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I just now realized that when I wrote the disclaimer in one of the earlier chapters I didn't say that it counted for all the chapters, so here it is.
Alex Rider and all of the original characters belong to Anthony Horowitz. I'm a girl, so how could my name be Anthony! (This counts for all chapters)
Alex reached the large bank of elevators just as the one Camille was in had departed. Pressing the down button he leaned against the cool marble covered wall and waited. What the hell was going on? Who was Camille? What did the CIA have to do with this? So many questions flew through his head.
The elevator was the same as always, but with even more security features then his last visit. He made his way quickly through the marble lobby, and out the large doors, onto the now dark London streets. The slightly cool breeze whipping through the air was a welcome break from the sweltering island of Corsica. It was only now that he realized he would be going home for one night before heading over to America.
Jack would be hysterical when he got home. When he told her he had to leave for another mission tomorrow she would probably faint. His mind wandered to all of the friends he had left behind at Brookland. What was the new rumor about him? Was he a murderer or… his mind stopped there. The problem with that rumor was it wasn't a rumor, it was true. Alex was a murderer; he had killed plenty of people, maybe in self defense, but that didn't change the fact that they were dead.
His feet automatically carried him home; he reached the front door just as it was wrenched open. A Jack clothed in a dressing gown stood in the doorway, wet hair dripping over the floor. She gasped at the sight of him before quickly pulling him into a bone crushing hug. "I haven't seen you in nearly a month!"
"I know, I've been," he hesitated, "busy."
"Well now that your home you can go back to school. You must have so many assignments to catch up with!"
"Jack…"
"What? Not MI6 again?"
Alex decided against telling her now, he would have to tell her later obviously, but he didn't want to spoil her however momentary happiness with bad news, "Nothing. I've missed you too."
"You must be hungry; do you want anything to eat?"
"Sure," he followed Jack to the kitchen, happy to be out of the bone crushing hug.
Jack set about making Alex something to eat while Alex sat down at the table, leaning on his hand. After five minutes of silence Jack finally spoke, "What is going on lately? I haven't seen you for a month. No call, nothing to even hint that you were…"
Alex knew what she was about to say. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. He finally decided to tell her the truth, or part of it anyway, "I've been in Corsica. MI6 sent me on vacation there actually."
Jack was taken aback at this. "Oh, that is nice of them."
"I guess if you can call Blunt and Jones 'nice'"
Jack set a large bowl of vegetable soup on the table in front of Alex. He took a particularly large spoonful and was rewarded with what felt like a blistering throat. Jack took this as an opportunity to question him without interruption, "How was vacation?"
Alex swallowed the scalding mouthful, "Fine."
Jack had a distant look in her eyes, "You need to get some sleep, it's almost midnight."
Without a word Alex pushed the soup away-he hadn't been very hungry in the first place- and climbed the stairs that led to his bedroom. He breathed in the familiar smell and felt all his muscles relax. For one blessed night he would be home, no evil madmen chasing him around, no weird henchmen shooting at him, and no MI6. He fell asleep fully clothed, knowing he had to rise early in the morning.
Camille sat with her legs crossed and arms folded. She was sitting in the back of a limousine waiting for a fair haired boy to come out of his home. "Finally," she murmured. The boy had just come out of his house.
Seconds later the door flew open and Alex slid inside. Camille's face was as expressionless as last time he had seen her, but the rest of her looked different. Her eyes were a deep brown; he could only assume she had been wearing color contacts the day before. Her normally curly hair was bone straight and pulled back into a tight ponytail. If he didn't know better he would have thought she was a different person.
The ride to the airport was as uneventful as ever. Camille didn't say one word, and Alex had log ago given up trying to talk to her. When they reached the terminal the driver opened up the door and the two teenagers clambered out.
Alex checked his watch; they had one hour before their flight was to leave in about one hour. He knew they would spend the majority of that time filtering through security. Glancing around he noticed Camille was gone. It was a few moments before he noticed her at the front of the First Class check-in line.
Walking up and standing next to her he watched as she handed the attendant her passport and his, which she had pulled out of his hand. The lady typed something into the computer in front of her. Her heavy brows furrowed and she gave Camille and Alex a once over. After apparently satisfied they were the ones the passports belonged to she handed them their boarding passes.
Camille proceeded over to the security queue and leaned on the rail that corralled the huge mass of people into one line. Alex just then noticed her bag, it wasn't special looking but guessed it held a gun. He leaned over and hissed in her ear, "You can't bring a gun on the plane."
Her lips barely moved, "I'm not. Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Not wanting to answer that question he turned his attention to the ever approaching front of the queue. There was a metal detector alongside x-ray machines for carry on luggage. Beyond the metal detectors there were five uniformed me just waiting for the familiar beeping of the detector.
Camille stepped up, showed her passport and boarding pass to the uniformed man standing in front of the detector. She put her bag on the conveyor belt that would bring it through the x-ray machine.
She walked forward and Alex breathed a sigh of relief that it didn't go off. At least she didn't try to bring a gun on the plane. Alex barely knew her, yet she seemed like the type of person who would break all the rules to get what she wanted.
Following her through after showing the security man his passport and boarding pass he heard the familiar beeping sound that meant he had metal on him. A man walked up to him with a hand held metal detector and started to scan over him. A beep near the zipper on his jacket alerted the guard and Alex was allowed to walk on through.
As the pair walked to the gate Camille stopped Alex in the middle of a crowd of people and handed him a small black bag she had pulled out of her large handbag, without a word.
"What's this?"
She kept looking pointedly away from Alex, "A gun."
"I thought you said you didn't bring any?"
She started to walk toward the gate. When Camille did speak her voice sent a chill down Alex's spine, "I lied."
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