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Episode 3

The ambulance pulled up at a service station. Sumors got out, and walked inside the main shopping part. He came out a minute later, at a power walk. He got into the ambulance at the back. One of the men climbed out and took Sumors previous seat. The seven other men turned back to their card game. When Sumors wanted privacy, he got it.

Sumors picked up his mobile phone and said 'S.C.' into it. The phone recognised his voice and dialled the appropriate number. His organisation gave him the best.

'Hello?'

'This is Sumors. Put me through to H.Q.'

'Yes, sir.'

The phone rang twice.

'Sumors.'

'Yes.'

'How was the mission?'

'Successful.'

'Where is the boy?'

'With us.'

'Good. Keep an eye on him, Sumors. He has escaped many times. Don't let him out of your sight.'

'Sir, he is a boy. I have heard the stories yes, but luck must be on his side.'

'Partly. But he is John Riders son, and Ian Riders nephew. He got his strengths from them, but also his weaknesses.'

The dialling tone purred in Sumors ear. The word chilled him. He got his strengths from them, but also his weaknesses. He wondered what they could mean.


Jack was asleep when Mrs Jones saw her. The earpiece buzzed. 'Remember, Mrs Jones, her importance. Scorpia may well come for her, too.'

Jack was stirring. Mrs Jones put her hand on Jacks shoulder. The touch roused her.

'Yes?' mumbled Jack before 'Where's Alex? Where is he? Where's….'

'Jack?' asked Mrs Jones. 'Alex has been taken. We don't know where. You are the only witness. We need your help.'

'Good,' said Mrs Jones' earpiece. 'The gentle approach.'

'Taken?' said Jack, confused. 'Alex isn't taken. He's recovering from a bullet wound that nearly killed him. You should know that. Was outside your bloody building…'

Jack curled up, trying to fall asleep again.

Mrs Jones was confused. Jack was okay at first. But then… It was like she couldn't remember the incident…

Suddenly a nurse burst through the door. 'Sorry to interrupt,' she said in her drawl 'but we've detected summit. A drug. A large amount can kill, but a small amount can erase memories. But only ones that 'ave 'appened lately,' she said, in the hope that would cheer up Mrs Jones. 'It'll take conformation, but the drug should only erase ones that 'appened about 30 minutes before the serum was administered. Come to think about it, twas the same time as one of our patients went missing.' The nurse was becoming suspicious.

Mrs Jones knew it was time she owned up. 'I am Mrs Jones. I work with MI6. We are investigating the case of the patient who went missing.'

'Blimey. MI6. Never 'new you were so interested in patients.'

'This one is special.'

'Wasn't he the teenager with a bullet? Whys he special?'

Mrs Jones had no time to answer. She needed to leave now. But this nurse was now informed. She needed a bribe.

'Nurse, I'll make sure you get half a years salary if you keep quiet. In cash. But if you run to the media, we'll put you behind bars. Understand?'

The nurse understood. It wasn't a hard choice to make.