Chapter Four - London Traffic
Alex held out his hand, and Sabina slipped hers into his. He pulled her up with surprising strength for his age and led her into the nearest room, which so happened to be hers. He let go of her hand and walked to the window, he slid the curtains shut and took a seat beside them. He peeked out through the gap and looked for a few seconds, when he seemed satisfied he relaxed in the chair. He looked at Sabina, who was staring, dumbfounded at him. Alex watched as a tear formed in her eye, he stood up and went over to her, he wrapped his arms around her and he leaned her head against his chest, her arms locked around his back. "What's going on Alex…?" she mumbled into his chest.
"I can't tell you, now until it's over," He muttered in reply. She took her head away and looked into his eyes, "After all we've been through! After everything that's-"
She was cut-off when a small shattering sound broke the tension. And another. And another. "Ohhh shit," Alex dived to the floor and used to his body to protect Sabina. Glass covered them and the curtains were ripped to pieces. Bullets sprayed across the walls and ceiling and chunks of plasterboard crashed to the floor around them. Suddenly, as quick as it started, the bullets stopped coming. Alex jumped up and ran to the window. He stared out and looked all around. He saw a figure holding a rifle in a room across the road; Alex knew what he had to do. He had to finish this; he had to finish Scorpia.
Alex sprinted out of the room, leaving Sabina on the floor, crying. He jumped down each set of stairs, crashing into several people on the way down. Alex reached the waiting room of the hotel and he rushed out into the street, the man who just tried to kill him and Sabina was running to a car. Alex looked around, there was a fallen phone pole and this is what Alex ran to. He grabbed hold of a phone line and yanked on it, it came free, he tied this to the spoiler of the car the man had just gotten into and Alex tied the other side of the phone line to a wheelie-bin which sat at the kerb-side. Alex opened the lid and climbed inside of the bin, gripping the sides for support. The car that the assassin had dived into accelerated forward, Alex tensed himself. There was a rough, violent jerk and the bin of which Alex was standing in was pulled forward.
Alex imagined himself speeding through traffic in his wheelie-bin and coming loose, then crashing into an oncoming Tesco lorry.
Pedestrians watched in surprise as Alex whizzed past them in the bin, the car he was "trailing" only metres ahead. There was a set of traffic lights and Alex was unhappy to see that they were red. The brake lights of the car in front appeared and Alex hurtled towards it at an alarming speed. "Damn" was the only word Alex muttered before crashing into the back of the car…