This is an answer to one of my comments: No, Nigel is not in Crocodile Tears I simply made him up. That was for you Anonymous. Any way please read and review hope you like it.
Disclaimer:The characters belong to Anthony Horwitz but the plot is mine.
Alex hadn't slept since he had agreed to kill Raphael. And you could see it in his eyes when he got off the plane, arriving in San Francisco in the late afternoon. He was supposed to meet a man that was to drive him to his hotel, who also worked for M16. He scanned the crowd, looking. His eyes fell upon a heavyset man with a walrus mustache, holding a large piece of paper with the name Jim Lester on it. Alex recognized this as his cover name so he started towards the man. "Are you Bert?" Alex asked, practicing trying to hide his accent. "I am. And you must be Mr. Lester." the man replied. Bert popped the trunk in the back of the taxi, while Alex brought his luggage around and placed it in. However, he kept his briefcase with him. Climbing in the car, he spoke."So, what gave me away Mr. Bert?" he asked with smirk. "Your accent." Bert informed him with a laugh. "Damn. I'm going to have to work on that."Alex replied, running a hand through his hair. Bert"Where to Mr. Lester?" "Hotel Drisco" Alex replied, and they sped off.
Hotel Drisco was clean and elegant. As Alex walked in, he observed the white marble lobby was so big, it seemed to swallow him up. He loped up to the man behind the marble desk. "Reservations for Lester?" he asked the man. "Ahh, Mr. Lester. The Imperial Suite. I hope you enjoy your stay." The man held out the keys and Alex took them eaisly, than slipped him a ten. The man behind the desk whistled and a bell hop came trotting up. "I'll take your luggage, Mr. Lester." the bell hop looked nervous. "Thank you." Alex replied, attempting to put him at ease by smiling. The bell hop picked up Alex's black suitcase and reached for his brief case. "I'll hold on to that if you don't mind." Alex added smoothly, as he picked it up. They turned to the elevator and got on, the doors sliding shut behind them. Alex reached into his suit pocket and took out the room key and a tip, giving it the bell hop. He smiled his thanks, and handed Alex the luggage. Alex watched the man get back on the elevator before he opened the door. When he did, Alex stood in awe.
The room was definitely imperial. The main entrance was a long marble hall with two doors on each side. An open set french doors sat at the end of the hall. He walked into the first door on his right, and it revealed a living room complete with a big screen T.V and a huge stereo system. The wall farthest from him was made entirely of glass that looked out over San Francisco Bay. He gasped as he watched the harbor at sunset. He smiled to himself, there certainly were perks working with MI6. Exploring the other rooms, he discovered they were all garbed in a similar fashion as the living room. The suite contained a kitchen and a connected dinning room. There was also a bedroom with the master bathroom leading out of it.
As soon as he got done exploring, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It rang and then someone finally picked up. "Hello?" a voice answered. "Hey Sab, my flight got in this afternoon." She replied, sounding upbeat. "I know this great place on the bay, we could eat there." "Sounds good, I'll pick you up in ... twenty minutes?" he asked. "Can't wait." she spoke with a smile in her voice. Alex laughed and responded. "Alright, see you soon, bye." He took a quick shower and changed into jeans and a polo, then raced out the door to pick up Sabina.
As he rounded the corner of a huge apartment building Sabina walked out the door. She was dressed casually in a yellow sun-dress with black leggings. Her feet had on silver flats, and her brunette hair was down and wavy. Alex got out of the car and she smiled at him. He returned the smile and pulled her into a hug. They got into the car. "So. You have to tell me where to go." he reminded her, grinning. "You should just let me drive." she replied, knowing it wasn't going to happen.. "Oh no. I remember the last time you drove my car, you not only chipped the paint, but also popped the tire." he responded, laughing. "You were always more obssessed about your car than normal people." she smiled and rolled her eyes as they off to downtown San Francisco.
Most of the night they had spent talking, while they ate at a restaurant on the bay. As it neared ten o'clock Alex knew the night was over and regretted it but he knew he'd see her again before he left. As Alex kissed her goodbye and watched her go into her apartment he remembered that this was only temporary and felt a pang of disappointment as he drove home. He realized how tired he was and decided to go straight to bed when he got home. He arrived in the lobby at Hotel Drisco at quarter to midnight and barley managed a nod towards the man behind the desk as he got in the elevator. What he didn't know that as soon he was out of sight the man picked up the phone and spoke in to it. "He's on his way" He said simply and hung up.
Alex unlocked the door and tottered into the bedroom as if he were drunk. He laid face down on the bed. He looked on the gray bed spread. There should've been his suit from earlier still their but instead he found it in his suitcase. Suddenly aware he pooped open the top of his brief case and took out his pistol. He cautiously checked all the rooms until the balcony was the only place left. He cocked the pistol and slowly made his way to the door.
A knife came tumbling into view obviously intended for his heart. Only his reflexes had saved him but he got a gash on the arm instead of in the heart. He reacted with fantastic speed, pistol whipping his assilant in the face to have him tumble down on the ground. He then attempted to kick his attacker in the back but found he was already standing facing him with the knife. He jumped at Alex attempting another heart stab but Alex caught his arm just in time they continued to fight like this for a minute each trading blows. Alex's attacker received two punches to the nose that broke it and alex got a gash on his leg. Alex's attacker was fast but eventually he made his mistake. Attempting another stab he lunged at Alex. Alex sidestepped him and grabbed his wrist and twisted so he was now on the ground with both hands behind his back. Alex forced the knife from his hands and took out his pistol flipped it so he was holding the muzzle and banged him over the head twice with the handle. Sure that he was unconscious, he ripped cloth from the curtains bound his hands and feet and threw him out into the hall outside his door and locked it. He then fell backwards simply exhausted by that day.
Hoped you liked it my first try at writing an action scene.
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