Built for Espionage: Chapter Three

The blond teen woke with a start, shooting up from his bed and searching his room violently, expecting an enemy within his room, one ready to attack and kill him. His breath shook his body as he found no one in his room. He glanced to his phone, picking it up and reading the time.

4:09am

He watched his phone a moment longer as he read a message from Tom three hours ago.

'I know it late, bt Lex you gotta meet me at the park tomo wait no today cause its 1am so tell me if you can mak it!'

He groaned at the message, though at least it was something to do. Most days he found himself wondering London in hopes of something to do. Any chance to escape the dangerous and ever threatening MI6 and his future without Jack. He sighed before climbing out of the bed and getting changed.

He swapped his t-shirt and pants for a pair of combat shorts and grey hoodie, he ruffled his head, threw on a pair of joggers and made his way outside. He brought his bike around from the backyard and grabbed his helmet, it both kept people from really spotting his face and was an easy safety precaution. Then he rode away from his home and began making morning laps around the asleep city of London.

As he rode, he found himself nearing Finsbury Circus Garden, he rode by the heritage building and came to a slowing turn as he spotted a street he didn't want to go near. Liverpool Street.

Even with the ever-growing dread, he found himself turning his bike down the street, making his way towards the bank of Royals & General. He biked down the empty street, finally arriving at the building with the banks title written as the sign. There was no indication that this civilian bank was only a cover, a faux that held back national and international secrets.

A whole other world where spies existed and the classic villain was hiding behind every corner. His mind wondered to the day he was shot here, a failed assassination that had put him in hospital before he could return to school for even a day.

He turned to the rooftop where the shot had come from, surveying the area for people, for someone who would pull the trigger again. He froze.

There upon the very rooftop that his own to-be assassin had used stood someone. Their figure was most likely a male, a well-built body that was nimble but strong. The man was standing on the roof, waiting as though for Alex to stop and spot him.

His breath shuddered, he wanted to run after the man, find out if he was just one standing on a roof, or someone after him. But the eyes of the mystery man remained trained on him, the darkness of the early morning hiding most of his face.

The man suddenly turned from the roof, casting his eyes away from Alex. He left the young spy's view and walked away from the edge of the roof.


K-unit arrived back at their hotel. Being as between the team only one person actually lived in London, they had just decided to spend the money of MI6 and each get a room at a nice and fancy hotel. Treat yourself Eagle had joked. They all made their way, deciding that they'd gather and talk in Wolf's room.

Eagle and Snake climbed onto Wolf's bed and sat comfortably; Fox took a seat on the sofa while Wolf stood to get a few drinks before taking a seat beside Fox.

'So, the mission?' Started Snake, looking nervously to at the personal file on Agent Rider, their Cub. Wolf brought out the folder for their mission, his eyes looking briefly at the photo of Cub before falling to the mission overview.

'We're officially… what the hell?' Exclaimed as he read through the overview and skipped a few pages. The other three members of K-unit exchanged concerned glances before looking back to their leader.

'What's the mission Wolf?' Worried Fox as he looked over his teammates shoulder at the folder. His eyes widened.

'We're protecting Alex… he'll be under our care for the duration of the assignment' Mumbled Fox, his eyes scanning over the document as he grabbed bits and pieces of information.

'What? Doesn't he have you know, parents?' Suggested Eagle, the man clearly having missed when Snake had called the boy an Orphan.

'His parents died before he was even one, his uncle took him in – Agent Ian Rider, then he was killed and now Cub's last caretaker some guy called Jack Starbright is leaving to return home' Answered Snake who held the file in his hands, rereading over a passage detailing Alex's position and parenting situation. He noticed a few bits and pieces missing or contradicting earlier information but ignored it and watched his team.

'Okay so MI6 trained a freaking kid to work for them, and now they want us to protect him because of their mistakes' Summarised Wolf as he snapped back with K-unit.

'I'm not turning down the assignment, if they really believe Alex is at risk of being captured by Scorpia or Yassen, then I'm helping him. But I'm keeping him out of MI6 while I'm at it' Stated Fox a man who had fought beside Alex as both an SAS unit member and a MI6 soldier.

K-unit exchanged glances, all having doubts about both their past team member and his safety. They all wanted to help the teen-turned spy. But would the boy even accept them, their unit had treated the boy with resent and annoyance while he had trained with them. And while Wolf and Fox had been able to work with the boy in the field, they still feared a teen who would turn down their protection and fall right into the hands of Scorpia.

'Call Ms Jones'


Alex raced up the stairs, spotting Royal & General Bank across the room out a single window by the stairs. He climbed countless flights, moving past the tenth floor only for the eleventh and twelfth to appear. He had to get there before the man disappeared, before the mysterious figure escaped the roof and left him with nothing but another paranoid spy.

