Chapter 9: Parting Gifts
Alex was considering letting himself fall to an almost certain death, Alex remembered the chances of dying from falling off of the third floor was 90-10, and from the second floor was 10-90.
Damn, I should've waited until the second floor, Alex thought. But then it would've meant a broken ankle.
He had already cheated death just moments ago. The Oakley sunglasses that saved him would be found on the ground by a pre-teen boy, who would gawk at the hundred-dollar pair of sunglasses until he found the left lens was shattered.
Alex took his chances by kicking in the second-floor window. As the glass fell to pieces, Alex jumped and landed swiftly on the ground only to find the befuddled vacationers staring at him.
"Don't move!" Alex exclaimed while pointing the gun at the vacationers.
"No habla Ingles! One ofthe scared vacationers shouted, which meant 'I don't speak English!'
Then Alex said, "No Meuve!"
All of the scared vacationers nodded and Alex bolted out of the door, scared that someone might have heard him.
Once Alex ran out he saw Sergei waiting at the elevator. Alex shot out the camera perched above Sergei and then Sergei spun around only to be shot in the left arm.
"You killed Agent Hall!" Alex exclaimed, shooting Sergei in the right arm. "You killed Agent Connelly!" Alex shot Sergei in the chest. "And you hurt Sabina!" Alex shot Sergei in the head twice and ran to the stairs and ran to the lobby.
Alex sat comfortably at the MI6 headquarters. He was in a leather office chair in Blunt's office.
"Alex, do you remember when I told you, you would never have anything to do with us again if you went to the States?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"Yes and I'm holding you to it," Alex stated rudely.
"Well, before you go," Mr. Blunt said, "We would like to entitle you to 500,000 pounds." Alex was given a white, skinny envelope with Alex Rider on the front.
"You have served MI6 very well, and it is a shame you are leaving us," Mrs. Jones said.
Alex gawked at the envelope for a solid minute until Mr. Blunt said, "Smithers would like to see you."
Alex left, still staring at the envelope and then he walked into Smithers' office.
"Let's see, that's one-hundred and sixty-five pounds for the sunglasses," Smithers said, "And four-hundred and twenty pounds for the bike. How would you like to pay for that?"
Alex groaned again, but was quick to compromise. "I'll entitle you to Five-hundred and eighty-five pounds, tomorrow."
"That's my boy," Smithers said.
Once Alex was home he raced upstairs only to be stopped by Jack.
"Wait Alex!" Jack Called. " A girl and said she would like to meet you at Burger King."
"Who was it?" Alex asked.
"A girl named Sabina."
