did make for great hand- grenades) Alan snuck a knife up his sleeve- of course the knives were blunt so that the children couldn't stab their elders.
When dinner was over all the children filed back to their rooms, and settled down for the night. Alan got into bed as well, but did not go to sleep, he was waiting till he was certain no one was awake when he attempted escape. At 11:07 Alan got out of bed and pulled the knife out of his sleeve. He then bent down and stuck the knife under one of the floorboards, which he then began to lever out. When he was done with this he looked around at his roommates. They were all asleep- except one, Eddie. He was pretending to be asleep, but Alan could tell that he was faking. Acting quickly, Alan stuffed his blanket into his roommates mouth, and squeezing his shoulder, using a nerve pinch one of the girls at the orphanage taught him. Eddie fell unconscious immediately. Alan lifted his weapon- the floorboard, and crept out of the room.
Alan snuck through the dimly lit corridors of the orphanage until he reached a certain room he knew was one of the Mothers helpers, and hid in a closet nearby. Every Sunday night at exactly 11:20 PM the orphanage received a delivery of canned food, and was the boy who resided in this rooms job to collect it- it was 11:18. Two minutes later the door of the boys room opened- and Alan heard a yawn. Through the small crack between the closet doors Alan saw the figure of a boy leave the room, round the corner and disappear from sight. He sprang into action, he ran as silently as he could along the corridor, and when he caught up to him, he hefted his weapon and swung with all his might. The boy fell unconscious.
Alan knelt down and took the keys off the boys belt. He then hid the boy in a nearby closet and ran for the orphanage door. As he rounded a corner and sprung for the door, he heard the alarm go off. He fumbled with the keys and tried one of them on the door, wrong one he thought. He tried the next to no avail. Alan heard footsteps coming from behind him, and felt his plan going up in flames. He tried the next key- desperate now, aaaaaaand- click, it worked he thought. Alan wrenched open the door and ran off into the night.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter, it shows some of what made Alan Blunt in charge of MI6. R&R please!