Chapter Seven, knockout
Alex stared at Erin. He didn't know wether to laugh or run. She watched him levelly, never blinking.
"You're…serious?" He asked slowly, hoping he'd heard incorrectly. Erin looked annoyed.
"If I wasn't, why would I be carrying two guns with me everywhere? Why would I be able to match you in combat skills? Why would MI6…" She cut off suddenly, looking nervous. Alex however jumped on the scrap of information.
"MI6? Why would they what?" He demanded. Erin just picked up her Glock and shook her head.
"Nothing, I got a little carried away." She muttered, holstering the weapon. Alex didn't want to give up that easily.
"It wasn't getting carried away, you are involved with MI6. Tell me what's going on!" Alex half yelled. Erin cast an exasperated look in his direction.
"Rider, I'm warning you, messing with me is one step removed from suicide."
He stood his ground resolutely.
"Yeah sure it is. I'm not leaning until you tell me what's going on and why Mi6 is involved in this."
Erin stalked forward.
"You won't leave me alone?" She asked quietly. Alex shook his head mulishly.
"Fine!" she snapped and bashed her head into his. Alex passed out, stars blinking in front of him before dissolving into darkness. Erin stepped over him nonchalantly, walking out into the evening. She had a job to do; no schoolboy was going to stop her. For someone in London, tonight was the last evening they'd ever see.
