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Chapter 2

Alex stood outside the door to the Royal and General bank. He didn't think it was possible to hate MI6 more right now. And yet, he told himself, he was standing here outside, about to talk to Mr Blunt. He was letting himself be used by them again.

It was as much his fault at it was theirs. MI6 constantly used him, hurt him, and yet here he was, letting it happen again. He couldn't help but admit that they had a hold on him. No matter how much he might want to be one, he wasn't a normal school boy any more. Maybe he never had been. And now he was never going to get the chance to be; MI6 had taken him over completely.

He wouldn't be surprised if, when he finished school, he let Mr Blunt convince him to work for them full time. There was a part of him that even felt a small thrill at the thought of being a full time spy. The rest of him was disgusted by it. He knew the reality of what would happen if he joined MI6 permanently. He probably wouldn't even survive to see his 20th birthday.

With a sigh, and cursing Mr Blunt and Mrs Jones, Alex opened the door, wondering what on Earth he would end up having to do this time. Nodding at the security guard, he made his way up the lift to Blunt's office. Entering, he saw the same cold, emotionless man sitting at the same boring, grey desk in his boring, grey office. With a sigh, Alex sat down.

"Good morning, Alex. It's nice to see you again." Mr Blunt could have been ordering someone's death, and he still would have used the same impassive tone.

"Just tell me what you want. No doubt it'll be a completely harmless mission where I'll end up nearly being killed."

Blunt's facial expression didn't change, although Alex could have sworn he saw a flash of annoyance cross it for a split second. Alex smirked to himself.

"We have been watching a man named Matthew Wilson for quite a while now. You may have heard of him."

The name seemed familiar to him...racking his brains, Alex suddenly remembered where he'd heard the name.

"Isn't he the head of Firestorm phones?" The Firestorm phones were a new range of smart phones made especially for children aged 11-16. Matthew Wilson, the head of Firestorm, seemed to be trying to outdo Steve Jobs and Apple. It had certainly worked; almost every child in the country owned a Firestorm phone, Alex had one himself.

"Yes. Let me tell you a bit about his history.

"Wilson was born in Surrey in 1979. When he was 11 years old, he ran away from home, and lived on the streets for most of his childhood. However, when he was 15, he was mugged by a group of teenagers. They attacked him, and left him on the streets to die.

"After this little mishap, however, he was fostered and raised by a rich couple. He eventually went to university to study science and technology, a subject he had always had an interest in. He rose straight to the top in his career, and quickly became the head of Firestorm phones, a company he created himself. He claims to have 'overcome adversity'. We are suspicious of him."

Alex let this information sink in. It was always the ones who had 'overcome adversity' that ended up being the insane psychopaths. Since when did being bullied or living on the streets have to mean you had to kill a load of people?

"Also, we will need you to give us your phone. I assume you have a Firestorm? We don't think it's safe for you to carry one until we know what we're dealing with."

With a sigh, Alex handed over his phone. "So. How do you expect me to spy on him?"

"We have reasons to believe he has been using sweat shops. We think he's been using street children to work for him; paying them less than the minimum wage.

"The only reason they keep coming back is because it keeps them off the streets and they get a small amount of money for it, even if it's barely enough to survive on."

Alex was horrified. Of all the people to exploit street kids, a man who had been through it himself was doing it? No wonder MI6 thought something was up with him. And he could see where this conversation was going.

"I get it. You want me to pretend to be a street kid so I can have a look around." He didn't need to ask, it was a statement. Mr Blunt merely inclined his head.

"Well, I guess I don't have any choice. I know by now what will happen if I say no."

There was something not quite right in the way Blunt had been talking to him. He got the feeling that he wasn't being told everything. Well, thought Alex, that makes a change. Mr Blunt showed no notion of knowing what Alex was talking about. He stood silently, and gestured towards the door.

"I think you'll be wanting to visit Mr Smithers."

As Alex turned to leave the office, something caught his eye. On the file that was open on Mr Blunt's desk, something written in red ink at the bottom jumped out at him. It said:

'Yassen Gregorovich involved?'

It seemed Mr Blunt wanted to keep that secret from him. So much for it being a harmless mission; he knew he was right to have a hunch that Mr Blunt wasn't telling him everything. Since when had what Blunt told him ever been the whole truth? With a sigh, Alex continued to Mr Smithers' office, hoping he was going to get a weapon this time.

Alex walked home, after a successful visit to Mr Smithers; the only person at MI6 that he actually liked. Smithers had given him an earring with explosives in (he was going to have to get his ear pierced again), trainers with a knife hidden in the bottom and shoe laces made of super strength nylon, and a watch that had a built in tracking device and stun gun.

He had been informed that he should go home and pack, and a car would be round to pick him up at 7pm to take him to a secret location where he would be disguised as a street kid.

Alex wasn't looking forward to telling Jack what was happening. He had promised her he wasn't going to get caught up in all of this again, and he had believed it as well. He laughed hollowly to himself. He was never going to be free of MI6, that was for sure.

Reaching his front door, Alex stopped to take a deep breath. When he had calmed himself, he slowly opened the front door, steeling himself for what he was about to see. Confirming his fears, he saw Jack waiting for him just inside the hallway. However she didn't look angry, she just looked upset.

Alex figured she had realised he was going to end up doing this mission whether he wanted to or not, and had resigned herself to merely accept the fact.

"I'm sorry, Jack. You know I have to do it." Alex looked pleadingly at Jack, hoping she would leave the subject alone so he could have a couple of hours of quiet before he had to leave.

"I know, Alex. That's why I'm upset; I know that there's nothing I can do to stop this. I know that no matter what MI6 have told you, you're going to get hurt. And I have no way of knowing whether you're even going to make it this time.

"Every time you go on one of these missions, you get worse injuries. What if you don't recover this time, Alex?"

Jack was almost in tears. Alex hugged her, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Everything Jack had said was true, and it had been going through his own mind all the way home. He wished there was something, anything, that he could do to stop this madness, but as always he drew a blank.

There was nothing he could do, and he was going to end up working for MI6 for the rest of his life, he could see it already. However, pushing these thoughts to the back of his mind, he tried his best to comfort Jack.

"Don't worry, Jack. You know I always pull through, no matter what. I'll be fine." Knowing how fake his voice sounded, Alex turned away from Jack's distraught face and walked upstairs to his room. He needed to be by himself to think. Not only was there the normal threat of every mission he'd had to do in the past, but this time Yassen Gregorovich might be involved.

After everything Alex had found out about Yassen, he wasn't sure how he felt about him anymore. At first he had hated him, when he found out he had killed Ian Rider. However, now that he knew how Yassen had felt about his father, and himself, his thoughts on the man had changed.

He was grateful for the amount of times Yassen had saved his life, despite it being easier just to kill him. He would always feel hate towards the man that had killed his uncle, but he now almost felt a sense of respect towards him, despite how much he tried to deny it.

Although he was not ready to admit it to himself at all, he almost wanted to see Yassen in this mission. Maybe it would help him sort out his feelings towards the man if he were to meet him again and see him working for another evil mastermind.

With a sigh, Alex closed his eyes and lay back on his bed, trying to relax himself. He was going to need his strength, soon enough.

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