Alex was hopping around in agitation when Byrne walked into the room. "We're flying them over on Concorde. They'll be here in –" he checked his watch – "Three hours."
Alex fell back into a chair. "Can we send some of your people onto the mountain?"
"Already have. They're engaging the forces at the bottom of the mountain so Scorpia's attention is turned two ways. Hopefully that'll lighten your sister's load. And I've just got a call from Blunt. Some of his agents are coming with your friends. They'll join my men while you and the other six take care of the top."
"Thanks, Mr. Byrne. I mean that, even if I don't have the enthusiasm to make it sound sincere."
Byrne shrugged. "Like you said, Alex. We owe you."
Alexandra was single-handedly holding back what seemed like the entire task force of Scorpia and was tiring rapidly. She'd given Tom the pistol and was clawing, ripping and tearing at the enemy.
"This is like a war zone," panted Tom from beside her.
"It is a war zone," she grunted. "Don't talk unless necessary. Takes energy." She caught a glimpse out the window. At the bottom of the mountain, there were more people. Her heart sank. Then Alexandra caught sight of the fighting. The black-uniformed Scorpia agents were mixed up with men wearing green. American soldiers. Alexandra's heart rose again, far past it's usual spot. Alex was arriving.
Apparently not.
The soldiers were making no move to climb the mountain and Alex had promised a chopper. No helicopters were in sight. Alexandra swallowed the rising fear and fought on.
Three tormented hours later, K unit, Ben, Yassen and most of MI6 walked in. "Finally," breathed Alex. "You know what you're up against?"
"It's all over the news, 'Lex," said Wolf. "Even in England. A mountain covered in Scorpia is kinda hard to miss."
"No time to talk," said Byrne. "I'm sending a tank and two helicopters. K unit, Ben, Yassen and Alex will be in a chopper. MI6 will divide into the other transport. I trust you all brought your own guns?"
Everyone but Alex unsheathed a firearm.
"Good."
"I want one too," said Alex. "Alexandra has a pistol and her claws. That's all I left her with. I need a gun."
Alexandra's muscles were screaming. The gun was empty and one of her claws had broken off. She was about to faint. Tom already had. She'd been hit by bullets multiple times. Tyler and another ski instructor had tried to help her, but by now Tyler's shoulder was dislocated and the other was dead. Alexandra was fighting a double battle. One with Scorpia, one with the sense of betrayal.
Where was Alex?
Then half the roof caved in, luckily towards the front of the building, crushing many of the Scorpia agents. Through the gaping hole she saw a chopper and her heart lifted. Yassen's face could be clearly seen through the windscreen. Ben was in the co-pilot's seat. And Alex was hanging out the door, sub-machine gun in his hand and a look of fury on his face. He was mowing down Scorpia agents before he'd touched the floor.
Alexandra passed out with a smile.
Have you noticed that my action scenes aren't very long? I mean, in It began with Christmas, the chapter where they kill Grief is like, 300 words max. anyhoo, tell me if you liked it, or you hated it. In a REVIEW, obviously!
