AN - This is my first fanfiction! YAY! anyway, i hope you like it! please Read and Review!
Alex slammed his locker door, his best friend, Tom Harris, glancing at him from across the hall.
"What's up?," he asked cautiously. When Alex was in a bad mood, he knew better than to get on his bad side, but he also knew what would happen if Alex was left to his own devices in a time like this.
"The usual MI6. They want me to go on another mission, this time I'd be going to America, the White House to be more precise. Sounds great, right? They want me to pretend I'm a regular kid on a regular field trip during an exchange student program. Again, sound great, right? Wrong, while pretending I'm a regular kid on a regular field trip they want me to spy on the staff. Apparently, they have a lead that one of the staff members is selling illegal information to local gang groups. You know, who has the drugs and who's about to get busted. The thing is, I'm supposed to be going with Jack to visit her family in Washington, D.C. That's why they want me to do this, they happen to find it convenient." Alex sprawled out, almost in one breath. He was really annoyed that MI6 kept doing this to him.
"Well, can't you just say 'sorry, I have plans, unless you haven't noticed I am a 16 year old high schooler whose guardian want to visit her family'?"
That's one of the things Alex loved about Tom. He was the one person he could really talk to about MI6. If he told Jack anything, she's just be worried out of her mind. He couldn't tell anyone else, and Tom listened. He could always manage - though Alex always wondered how - to get him to smile. Tom was the one there when his uncle died and they grew up together. Tom was about the same height as Alex, but Alex was built better, a wonder considering everything he'd been through the last few years. While Alex had fair hair that fell into his brown eyes, Tom had short brown hair with brown eyes.
"Unfortunately not, I think that might annoy Mr. Blunt. If I say no then he'll blackmail me or something like that. He's already done it once. Besides Mrs. Jones is with him on this one. She says it's completely fool proof, no danger whatsoever, just a little field trip. Except the only thing is it's never not dangerous. I remember that one mission in Point Blanc, 'oh, don't worry Alex, you'll do fine', oh, yes, and then I pretty much get cloned, and captured, and shot at, and chased down a mountain, then Wolf took a bullet for me, which by the way, getting shot hurts, then I exploded a helicopter, that part was fun, but getting knocked out in the snow, not so much. And to top it off, Smithers already gave me my gadgets, I think that's the only thing I ever have to look forward to on any of these missions I'm forced to go on!"
Alex was still on a rampage, but Tom was more than used to it. He felt that if Alex could go on dangerous mission, get shot, shot at, and chased, risking his life to stop the bad guys, then the least he could do was listen to Alex vent. It was actually almost comforting, knowing that Alex trusted him with this. He didn't sign a confidentiality agreement or anything, but Alex trusted him not to talk.
"Hey, we better go, you can tell me more about your 'exciting' adventures at lunch. Come on, the bells gonna ring." Tom said.
It was true, between rummaging through his locker to find his textbook and venting to Tom, they had lost track of time, the bell was going to ring any second and of they were late to class again, they'd definitely get a detention.
Great another thing for Jack to worry about. Alex thought grimly. He knew Jack was always worried out of her mind when he went on mission, and he didn't blame her for it, but he did think that she was watching too much t.v. Jack likes action movies and that doesn't help at all, so the last thing she needed to worry about was why Alex got a detention.
"Well, lets go then," he replied.
They jogged down the corridor to the last door on the right, and snuck through just as the bell rang. Their English teacher, Mr. Young, had his back to the door scribbling something on the whiteboard. He was in his early thirties with brown hair, short in the back while a little long in the front. It was all very Doctor Who but no one would call him out on it. His blue striped shirt was stark again the whiteboard. He wore regular blue jeans, and sneakers. Alex and Tom slid into their seats just as he turned around. They sat next to each other, like every other class they had together. In English, they always had the seats next to the window, looking over the field at the back of the school. Being on the second floor, they had a pretty good view. Gym class wasn't outside today so the bleachers were lonely, which made the view even better.
When Mr. Young turned around, the words he was scribbling became strikingly apparent.
'Pop Quiz'
Alex groaned. Tom looked at him curiously, he nodded at the board. Tom groaned as well. Mr. Young heard Alex, but Tom's following groan caught his attention.
"Yes, class," his eyes starting with the two boys and then beginning to rove around the room and to the other students, "you will be taking a quiz today!"
"But you didn't give us any time to study!" A student named Arthur called out, he had blond hair, blue eyes, rather tall for a sophomore.
