Alex and the Enforcers: Chapter Two: The Falcon Incident
I smiled at him, trying to ignore his eyes. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Cougar."
He raised an eyebrow. "SAS?"
"Retired SAS," I corrected him. "From K-Unit, actually."
He nodded. "So you're the famous girl agent."
I laughed. "I guess so."
An arm snaked around my waist and I looked up to see Alex standing there, eyeing Falcon reproachfully.
"And I'm Collin, her fiancé ." He said the word pridefully, like his title made him proud.
I grinned up at him, and he looked down at me. His eyes said he was still mad at me, but he smiled at me.
"Fiancé?" Falcon now sounded condescending.
We both looked at him. He was smirking at me.
"If you would have told me you were looking for a rebound after Alex Rider, I would've complied." His smirk grew. "What has it been since then? A year or so?"
"Yes," I replied curtly, but before I could add anything else, the arm around my waist picked up and Alex stepped forward, bringing his fist with him. The gesture ha me stepping forward, but I didn't reach him until Falcon was on the ground.
"Alex!"Fox and I yelled at the same time, not thinking anything of it.
"Alex?" Falcon whispered, and I realized my mistake.
"Don't talk to my fiancé that way." Alex seethed before Falcon's eyes dropped.
I was pacing around the living room, waiting for Falcon to wake up from unconsciousness. Alex stood, leaning against the doorway watching me pace.
I had dragged him into our room and yelled at him for hitting Falcon, but he remained unphased and just replied with, "He shouldn't have talked to you that way."
I was torn between being exceptionally angry or pleased at him. He had defended my "honor", as he Eagle had called it, but then again he may have blown his own cover to do it.
I sighed and walked over to Alex. "I know you were defending my honor or whatever, but I really don't care what he said."
Alex steeled his gaze on me. "He basically called you an easy catch."
I shrugged. "I honestly don't care what he says, but I care about your cover, Alex!."
"Well I care about your "honor", as you so nicely put it, so I threw a punch- a very nice one, I might add."
I had to laugh at that. "It was a good punch, but-" I cut myself off, sighed, and tried again. "Just don't let it happen again. Not many civilians can punch a trained SAS soldier, especially when the soldier isn't drunk."
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "I think we both know I'm not any old civilian."
I sighed, snuggling into him slightly. It was nice to talk to him again, even if were arguing. At least I heard his voice this way. "That's true."
"It is?" the voice startled me again and I jumped out of Alex's arms, spinning around to look at Falcon who was sitting up on the couch.
Wolf, Fox, Snake and Eagle had went to get more beer from the Liquor Shoppe down the corner, but weren't back yet. They didn't seem all that concerned at the fact their teammate was out cold on the floor, but helped bring him to the couch before they left. Eagle had told me their attitude over it was due to the fact he "deserved it", and while I agreed, I was still concerned for Falcon. Alex's punches were hard to shake off.
Fox, on the other hand, was in the kitchen cleaning up. I had told him I'd do it, but he told me that since I cooked I shouldn't have to clean. I had just shrugged and thanked him, then walked over to the living room to start pacing.
Now, he made an appearance, coming in with a paper in his hand before anyone else could say anything.
He handed it to me, his posture making it feel like the piece of paper was important. As I looked down, I realized why. The letters "Official Secrets Act" were printed in bold lettering across the top with the words "New England Official Paper" directly underneath it. I also saw the English symbol near the bottom signifying it was indeed official, before I was handed a pen by Fox.
I walked over to Falcon and handed the paper and pen duo out, not saying a word.
He looked down at the paper in his hands and immediately scoffed.
"An OSA? What's so important that I have to sign-" he cut himself off, his gaze shifting to me. "Alex?" he sounded confused, like he just remembered what had happened before he fell unconscious.
I nodded to the paper now clutched in his hands. "Sign it and you'll find out what we meant."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why do I need to sign it to find out?"
Alex sighed and said, "Just sign it already, will you?" His tone conveyed his annoyance.
Falcon glared at him, but grabbed the pen from my hand forcefully and wrote his name on it then folded it up before I could see it. He handed it to me quickly, as though he thought it'd burn him if he held onto it for any longer.
"Are you ready to talk about Agent Rider?"
The expression on his face changed from one of annoyance to one of disbelief and surprise is just under a tenth of a second.
He gulped, the name of my fiancée obviously affecting him. "A-Agent Rider? Isn't he dead?"
"I should hope not." The very man we were discussing said.
Flacon's gaze moved from Fox to Alex. His eyes widened in recognition. "No."
Alex smirked at him. "Yes."
This is sorter than all get-up considering I wrote a seven page, three thousand word prologue for something yesterday, but I couldn't think of anything else to add so…that's it for now. Sorry if it's disappointing, but then next chapter is called "Aunt Tulip" so it'll be interesting. =)
Thanks for reading! I hope to hear from you all in a review. =)
~Mrs. Frank Hardy
