Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider and *sob* don't remind me.
Chapter 12
Now that they knew more about each other, it would make sense for there to be less tension between the four moles. Somehow, though, there was more tension than ever. They had less than a month until the world as they knew it would end, and Sabina was having a hard time convincing her parents she was with Anna and Anna that she was with her parents. If Sabina's parents decided to call Anna or her parents to talk to Sabina, the jig would be up. Meanwhile, none of the spies had any idea how to stop the Creators.
"We could set the mutants free," suggested Sabina, looking up from her phone. The four of them were in Alex's room brainstorming ways to save the world.
"They'd only be delayed," Ben said. "In a few months, they'd have a whole new army ready."
"Besides, we don't want to blow our cover," Alex said.
"Right now the mutants are trained to kill," David pointed out. "We can't let them out or they'll kill the citizens of Copenhagen. And as fun to watch as that may be, we can't kill thousands of people."
"Fun to watch?" Alex repeated. "Someone's sadistic today. What if we got them to kill Nathan and Jillian? Right now, this is like a snake. If we cut of the snakes head, the rest of the body will die." (AN: SNAKEHEAD!)
"Unless it's a chicken," David mused. "Chickens can survive for a while even if their heads are cut off."
"Oooookay," Sabina said. "Does anyone have any non-morbid thoughts they would like to share now?"
"I think Cub, I mean Alex, actually has a good idea," Ben said.
"Alex had a good idea?" Sabina gasped in faux-surprise. "Is the apocalypse happening?"
"It will happen in a couple weeks if we don't figure something out," David snapped.
"Okay, calm down," Ben said. "Like Sabina said a couple days ago, none of us have failed a mission yet. We'll figure something out. Is there any reason we can't get the mutants to kill Nathan and Jillian?"
"They're the only ones who can control the mutants," David said. "So once they're dead, the mutants will basically go berserk and kill everyone in this compound."
"Unless we threatened them," Sabina sat up. "You guys have weapons, right?" When they nodded, she went on eagerly. "If we managed to gain control over the Snapps, we could make them kill the mutants!"
"Just two things, Sab," Alex said. "First of all, it's the Sharpes, not the Snapps. And second, it would be a lot easier to kill the mutants ourselves than threaten the Sharpes and make them kill the mutants."
"Oh," Sabina blushed. "Right. I knew that."
"So how do we kill the mutants?" Ben asked.
"Wait a minute..." Alex said slowly. "When Smithers gave me my gadgets, he said the book will 'knock the person or animal that its aimed at unconscious.' There are settings, so if we could turn it up high enough..."
"It would kill them," Sabina finished for him. "But won't it take too long to kill all of them if we have to do it one-by-one?"
"I have something that could help with that," David spoke up. "In my left glove, there's a poisonous gas. The labs have their own ventilation system. We could kill them all at once by releasing it in there."
"That might work," Ben commented. "But during the lecture, Nathan talked about the intensive security in the labs. It would be really hard to get through."
"I've walked on land mines without setting them off," Alex pointed out. "How hard can it be?"
Later...
"Hey, Chris?" David asked, walking up to him. The burly security guard was standing by the entrance to the labs.
"Hey, man!" Chris grinned at him. "What's up?"
"Well..." David looked around like he was worried someone might overhear. "Can we talk somewhere more private?" Chris looked a little taken aback by his request, but nodded his assent and gestured David into a separate room.
"I hate to have to be the one to say this," David said, leaning forward. "But we have spies from MI6 in our midst."
"What!?" Chris said, his eyes growing large. "How do you know? Who is it?"
"I don't know who it is," David answered. "But when I was leaving breakfast this morning, I overheard a man and woman talking about how easy it would be to sneak in at night and kill all the mutants. The woman said MI6 would promote them if they could do it two nights from now."
"Well, they won't find it that easy," Chris said arrogantly, puffing out his chest like a bullfrog (AN: try to picture that in your mind. A bullfrog with a mans face. XD).
"You know, my dad was a security guard at a prison," David said. "He taught me a bit about the profession, and I'd love to help you out. Maybe I could take the night shift two nights from now?"
"That would be perfect," Chris admitted. "The guard who was scheduled to take that shift fell off his balcony this morning and broke his legs." David made a mental note to thank Alex.
"I'm an insomniac anyways," David said. "I promise I won't fall asleep on the job."
"Dude, thanks so much," Chris said. "Don't tell the Sharpes, but I have a date in town that night that I don't want to miss."
"No problem," David said. "I only wish I had a date." He laughed with Chris, grinning on the inside. They'd picked that date for the "traitors" to attempt murder for that specific reason.
"Come on," Chris said, standing and beckoning for David to follow him. "I'll show you the security blueprints for the labs. There's a lot of security on them, but the security guards know all the tricks for not setting off the alarms." David, who had suspected something of the sort, feigned shock and admiration as the older man taught him how to not show up on the cameras, how to deactivate the lasers and land mines, where to move to stay just out of range of the motion sensors, and where all of the razor-sharp trip wires were.
Of course, all of this was written down because of his "poor memory." Then it was reviewed a second time to make sure he didn't forget anything. Luckily for David, he had a photographic memory.