"That, Arthur, is the point of a pop quiz!" Mr. Young called out good-naturedly. He grabbed a stack of papers off of his wooden desk, and started handing them out at random. He got to the two boys and winked. "Good luck." He knew neither boys had studied. It wasn't in Tom to study for anything, and while Alex occasionally studied for quizzes and tests, he just hadn't the time.
"I hope you all read the next chapter in Merlin!" Mr. Young called out. He finally arrived back at the front of the class, sitting down at his desk he called, "tests are out, no talking, when you're done with your test, stack them on the my desk."
He looked away from the class, and down at the paperwork on his desk, filing through papers.
The air was filled with the sound of scribbling as the students filled in the endless questions on the quiz. The first part was just basic vocabulary from different chapters in Merlin.
'If Uther was a tyrant he was...'
'The Knights were chivalrous in their various matched, meant that he was...'
And so on and so forth.
It wasn't until around the 20th question that something changed. Other than the sound of kids scribbling answers that barely made any sense on their short answer questions, there was a slight buzzing noise. Alex didn't think anything of it at first. Neither did Tom. After all, people were always taking tour guides around London, seeing the River Thames and everything, so neither thought there was anything particular about it. Then as it got closer, the buzzing go louder, Alex began to feel something. It was one of those feelings he got right when something was about to go wrong on a mission. Just that feeling in his stomach. He glanced over at Tom, who caught his gaze. Tom looked at Alex curiously, he had a look on his face like he was trying to get his bearings. He only ever had that look when he was concentrating. Tom squinted his eyes, trying to ask what was wrong, Alex just shrugged.
"Nothing, I hope." But Alex knew this feeling, something was happening, he didn't know what it was, any clue for that matter, but he knew the feeling.
A shadow passed over the window, splaying grey over his desk. The buzzing sound was now very loud, deafening even, as the windows were cracked open for air.
"What in the world?" said, wonderously.
The intercom crackled to life
"To students and faculty please stay in your respective classrooms, there has obviously been a mistake, as I'm sure you've all heard the helicopter in the roof, now again, please remain in your classrooms until everything is sorted out. Thank you."
The intercom fizzed out, and the class was left with the buzzing from the helicopter.
The feeling in Alex's stomach tripled in response.
Mr. Young stood at his desk and called out, "Can someone please close the windows?"
A girl named Jessica got up and moved toward the window.
This time several shadows splayed on the windows, creating grey around on the classrooms floor.
"Wait!" Alex called out, but it was too late.
The glass shattered as five men came crashing through the window. Jessica screamed and took a few steps backward. The men, all dressed in black, wore tight, leather-looking outfits, honestly they looked more like burglars than anything else, they also all wore black ski-masks so Alex couldn't see their faces. Tom looked over at Alex, astounded. The class collectively screamed and made their way to the back of the room. Alex followed, if only to stay in character.
Mr. Young tried to calm everyone down and get them to stop screaming, they did as the sound of glass falling across the floor finally stopped. The five men stood up from their crouched position from smashing in the window. Their boots made the fallen grass crunch under the pressure of their steps as they slowly took a step forward, unclenching a length of cord from their belts.
The cords they used to repel from the roof. Alex thought. He had been rock climbing with his uncle plenty of times before his death.
The men eventually took off their masks, revealing their faces. The one in the center, presumably the leader had short, ginger hair, with green eyes, with a scar on his cheek. The one on his right had long blond hair with blue eyes, the man on his right had short, brown hair with brown eyes. The men on the leaders left looked similar, both with brown hair, though different lengths, with blue eyes. They weren't related as far as Alex could tell, they just looked similar.
Tom looked at Alex with a mixture of fear and excitement. He always daydreamed what it would be like to go on a mission with Alex, maybe this would be his chance!
"Hello everyone!" The man with the scar called out. Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to him. He had a rough voice, with a faint Irish accent.
"My name's David, and we're on a mission of sort, see, looking for someone," he said in a gruff voice. Tom immediately shot a look at Alex, worried for his friend, he knew that no one in this class got into enough trouble for five men to come smashing into their English class, except for him. Tom always thought that Alex would make enemies along the way, but he never really fantasized about meeting them. Alex looked confused for a second, so Tom thought he had never met these people before either, but then there was a glint of familiarity in his eyes, which made Tom even more nervous. If Alex knew them, then they were most definitely bad guys.
"So if you all cooperate, then there won't be any problems, got it?"
The class remained silent, looking at the men with fear in their eyes. Apparently the man, David, as he called himself, took that as a yes, and continued.
"Right, so the kid we're lookin' for goes, fondly, by the name of Alex Rider."
Soooo..? did u like the first chapter? im thinking this is going to be 3 chapters long? anything anyone wants to see in the next chapter?