heya peoplz! yes i know 11 weeks it's been since i've updated, but your lucky! i decided to take pitty on you so i finished this today before i go on holidays! yey! yes i know, i know i brillient! so anyway here you go guys!
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"It is now 6:30pm and the police and SAS have finally arrived. People are already complaining about how long it took for the operations to get here. The problem is, at this moment, being resolved. The boy we saw earlier has been taken away by the SAS troops and the grey clad men are being escorted to the jail cells that they will be staying in for the next week or so. It is not known what the cause of this commotion is just yet."
There he was. Eagle could see him, well barely. The helicopter was still flying above the buildings; they'd been doing this for a while now. He had no idea why and he was getting impatient. He didn't seem to be the only one. Wolf, still deathly pale, was giving death glares to the pilot; Snake was no longer cleaning his guns but was shaking his legs up and down, which was even more annoying. And the others seemed to be bored out of there brains. Finely he'd had enough.
"Can you hurry up Man? We actually want to be down there before the kid dies you know." Even Wolf seemed a bit surprised. The pilot just grunted. Eagle sighed in relief when the helicopter angled and began descending.
"Thank the lord," someone whispered. He guessed it was Snake, although he never thought Snake to be the religious type.
The decent was slow, though Eagle knew it would have been less then a minute, time seemed to slow down considerably. Snake wasn't the only one shaking his legs by the time the pilot gave the signal that they could abseil down to the ground. Sighing in relief again Eagle stood up and started attaching himself to the rope.
"Only two at a time!" the pilot shouted at them.
Eagle only lifted his arm in consent.
"Make sure you watch them," Wolf told the others still aboard the helicopter, "I don't want anyone getting shot at coming down."
Eagle gave Wolf a cheeky smile, who was the person going down with him.
"Beat you to the bottom!" he shouted and then pushed off and carefully made his way toward the ground, TV cameras following his every move.
"They haven't landed yet, Blunt."
"I know that Mrs Jones, I'm not deaf yet you know." He was still irritated. His team had taken to long to arrive and then they had spent a whole 5 minutes circling the scene. He sighed in annoyance. This was one of his longest days yet. And he had had a few of those. Although it wasn't everyday that two of your agents have been cornered and attacked without his knowledge. Whoever was doing this was very smart indeed. He couldn't remember having met or heard of anyone who could get away with something under the nose of MI6. Well his memory was failing him so maybe he had. Though he was certain it would never have happened. Why it was happening now though, he couldn't answer and why to Alex and Ben he couldn't answer either. Although Mrs Jones had asked him numerous times and didn't get that he didn't know and that he wouldn't suddenly have the answer if she kept pestering him. She worried too much sometimes.
"Oh! Oh! Look Blunt! Look!"
"What?!" he asked somewhat irritated, although that would probably be an understatement.
"They're landing! Finally they're going to get Alex out of there." She turned to Blunt, "I'll get the medical teams ready for when they arrive."
"I don't think you need to worry about that Mrs Jones, they still might not get out of there alive." She looked at him stubbornly.
"it's still good to keep your hopes up, although you never let yourself have any feelings I'm surprised you know what the word means." With that she left the room and Blunt was left to watch the progress of his special ops team alone.
It was all Alex's fault, he knew; his fault. He'd made a mistake and Ben had payed the price. Maybe if he had thought things through more, he was always the brains when it came to the planning; Ben was the expert on everything mechanical. It was his plans that got Ben killed. It was all him. And now the SAS team would pay big as well, just to get him out of danger. How many more people will get hurt or killed because of him?
He didn't really want to think about an answer to that. He knew it would end up with a large number of fatalities in front of him.
All Eagle could think about was Alex, with the exception of the occasional thought of Fox that popped into his head. He could see him, hiding behind the car, blood on his hands, tear streaks over his face. This was what happened when someone couldn't handle the life of an MI6 agent. And he was angry, and he vented it all at Blunt…and also on the on coming men in grey. He wasn't normally like this, calm and controlled was the way he was taught to do things. But he had a reason to be like this today and that was because of the boy that he seemed to owe so much to. He wasn't going to let him down; especially there was no Fox to look after him anymore.
Alex was still in a shooting spree. He could see the SAS team moving slowly toward him, and he wish that he could send them away. He'd been trying to give them hand signals so they would retreat, to tell them that he had it all under control. They didn't seem to think he was right, so they kept coming, only shooting if they were shot at.
Strangely he recognised the man at the front, it was Wolf. There seemed to be something about that man that held a certain air of command. And the person behind him was defiantly Eagle, no one else would have been proud or weird enough to put a badge of their name on there belt. The Sergeant hadn't approved but had lost at a verbal argument that it wouldn't do any harm in having it on there.
He watched helplessly as they got closer and gave regularly shots to the men in grey but manly focused his attention on the approaching SAS men. It was a few more minutes til Wolf reached him.
"Cub, "he said in greeting, "move quickly, we have to get you out of here." Alex didn't move.
"I'm not going anywhere until they're all down." Wolf hesitated. He was surprised at Cubs answer. He had never been the violent type before.
By now a few more of the men had reached him and they all got into crouching positions behind the car to shade them from the bullets. The grey men didn't seem to have very could aim, other than the sniper who had shot down the car and was no longer to be found. Wolf gave a side long glance toward Eagle.
"We're on sticked orders to get you out of this as soon as we make contact with you." It was Eagle this time; Wolf must have thought he would have better influence on him, "please don't make it hard for us Alex."
