Alex's lowest hour
The brown chair was tied to the floor; the girl was tied to the chair. Two men, stood still, staring at her, a blank expression on their faces, their eyes showed no emotion, remorse or regret. They were both holding an M4 machine guns, held loosely by their sides; the safety catch was off.
The girl's ginger hair had lost its shine and had become a mess and was matted to her head with sweat in some places, whilst fluffing up in others. Tears covered her face, her eyes were red and puffy from crying so much and there was a large bruise on the left side of her face from where one of the guards had hit her. He sobs echoed through the room every night, no one could help her, she was going to die here, and she knew it.
The two vans swerved between traffic, other cars were sent skidding to the roadside. The van containing the Scorpia man was emitting bullets, some of them crashing into the windshield of Alex's vehicle. Alex fired straight back, his bullets ricocheting off of the back, occasionally hitting the windows.
I will kill this man! I will pull his heart out, I swear to God…!
Alex pressed down on the accelerator and the van that he was driving slammed into the van in front, shattering one of the windows on the rear door. He clipped the left side and it span out of control. Alex forced the steering wheel left and he was pushing at the other van, they both crashed into a building, Alex went through the windshield and landed a few metres in front of the van, the other driver was not so lucky. He had exited the windshield and slammed straight into a wall directly ahead, his neck was… out of place and blood was trickling from one corner of his mouth. Alex walked over to his body and knelt beside it.
"Son… of… a… BITCH!" He cried in desperation. This man was the only way he could find Jack… and he had killed him…
There was a humming sound. Alex turned his head, a tear was trickling out of his eye… he gave Alan Blunt a dirty look as he pulled up in a battered old Ford. He climbed out and knelt beside Alex, looking down at the body. "What are you going to do now Alex?" he muttered, turning to look at the disheartened boy.
"I killed her Alan… I could have saved her… but I didn't… I let her die…" He put his head in his hands.
"We know who have her Alex, we also know where…" Alan Blunt said, a smile broke out on his lips.
"What…?!"
"We go back to MI6 HQ, we suit up and we can be there within twenty minutes," the sincerity within Blunts voice had returned, he stood up and once again brushed some imaginary dust from his shoulders.
"I could kiss you Alan…"
"Don't."