How excited is everyone for the weekend? I can't wait. I'm exhausted :D. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider.
The man—his name unimportant, his identity unsure—stood at the threshold to a locked bedroom, listening to a boy scream. He had an air of assurance about him, and seemed far from surprised by the incident. His posture was straight and unruffled. Actually, he was smiling.
The boy was being deliberately obstinate. His perseverance was admirable, though rather irritating. They had asked him—politely, at first, but now less so—where the guerilla group was hiding. The boy had not yet revealed the answer—or, indeed, any clues at all—but the man wasn't worried.
Because everyone was breakable.