Well here it is the fourth chapter, now I didn't get many reviews, now did I. But I thank those that did review!!!
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Alex was sweating within minutes of setting off for the hotel and looking around for some escape from the extreme heat he noticed a small café with white lettering above it that read, "Café le Blanc (The White Café)." Upon entering he felt a cool rush of air hitting his face, inside it was decorated in all white, white tables, white chairs, white counter tops, white everything. A petite woman came up to him, "Bonjour monsieur, pour être placé à l'intérieur ou à l'extérieur (Hello sir would you like to be seated inside or outside)?"
Alex replied without any hesitation, "l'interieur (inside)," he had no wish whatsoever to return to the oven called the outside he had just exited. The woman led him to a small table near a wall of large windows overlooking the coast, handed him a menu and walked away leaving him to browse the menu and enjoy the view.
Outside he could see people sunbathing, others swimming and still others boating. The waves lapped up against the shore and as he watched Alex fell into a sort of stupor following them as they rose and fell and rose again. He looked down at the menu in his hand, he wasn't really very hungry, and he just needed an escape from the heat outside. After almost ten minutes the woman returned to take his order, "Que puis-je recevoir pour vous monsieur? (What can I get for you sir?)"
"Juste une salade (Just a salad)," Alex responded with an air of exhaustion. Admittedly he had gotten more rest lately then he had before, but he kept waking in the middle of the night with nightmares of dying people he had shot, on each mission MI6 had sent him on people had died, some because of him, some for other reasons, but no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that they deserved to die, he couldn't get over the fact that he had killed them, he was a murderer.
As much as Alan Blunt wanted to turn him into a cold hard MI6 agent, he couldn't become that, he couldn't kill people; maybe that was why they wouldn't give him a gun, because they knew he didn't have the courage to actually use it. He remembered when he had been sent by Scorpia to kill Mrs. Jones, as much as she had hurt him, no matter how many times she had sent him on missions where he almost died, if not for a combination of luck, and incredible timing, he wouldn't be sitting where he was. Maybe if he was lucky he would be sitting in a hospital bed somewhere, pieced back together like Conrad. The thought made him shiver.
As he continued to watch the waves lapping over the shore his thought strayed once again to the girl he had ran into, he subconsciously grabbed the Ipod in his pocket, as if checking that it was still there. Perhaps the Ipod was nothing to wonder about, perhaps she was nothing more then a tourist, perhaps Alex was getting himself all worked up over something unimportant, but somehow he didn't think so.
Then there was the band around her leg. Could it just be an accessory? No, he doubted it, he had seen something of the sort before, but he just couldn't place where. The thoughts of this carried him away until he was jolted back to reality by the sound of the server setting down his plate and walking away. Alex looked down and saw a pile of leaves with some chicken mixed in, not very appetizing, but was he really very hungry?
Half heartedly he picked at the salad for a few minutes before something outside of the window caught his eye. It was a man on a silver boat and there was a bag floating in the water in his wake, not knowing what gave him the urge, Alex left some money on the table and hurried outside.
Immediately he was hit by a wave of heat but he ran to the water despite. He entered and swan the 10 meters out toward the bag floating in the water, to passersby he must look a sight, diving into the water to retrieve a bag. Alex swam back quickly and sat down on the hot sand to examine the bag. When he looked closely at it he remembered seeing one identical to it earlier, the girl he had run into was carryining it.
He ran his fingers over it; the outside was printed with the Louis Vuitton logo. Even knowing very little about fashion himself he could tell it was a pricy bag, the girls at his school talked constantly about items like this, and after a day of over hearing them you knew that a bag like this was very expensive and one of this size would be even more expensive, who ever had owned this bag had money to spare.
After a once over of the bag he opened it. Inside he took out the items one by one, a beach towel, a bottle of sunscreen, 100 Euros, and a large manila envelope, which he hurriedly opened. Inside he couldn't help feeling a bit guilty about prying into this girl's personal bag, but after a thought back to the mysterious Ipod and his curiosity successfully squashed any remaining guilt. Inside he found page after page of documents in what appeared as gibberish, the first characters read as, EQDOSST-COEZGKOQ-SQXKTFZ, made absolutely no sense to him. With a sigh he packed all of the items back into the bag and headed back toward Diamant Bleu Resort where he was staying with plans to work out the code when the next morning, he was exhausted and the sun was setting.
Well there it is, I do hope you enjoyed it, maybe enough to drop me a little review, or even if you hated it, drop me a review. If anyone can figure out the meaning of the code above, I'll send you the next chapter in advance if you personal message me with your answer.
I am very sorry about the lack of dialog in the past few chapters, I promise the next chapters will have a lot more, but these first few chapters are kind of setting up for the rest of the story.
Till Next Time...
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