There we go using the real name, defiantly trying to get personal. He shook his head.
"I think they should learn what happens when they kill one of us." It was Wolf's turn to shake his head. He glanced at someone behind him.
"Sorry Cub, this is the only option left." Wolf glanced again and just as Alex was forming the word 'what?' a sharp pain emerged in the back of his head, then nothing.
Mr Blunt, to put it simply, was angry: Angry at SAS, angry at the news team, and most of all angry at whomever was responsible for this mess.
Mrs Jones was, unfortunately for her, was at the receiving end of his frustration. In all her years she had worked with him she had never experienced his anger, and she'd always hoped she'd never have to. Unluckily her wish hadn't come true. So she stood there; sucking on a peppermint, concentrating on anything other than Mr Blunts words.
"This is unacceptable, Mrs Jones, unacceptable! We will have the press all over us and not to mention the government! They will be wanting to know how on earth one of our secret operations got on live television. And the SAS team! What a blow that was to there career, spent half the time watching the scene unfold from above. Not very good looking if they try to go for another job I tell you! And Alex, boy is he in for some trouble. He shouldn't have ever let this mess happen! He's seventeen now! Been in this job for, how many years...three that's right, and he still is making mistakes –"
"He's human; of cause he will make mistakes Blunt."
He sent her a glare, showing that he didn't appreciate her butting in to his raving, and it surprised him that he felt the urge to tell her to shut up and listen. But he checked himself and continued. "It doesn't matter Mrs Jones he should know better –"
"He's a boy; he should still be in School."
"I am aware of that, but he in the end decided to come and work for us part time while we payed for a tutor to come and teach him when he is at home."
"Maybe he wouldn't have if he was given a choice."
They both glared at each other and Mr Blunt was the first to break the uncomfortable silence; "None of that matters Mrs Jones, he made a mistake and will be punished for it,"
Eagle knew what was coming. It wasn't going to be pretty. Him and Wolf were going to a whipping. He looked at Blunts face expectantly, it was...blunt really. Eagle could have almost laughed. He never thought someones name could suit one so well.
He would have only laughed all the more if he knew that was everyone's thoughts when they first met Mr Blunt.
"How long is it supposed to take you on a mission like that?" Blunt folded his hands and leaned his head against them. His eyes felt like they were burning holes. Eagle shrugged and looked away, next to him he felt Wolf do a similar action.
"Twenty minutes." He told them, "at them most, and do you know how long it took you and your team?" he paused, more shrugging, "almost fifty! Forty-eight to be exact! That is a very embarrassing prospect for not only the SAS but also for MI6. It was one of our agents that was out there, and you are the ones that we look at first when we are recruiting." He stood and walked over to the window. It was nearly sun rise and lack of sleep was taking its toll on him. The SAS men's eyes didn't follow him, but stayed averted to where he was seated moments before.
"This shows to the public," he continued turning back to face the two men, "that this is what all our agents are like and is how they all operate, and that gentlemen, is something that I do not what anyone to even think about thinking it!" he walked back to his desk and pulled out a file, placing it in front of him as he sat down, "you are lucky everyone came out with there lives, especially Mr Rider." He waved a hand at them, "you may go." Wolf and Eagle glanced at each other, then tried to walk out as fast as possible without making to obvious to the door. They felt relieved; somehow Blunts out burst wasn't as bad as they made out. But the thing they didn't know was that Blunt already had a nice talk with the sergeant and for the next few weeks they and their team were the ones replacing the cleaners for the new recruits.
He didn't want to wake. He wanted to float in the emptiness of sleep forever. He didn't want to face reality again; sure enough the future will be worse than the past. He was thinking that as he woke. The first thing that met his eyes was a grey concrete wall. It wasn't the nicest thing to wake up to. But looking around the room there wasn't very many nice things in here anyway.
Alex sat up, groaning as he did so. Man his head hurt! He reached a hand up and placed it there. A bandage was rapped around it. Strange; he didn't remember ever getting hit in the head.
The sound of voices travelled down the corridor. They seemed to be shouting.
"When I told before if we needed to hit him, you were just going to wack him enough to knock him out, or make him dazed!"
"I hit him like you told me captain; you said knock him out so I did!"
"But I didn't say that hard!"
Alex listened closely. One of the voices was oddly familiar, but the other was new. He sat there, staring at the ground, arms resting on his legs, his hands clasped in front of him.
"Next time, you do as I tell you, and never! Ever! Hit an agent that hard again alright?"
"Yes sir." The other voice was defiantly Wolf and the one who just spoke must be new, since Alex had never heard his voice before. The footsteps continued.
Alex didn't move but simply closed his eyes, what would he give to be asleep again. The footsteps ceased, it seemed, right outside his door. A jangle of keys and the clinking noise of a lock told him they were coming in, and the two men gave the impression of thinking he would still be sleeping when Wolf exclaimed; "Cub, you're awake!"
"There we have it people this catastrophe is at an end. Civilians whose cars have been too badly damaged are being given rides by the police to their homes.
Luckily the death told rate has been only one, as far as we have heard and it was from the shoot out, and luckily it wasn't one of the citizens but a man clad in grey.
The boy behind the car has now been carried to safety, but the SAS had to use force to get the boy away from the car, the shock of this happening seemed to have been too much for him.
That's it from me, Lana Lois, channel nine."
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