"Mr. Kurst? Who's that?" asked Austin. "Trust me; you really don't want to know." Said Alex, scanning the man (let's call him bob). "what does Kurst want?" asked Alex, finding what he was looking for, the glint of a handgun "He wants to tell you; times up . Let the games begin." Bob said. "Alright we get the message. Now go run along and tell Kurst that Alex rider said to kiss my ass" said Alex. "You're Alex rider?" asked bob. "In the flesh" replied Alex. "Well then, Mr. Kurst and Mrs. Rothman will be happy I did this." Said bob reaching into his jacket. But Alex was prepared for this. Alex pushed Austin and Trish, who was sleeping on the counter, into the floor behind the counter and then gestured for ally to get down as he dove in the opposite direction. Bob, thanks to Alex, forgot all about Austin and fired three shots at Alex, who was in mid-dive. One shot hit a wall, the second shattered a display case and the third hit its mark.
Alex felt pain shoot up his leg and knew he was hit, and landing on a pile of glass from the display case didn't help either. "Freeze!" Alex heard a police man yell. Bob turned and fired out the door. Big mistake Alex thought. Seizing hold the opportunity Alex took an acoustic guitar, which was in the display case, and snuck up behind bob and, with all his might, struck bob on the right temple (1) and feinted. (2)
Shh-bam! Bob gone, Alex out cold, and sonic boom near to destroyed. All of this in such a short chapter. By the way it's short because I wrote this in class today and was too lazy to write more. Sorry.
The right temple , if struck hard enough , can and will kill you
From loss of blood.
Well bye-bye, ta-ta, adios! Me sign off now, hasta luego!
- Thomas