Sixth Chapter – Sorta like a filler - sorry

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"Do you know how to drive?" Echo asked Alex as they dodged security cameras around MI6 Headquarters.

"No, do you?" asked Alex, not expecting a positive answer.

"Only manual cars. I never quite got the hang of automatics."

Alex looked at her in surprise. "How old are you, anyway?"

"I'm twenty next month."

Echo didn't look it in the small light that the sun gave them at this time of the morning. But as Alex looked closer, he could see her dirt-streaked face was making her look younger than she really was. Her black, curly hair covered most of her face as well. Even though she was short, she looked older, now that he knew how old she really was. And her hands gave her away – they had a strangely 'old' look about them.

"Come on, let's keep going down this road." Echo pointed to a dingy side street full of cars parked on the side and tipped over rubbish bins.

The sun was rising quickly and the streets began to fill slowly: drunks from bars, early risers, keen business men. Alex wondered whether Echo's appearance would attract attention. She was wearing handcuffs.

"I'm so stupid," muttered Echo, whacking a hand to her forehead. Alex stopped walking and looked at her curiously. Echo pulled a hairclip from her hair and twisted it around in her hands. She slipped her nail under a small catch and flipped the clip open. She inserted the clip into her handcuffs and they opened as she turned it.

With a look of triumph on her face, Echo walked to the nearest car and slipped the clip through its lock. The car was expensive looking.

"Are you insane?" hissed Alex, looking around for witnesses. "You can't steal that car – it's not yours."

"Isn't that the definition of stealing?" asked Echo. "Besides, I'm not stealing it. Look, there is MI6, right?" she said, pointing to the bank. "And we are pretty close. I'm only creating a distraction." She crouched down then opened the car door.

Alex cringed as the alarm went off.

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"I'm not walking any further until you tell me who you are, why you are here, what you want and–"

"I'll tell you if you promise to listen," interrupted Echo, turning around. She and Alex had walked through the back streets around MI6 for twenty minutes before Alex decided to speak up. They were still close to the bank thanks to Alex's plan – "They will expect us to get as far away as possible. We stay close and hidden."

Not waiting for Alex's reply, she kept walking. Alex caught up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, spinning her around. "Tell me now!" Alex demanded, attracting the attention of other people along the street.

"If I tell you, it's not going to be until I trust you. Right now we need to get out of the country."

"Get out of the country?" asked Alex. "Why would we do that?"

"You need to meet someone who can give you the answers to all your questions. Please, come with me. You can't stay here," pleaded Echo.

"Why should I trust you?" asked Alex. "You don't trust me."

"Because I'm the only life-line you have left."

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Author's Note:

God, I feel so guilty. I haven't written for ages and then I go and give you guys this teency paragraph. To make it up to you, I swear I will devote more time to you all.