L.I.O.N Trials
Chapter 4:
Disclaimer: I don't own Alex.
Alex sighed when he got back to his hotel room. He had no leads, very little cash left, and a one heck of a head ache. It was about three in the afternoon, he was tired the jet lag not having caught up to him. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself to stay awake. He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to think through his head ache, but nothing was coming. He wondered if this was all an exercise in futility. Max was, after all, a trained MI6 agent, military trained, and she was smarter than even Alex had thought at first. If she didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be. He thought back to the day that he had last seen her. He wished he had followed her. He lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
The city street was filled with people enjoying the nice weather. It was sunny and a bombing 98 degrees. The smiling faces of tourists and locals alike gave the world the feeling that nothing was wrong in the world. Alicia was enjoying the weather and the sun and her book. She had been told by an old friend over the phone to meet her at the small café in town. It had been Maxine; she hadn't seen her till she had left for England with her British sweetheart. As she leaned back in her chair she saw said friend waving to her. She waved back. Max came over and sat down.
"Hey, how've you been?" asked Alicia.
"Fine, I was in town and thought you might like to meet."
"You know I always like your company."
Max smiled.
"Hey, I lost my cell. I remember giving Alex's phone number to you; just in case you needed to call him, can I write it down to call him. He's probably really worried about me."
Alicia nodded and got the number for her friend.
"So how was England?"
"Good, but I missed the American food."
Alicia smiled.
"I can see where you're coming from."
Alex finally decided he needed fresh air and went for a walk down the beach that was a few feet from the hotel. The cool wet sand by the water's edge felt good beneath his bare feet. The sea breeze dropped the sweltering temperature by about two degrees so it didn't seem as hot as it really was. When the water broke and swept across his feet his hissed at how cold the water felt. He looked out over the water and saw a sail boat in the distance, as well as a clear blue sky. It looked peaceful. The peace he had been looking for, for a long time. Now that it was here, he couldn't enjoy it, Max was still missing in his life and he was determined to find her, dead or alive.
His peaceful brooding time was interrupted by his cell going off. Looking at the number he didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?" he asked into the phone.
"Alex."
The young MI6 agent froze at the voice.
"Max?" he answered.
"Hey."
She hung up the phone and smirked. He was going to meet her at Pier 4 at five o'clock, which was in about half an hour. She walked to the dock edge and stared into the murky water. A reflection that she barely recognized stared back at her. Everything was ready; her mission would soon be accomplished. She could go home and sleep some more if she finished her mission. A horn sounded off into the distance, no one moved on the dock, something she was grateful for.
At the appropriate time she heard footsteps on the dock. Turning she saw Alex staring at her. Tears were brimming his eyes, he looked so happy. She smiled and opened her arms. She ran forward and he met her halfway. They embraced.
"I missed you," he said.
She didn't answer. He pulled back and looked into her face, searching for something.
"You look better," he said.
"I feel better," she answered.
She started to walk along the dock and he followed.
"Where have you been?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"Around," she answered.
"You're not going to tell me anything are you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"About faking your death, someone trying to kill you, that whole thing."
Alex couldn't believe he had gotten a call from Max. It was as if by magic she had flown in from somewhere and saved him in his despair. But he couldn't help the feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong, something didn't add up. He looked at his watch and saw that the little compass in it was going haywire. He ignored it and looked at the time. It had been an hour since he had seen her; they were sitting on the beach and watching the sunset.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered in the same monotone she had acquired in the past half hour.
She turned to him and scooted closer.
"I really missed you," she said.
Suddenly, she was kissing him full on the mouth, but something was off, she was cold, and by cold he meant freezing. But before he could pull away pain erupted in his stomach. As they broke apart Alex finally realized something in the dim light, Max's, or what he thought were Max's, eyes weren't really eyes, but small cameras. He looked down and saw a knife sticking out of his stomach. He felt fluid fill his mouth, he spat it out and saw blood. Looking at the fake Max he couldn't believe how easily he had been fooled. He had been stupid. Digging into his pockets he brought out the keys, taking one he gently pressed it into the fake Max's hand. She seemed to smirk and got up to walk away. Before he got far though the key exploded. Alex was thrown to the ground. Sand covered him. Sitting up he slowly drew the knife from his side. Blood rose in his throat and he coughed. It hurt like crazy. He was dizzy, he could barely hear anything due to the exploding key and he could feel burns on his feet and legs. He collapsed before he heard the sirens.
A/N: Sorry this was late. Tell me how you like so far.