Epilogue:

2.5 Years Later

The man's phone rang in his pocket, disturbing the silent air of his office. He sighed and put his pen down on the report he was going over. He really needed to get that report done with. He had procrastinated looking over it for two days now. But he still welcomed the interruption of it. Paperwork was not the funnest thing in the world.

But he was not even able to answer the phone in peace. A knock sounded on his door just as he was reaching for the phone.

"Come in," he called. He had no clue as to who would be on the other side of that door, and as head of the CIA, it might be important to figure that out first.

The door opened, admitting Ben Daniels into the room. Mr. Byrne smiled. Agent Daniels was his highest ranking agent, and the current father of one John Daniels, AKA Alex Rider.

"Have a seat, Ben. I'll be with you right after I answer this blasted cell phone," Byrne instructed.

"Of course," Ben nodded in agreement. Though, Ben knew who was calling, and he had a feeling Mr. Byrne was not going think so poorly of his cell phone in a minute.

"Byrne here," Mr. Byrne said into the phone.

"Put me on speaker phone," the voice instructed him. "I know Ben's in your office. He said he wanted to listen in."

Mr. Byrne looked curiously at Ben who simply nodded at him.

"Who is this?" Mr. Byrne asked after putting the phone on speaker and placing it on his long forgotten paperwork.

"Oh…just a guy looking for work. I hear the spying industry has great insurance and I decided to look into it. I mean, my skills might be a little bit rusty after two and a half years and all, but that's why I sent Ben in. To give me a good recommendation."

"Alex?" Mr. Byrne asked, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Yup. I was wondering if you had a job available for me. I'm done with school now-at least as far as I want to go. And it's not like I dislike the intelligence department-just the blackmailing part- and I know that won't happen from you. Plus I hear that you could use a new top agent. I hear he's really old and totally incompetent at his job. Rumor has it that he's even taken advice from a teenager in the past. I mean, who would want a wacko like that working for them?"

Ben pulled a face, "Ha. Ha. Very funny. So you've finally ran out of original ideas for jokes?"

Mr. Byrne and Alex ignored Ben.

"Alex. For you, there's always a spot open in the CIA. There has been ever since I first met you. And anyways, we wouldn't want these old agents to get too big of an ego boost. How long do you think it will be before you claim the title from your dad?"

Alex pretended to think it over, "Ohh…I don't know. Three missions tops. After all, he still is using advice given to him by a teenager."

Mr. Byrne laughed, "Even if that teenager was MI6's top agent and a secret lethal weapon."

"Exactly. Oh, and I'm also thinking about calling up Blunt sometime…you know, just to see how he reacts to his dead lethal weapon being alive and the CIA's top agent."

Ben and Byrne laughed, "That should be an interesting conversation. Why don't you call him from my office. Then we can all laugh together."

Ben smiled, "Yes. This is not a conversation I want to miss."

A/N: That's all there is, folks. The end. There isn't anything more. End of the story. Sorry. You can make you own predictions on how Blunt reacts. Hope you enjoyed it!

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