Finally, he reached the door to the roof, he barged it open finding that most of the building had been locked. The door swung open with a last barge and reveal a near empty roof top. His breath louder then he liked to jogged to the edge where he had seen the man and looked around the area.

He could spot his bike, laying abandon on the path right in front of Royal & General Bank. The bank itself so close that he hated it even more at this height. He turned, brown eyes surveying the rooftop. Three air-conditioning units accompanied by another energy unit and a few budges Alex didn't know.

Then he spotted him.

A man walked from the shadows, casually as though he was one out for a morning stroll. The man's figure was lithe and paired with a head of near blond hair and detailed features. Ice blue eyes met brown.

'You're dead' Was all he managed, his breath already taken away by the stairs and now again by the assassin that stood across from him. He man didn't smirk or betray his trust, instead a gentle and barely noticeable smile graced his features.

'I was' He answered, keeping it simple as his gentle smile was accompanied by an even gentler tone.

'No no no, that's not all you say Yassen. You died on that plane, your heart stopped beating and you died right in front of me! You don't come back here with nothing but a 'I was' bullshit!' He screams, shouting at the man that stood only metres away. Alex felt a rock get caught in his throat, a massive stone that lay there uncomfortably. He felt the stinging in his eyes and noticed his shaking hands that had formed fists.

The assassin moved closer to him, walking with such an air that Alex didn't feel at risk. He approached with caution and he was calm his he arrived in front of the child spy.

'You went to Venice, right?'

'Of course, I went to Venice! You were dead and I didn't know anything about my parents. I went to Venice and they tried to kill me, I became a murderer because of Venice! I should never have listened to a dead man' He accused Yassen stepping back from the man who looked down upon the son of his best friend and co-worker.

Alex's mind ran, running countless ideas for what he was supposed to do right now. He wanted a gun, only so he could shoot the man who had left him like everyone else. He needed an escape because being this close to the dead man was terrifying yet comforting. He wanted to hug the assassin and punch him.

So instead he settled for standing his ground in front of his uncle's killer.

'I knew it would be difficult Alex but you had to know about your father, you had to learn about the world you're refusing to leave' Alex glared at the accusation, the assassin in front of him seriously believed he wanted to be a spy, he wanted to see people die and kill people himself. That he wanted to betray and lie to his last remaining family about nightmares every night and worse the creative thoughts his mind had built.

'Don't you dare pretend that I wanted this, I never wanted to be a spy Yassen. I want to live a normal life with parents and friends and a school that doesn't think I'm a drug-addict. I was blackmailed into nearly every one of my missions, that mission we first met, yeah, they threatened to export my caretaker, the last one in the world who can take care of me and is my last remaining family. Now she's leaving and I'm being sent to somewhere MI6 can control me 24/7. So, don't you dare assume I wanted this life!' He was shouting again, ordering the man in front of him and taking his anger out on him.

He noticed the look that Yassen adorned, one of pity and resent. I look that Alex hated. He resisted walking away right now, leaving the man that believed him a recreated version of his father.


Jack awoke with a start, her eyes snapping open as she groaned. She looked around her room, the very room that was nearly empty because she had already sent majority of her things to her parents. The room was cold after being emptied, leaving things that Ian had first brought like the guest bedroom bed and a few draws for her things.

Now her room lay empty with only a suitcase and a carry-on bag for her flight. She would be leaving in two days after all. She looked over to her clock, bright LED light spelling 6:21am. The sun began to return to the sky and as much as she didn't want to be up this early, she still climbed out of bed.

She threw on a pair of slippers, her t-shirt and shorts for bed staying on while she left her room. She made her way across the hall to Alex's room, the door closed and a childish sigh reading 'Alex's Bedroom' written in chalk from when he was 6.

She opened the door, letting out a tired gasp as she spotted the teen-free room. His bed was made and the remains of his pjs thrown under his pillow half hidden. His joggers were missing and she knew once again he had woken early and had gone for a run of some sort.

She turned on the lights around the house as she moved down to the kitchen, the morning light not yet hitting their house. She began making a single bowl of porridge, placing another packet to the side for Alex when he returned home.

She never noticed the back door being carefully opened, not even when the intruder slowly shut the back door. She didn't hear the gun being loaded and the silencer that was twisted onto the weapon. She continued microwaving her breakfast, unbeknownst that she'd never get to eat it.

She never saw the face of the person who fired the gun, she had waited for her porridge, listening for the moment when there was only a second left when she would get it out just in time. Her back to the attacker, only hearing the shot that sounded before a bullet was logged in her head.

She died instantly, the microwaving beeping as the timer finished. The attacker simply opened the microwave and left the house, ending the loud beeping that she had heard most mornings.

The intruder left out the back door once again, leaving the woman with blood seeping out of her head on the kitchen floor.

Finally, the sun rose on the house, beautiful light coming in through the windows, some even hitting through the kitchen window and landing on the murdered care-taker.