CHAPTER 4.
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Alex laid on the ground, glaring at the intruder who had obviously no idea what this bank actually was.
The three intruders, one with a silver tooth, toothy, one with bigger muscles, muscles, and the other one with a tattoo of a snake, snakey.
That's what Alex named them.
When Alex first saw the snake, he immediately thought snakehead is coming. But these people didn't look like they were in snakehead.
He dismissed the thought.
Toothy looked down at him, and Alex pretended to widen his eyes in terror.
Recognition dawned on the robbers face as well as Alex's face.
Muscles was younger than he thought.
He was in the same grade as Alex, and tortured him while at school very hard verbally.
His name was Liam Black.
He had an older brother who didn't go anywhere without his bigger, mean, friend who drank with him, and terrorized random people passing random alleyways and mugging them.
The door burst open to reveal another man.
He was the biggest out of the other men, and wore all black, his face hidden behind a cliché ski mask.
Alex looked up at him, and schooched back. He didn't know who this other man was, and he wasn't going to underestimate him.
Liam looked down at Alex and snarled. "You." Alex scooched further back but Liam grabbed him by the collar, and not wanting to reveal himself yet, Alex let him, giving out a fake whimper.
"What are You doing here?" he asked with distaste.
Alex stuttered, hating the feeling that he had to pretend to be scared.
"Just here t- to vis- er visit some- someone." he broke eye contact, taking his acting skills into consideration.
Liam growled at him, and without warning and with hatred for his fellow classmate, struck him across the side of the head with the gun, and let him crumple to the ground.
Liam walked away with a threatening, "If we start getting rid of hostages, you won't be in the lucky ones that aren't chosen. I hate you. And there's nothing you can do, so don't be a hero."
Alex merely looked away, knowing he could take the guys, but that would uncover him. He only would if they were going to hurt someone, he decided. Meanwhile, he would stay calm, calm others, and stay out of trouble.
Whimpers and cries of surprise and terror rippled through the crowd.
Alex clutched his head, and pretended to actually care about the pain, wich hurt, and smarted, but not as bad as other injuries he had attained over the time when he was working with MI6.
He could feel a trickle of crimson roll down his face, into one brown eyes.
But he'd had worse. This was nothing.
Yet he reminded himself that everyone else in the bank hadn't gone through what he had.
He scanned the terrified faces, looking for another agent, but so far it just looked like citizens.
Until he caught the eye of a familiar face.
Ben daniels, A.K.A Fox.
They locked eyes, brown with bright ember, and the silent conversation began.
Are you ok?
Yes. I've had worse.
Ben frowned at that but the conversation continued.
What do you want to do?
Nothing
WHAT?!
Until they decide to kill someone or something.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Ok. meet later.
Ok. Alex nodded.
They broke eye contact and surveyed the men that were holding up the bank.
The fourth man that had stormed through the door had taken off his mask, not wanting to keep it on.
Alex's eyes widened, and he looked back at ben, waning him.
Alex was looking at the face of Skoda.
Super sorry for the short chapter, I felt like I needed to end it there, and I will post soon! Thanks for reading! Hope to give more chapters soon! :|)
