Lexi's P.O.V.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Where the hell is this place at? Okay I give; I've been freaking walking all over the place for an hour. I'm asking the next person who walks by me where the hell this place could possibly be located. Oh look, here comes someone now.
"Excuse me sir, but could you by any chance tell me where the Royal and General Bank is?" He looks to be in his late thirties, early forties I'd say. The only thing really noticeable about him is that nothing about him stands out. He's like a completely average looking man.
"Why yes I can young lady. I'm actually on my way there right now. I can show you if you like." Okay so either this guy is really a spy, but that's like a one in one hundred chance, or he's a creeper and this could go horrifyingly wrong. Oh well, it's worth a shot. I mean I am lost and all.
"That would be great thanks!" I really hope I didn't just walk into a trap. I've better be on my guard.
We walked down the street and turned left, walked another two blocks, turned right, and walked up to the front doors of the building. Carp, I wasn't even in the right neighborhood. I must look really stupid. When we walked through the front doors the first thing I noticed was that either they have way different banks here or someone really needs to redecorate to match the cover story. I bet I could redecorate this place myself.
"I see you found her Crawley, you can take her up." Oh this is embarrassing. They had people out looking for me! Not a good way to start out. Shit, that means I kept Alex waiting. I wonder what he thinks of me?
"Um excuse me but this her has a name." The lady at the front desk smiled.
"Of course you do young lady, but you're late so you better go up to Mr. Blunt's office right now Lexi." Creepy lady at the front desk knows my name. Okay, I'm going to stop talking before thinking now. I could really humiliate myself into another lifetime, not the best idea.
"Come on now follow me," said Mr. Crawley. I followed him down the hall to the elevator. We took it up and when the doors opened he didn't move.
"It's the third door on your right."
"You're not coming?"
"No, I think you can handle getting there yourself." With that the doors closed and I was standing on the other side of them. Wow, the people here sure are nice now aren't they? Okay focus third door on the right. Here we are. I burst open the doors, which I really should stop doing, and the first thing I saw was an impatient looking British man. Maybe he wants an explanation?
"Sorry I'm late, I kind of got lost after the airport." The man, who I'm assuming is Mr. Blunt, looked annoyed with my weak excuse. The dark brown eyed teenager sitting in front of him however was trying not to laugh.
"And just what do you think is so funny?" I snapped at him. God this is so not my day and this kid has officially pushed me over my limit.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Who does this guy think he is anyways? Wait, hold on, teen guy + here in this room + hot = Oh my god. I just lost my temper at Alex Rider. Shit, why do I suck so much at first impressions? I hope he doesn't think that I'm crazy or something. Well I'm slightly crazy but isn't everyone?
"Hey, you're Alex Rider!" Yes! You are hotter in person! I gave him a once over. His light brown hair was starting to darken a bit and his bangs at some points were falling over his chocolate brown eyes. He was pretty well built; I bet he has at least a six pack. Over all I'd rate him a nine point five out of ten.
"Last time I checked I was." Someone's got a bit of an attitude, then again I do too so I shouldn't be talking. And he could be having a bad day, after all he did just find out a little while ago he was working with me.
"Let me tell you, you have one kick ass missions file. You've been all over the world and took out some big names!" Did I just sound too fan girlish? I think I might have.
"You were in my file?" If he was shocked he didn't show it. Someone's mastered the art of lying. Well, at least that makes one of us since I still slip up here and there.
"Yah, it was just some light reading before bed one night. By the way did you know that you're up there with some of the best spies?"
"Young lady are you telling me that the CIA gave you access to his file?" questioned a middle aged looking woman. She had short black hair that was poorly cut, and her dark colored eyes were boring into me. She looks like she could be quite scary at times.
"Are you kidding me? They didn't let me know that he was even real. I had to hack into the database from my laptop at home. I went through two firewalls, a nine digit code, and a password to get to it. Who are you by the way?"
"My name is Mrs. Jones and I'm the deputy head of Special Operations." Oh, that means she's a big shot around here.
"If you two are done getting to know each other now I would like to get you up to speed with your mission," said Mr. Blunt. I think he's a tad bit agitated. I don't really blame the man.
"As you both already know, someone is trying to sabotage the Summer Olympics. It's actually a very brilliant plan. All of the world's best are in the same concentrated area and if foul play was suspected or confirmed, it would be a major hit on the countries' egos. They would start pointing fingers at each other, and quite possibly we could have a cold war going on between most countries."
"But couldn't a cold war turn into World War III if the countries get pissed off enough?" I questioned. Does everything have to be determined through violence? Maybe kids should rule the world; we aren't as stupid as adults yet.
"That is something that very well could happen," said Mrs. Jones. Wow, I guess people really are that unintelligent. Oh no, we didn't win the gold medal, so let's go attack the people we think made us lose. Even in my head that sounds stupid.
"How did you conclude that someone ruining the Summer Olympics could turn into World War III?" asked Alex, "I mean really, isn't that taking it a bit too far now?" Hm… maybe he's right. That does sound a bit too far, but on the other hand countries these days; you never know what they'll do next. Hell, I bet they don't even know what they're going to do next.
"This someone happens to be an organization that has a history of stirring things up between countries for the right price. They call themselves Black Widow, after the poisonous spider." I gasped. Oh my god, no it can't be the same people, it's impossible. It… it…just can't be!
"People really need to stop naming their organizations after animals, it's getting old," said Alex. He turned and looked at me. He caught my distressed look and raised his eye brows at me. I shook my head and waved it off. I mean it can't be the same people right? RIGHT!? Okay, calm yourself Lexi, no need to worry yet.
"So, how are we supposed to know what these people look like? Do they have a symbol they wear like other organizations?"
"They all have a tattoo of a black widow spider somewhere on their body," I was saying the information out loud before I could stop myself, "it's usually somewhere that can easily be hidden by clothing or long hair. The worst part is that even the lowest level goons are top notch. Everyone in BW is an ex-agent from somewhere in the world, and I mean CIA, MI6, FBI, ASIS, NSA, you name it, they have someone from there." We are seriously in some deep shit with this mission.
Hmm… I wonder how Lexi knows about the Black Widow? What secrets from her past will we find out? Well, you'll just have to wait. Please R&R!