A/N: I'm back! It's been a week, so I am going to try to update today! And please tell me if this story is worth continuing. Or if the plot is very boring. I'm not going off something, I'm just thinking it up as I go. I'm not a very good writer, but I do get very encouraging reviews, so yah! I think I'm going to wait to completely edit this story till I'm finished with it. I might fix up some grammar mistakes typing mistakes.

Alex stormed into the 'bank'. Well, he walked very briskly. Alex shook his head, clearing out those thoughts. The only thing on his mind was Blunt.

The desk clerk glanced up at him as he stopped before her. The security officer looked straight ahead, not staring at anything. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, smiling at Alex sweetly.

Alex gave her a faint smile. "I would like to speak to Mr. Blunt."

"Okay, she murmured, typing away at the computer. She frowned and looked up at Alex. "I'm afraid there is not a Mr. Blunt. Are you sure that is his name?"

"Yes. He is the head of the bank." Alex insisted.

"I don't think that's true," she said, looking deep in thought, as if she was trying to remember.

"I know he is here!" Alex said, getting angry.

The security officer stepped in. "He doesn't work here, she told you. If that is all you were hear for, than you can leave." Alex rolled his eyes. This happened when he tried to prove to Sabina that MI6 really used him. But this time there was no other person here. Blunt was just being plain stubborn.

The clerk nodded all of a sudden. They both turned to her. "Oops! I was wrong actually. A mistype. You can go on up, Alex." The security officer stepped back and nodded to Alex. Alex warily walked over to the elevator. Blunt must of told her, or else she wouldn't have known Alex's name. He was playing with him. That only made him even more mad.

Alex waited as the elevator continued up and was probably scanning for any threats. When Alex arrived at the right floor, he walked calmly up the office he knew by heart. He released the breath he had been holding and knocked. Silence. Then, "Come in,"

Alex squared his shoulders then walked in. The office was clean, with no personal belongings. Only a desk, cabinet and a desk lamp with two chairs facing the desk. Behind the desk sat the one and only, Alan Blunt. Mrs. Jones was nowhere to be found. "She is currently talking to another agent at the moment, but if you would like, yo could come back at a later moment." Blunt said, a fake smile plastered onto that plain face. It seemed that Mr. Blunt did not want to speak to him. Well, today was the day when he was denied what he wanted.

"I don't want to speak to Mrs. Jones, I want to speak to you." Alex replied, watching as Blunt rearranged a single piece of paper, just to put it in the exact same spot it had been in.

Finally, Blunt looked at him. "I don't recall anything that had to be spoken between us." he said, right eyebrow raised.

"Really? Do you remember telling us over the phone that I was to be at school one week, then the next here?"

Blunt shrugged. "Yes, but I don't see what the problem is."

Alex tensed his jaw up. "Then I guess you're too stupid to realize how this will make matters worse."

Blunt didn't even blink to being called stupid. It wasn't as if he would fire him. Alex knew that Blunt needed him more than Alex needed him. "And how is that?" he asked.

"Students question me gone enough as it is. They won't believe that I'm at a rehab every other week. No one looking like me could be that sick. You might as well just tell them that I'm a spy."

Blunt's eye twitched. Finally. A spark a emotion. "That is not acceptable, agent, and you know it. We can't let you get out of shape."

It was Alex's turn to raise an eyebrow. "That's your excuse? Please. And what will I be doing the week I'm not on a mission?"

"You will actually be tutored, Alex, along with some other things to prepare you."

Alex turned his angry gaze to the wall, before turning back to Blunt. "What if I refuse?" he asked.

Blunt shrugged, no emotion. Alex knew what was coming next. "Then I'm afraid that you will have to be taken fro-"

"Fine, whatever you want." Alex muttered, interrupting his speech.

Blunt looked up, actually looking pleased.

"But," Alex said. Blunt narrowed his eyes sharply. "If you continue the blackmail, no matter what it is, I'll quit. If you are reasonable, I won't fight back. I'll want you want. As long as you give Wolf a income for taking care of me. And me one. I might be more willing if you actually pay me, idiot. But I'm not just doing a mission randomly. I'll do it on my time, or you'll see what you have made me become."

Blunt nodded faintly. He actually looked a little pale. Good. Alex stood up and left for Wolf's.

When he got there, he found Wolf sitting on the couch, watching some action film. He turned it off, though, when he saw Alex. "What took you so long? It's five o' clock."

Alex smiled faintly. "Some of my friends just wanted to play some football, so I went with them."

Wolf nodded. "That's good, Alex. I'm glad that you are interacting with your friends again. Just try next time to call me if you do so I'll know."

"You never gave me your phone number, Wolf."

"Oh," Wolf blushed. "Gimme' your phone then."

Alex handed over his phone, and Wolf entered his phone number into Alex's, then put Alex's into his. "Sorry about that."

"No problem. I'm going to head upstairs and finish up some homework."

Wolf nodded again. Alex headed up stairs. When he got to his room, he sat on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. When had lying become that easy? It sickened him. He sat back all the way. "This is messed up." he whispered.

A/N: yeah, it's just a little over 1,000 words, but I am trying to write a couple hundred words a day. It is my grandma's birthday today! I got icecream cake. *sighs* If you havrn't had any, you should. Go to Diary Queen. You can buy a large for about 25$. And don't forget to ask for that crispy chocolate thing in the middle.

ANYWAY, I updated, so...

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