YAHOOO! CHAPTER 5! I'M SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY! ESPECIALLY BECAUSE (with the help of everyone who reviews and all your wonderful feedback and comments) I HAVE MADE A FAN OF ALEX RIDER OUT OF MY OLDER BROTHER WHOM EOIN IS BASED ON! YESSSS! HORRAY! WHOO! hehe... I'm happy...
Recap:
He stared at the payphone before punching it in frustration. DAMMIT! He looked down at the cell phone again. He clicked around on the menu and found his way into the 'Previous Calls' list.
They were mostly long distance calls. Some led to Ireland, a few led to America. Most were girls' numbers. Eoin had quite the harem. There was a number that caught his eye, however. It was a number that he had dialed often enough, before... the accident. It was a number that he knew well, as well as the person whom the number belonged to. It was the number of Sabina Pleasure.
...begin
Alex's mind reeled and his thoughts were scattered. Very scattered. Sabina's phone number? Why would Eoin have Sabina's phone number? Granted, Eoin was from Interpol, and had probably been briefed as to Alex's predicament... but, Sabina's phone number?
He punched the buttons, looking for an exact date as to when he had called Sabina. He could literally feel pulse quicken. The number was called... the day Sabina died. Alex felt strangely numb. Eoin... Eoin was supposed to be his friend. Was he... a double cross? Or another spy? Exactly who was Eoin Murphy?
...and what did he have to do with Sabina?
Carnelian Rhapsody
by Riley
(A.K.A. keywi kitty)
Chapter 5
Treacherous
"What's the job?" Alex asked. Gray nodded to Taylor.
"MI6 has been butting in on our business. We need someone to go and take care of it."
Hired assassins?
"Who?"
"The very top. A man named Alan Blunt."
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It was like a slap in the face, and Alex felt his stomach turn. Those words... Eoin's attitude... Two partners? And then... Assassins? Sabina and assassins? He felt sick. He stumbled away from the phone for a moment, making it to the edge of the road, just by the grass, before he fell forward onto his knees and released whatever had been in his stomach for the past few days. It was mostly bile, as Alex hadn't been eating much. His throat burned, his mind swam, and he was beginning to get paranoid.
Perhaps he couldn't trust anybody. That was probably true, sadly. Alex swallowed back a sob, ignoring the painful sensation in his throat. His body ached, but it was possible his mind ached more. He sat down beside the payphone, a little away from his own vomit, and closed his eyes.
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"Very funny." he told her. "You realize I'm going to have to get you back that, don't you?"
"Ooooh. What are you gonna do?" she asked, pretending to be afraid. Alex grinned. He swam over and dunked her head under the water for a second. Sabina came back up and gasped, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She reached over to dunk Alex's head, only to have him swim out of reach.
"Alex! Stop!" she laughed, trying to get a hold on him.
"What?" he replied, continually moving before she could get a firm on him.
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Just a week ago, they had been friends. They were practically dating, even. Now... she was rotting in a wooden box in the ground. He couldn't trust anybody, Alex knew that now. But he also knew that he couldn't leave. He would have to stay as Eoin's partner, and be so very careful that he didn't even sneeze without first making sure it was safe. He would have to find out exactly what Eoin knew, and he planned to bring Sabina's assassin to justice - alive or dead.
"Pleasant walk?" Eoin asked, grinning his demonic grin. He was curled back on his bed, watching some stupid cartoon from America. Alex chuckled nervously and walked over to his bed, trying to be as... something... as possible. How was he supposed to act around Eoin now? How was he supposed to be, so that Eoin didn't know Alex knew?
"You seem a little off. Something happen?" Eoin asked, leaning forward and looking at Alex. Alex shrugged.
"Luscious Malfoy wasn't listed." Alex said. Eoin scowled.
"Oh, back at that, eh?" Eoin sighed. "Wait, what do you mean 'he wasn't listed'?" Eoin asked. "He's s'pposed to be listed there!" Eoin said. He got his phone from Alex and punched through the numbers. "DAMMIT!" he yelled. He sighed. "Chloe's been messing with the numbers again."
...what?
"Chloe's been messing with the numbers again. Ya know, I let her borrow my phone." Eoin answered. Alex nodded. Chloe?
"When did she have it last?" Alex asked. Eoin glared down at the piece of equipment in his hands.
"She gave it back to me yesterday, before I came bangin' at your door." Eoin said.
Alex couldn't help it. Without thinking, he blurted out exactly the thing he'd meant to ask in a not-so-upfront way.
"Have you ever phoned a girl named Sabina Pleasure?" Alex asked. Eoin thought about it for a moment.
"Naw, never heard of her." Eoin grinned. "She one of those girls from those escort companies?"
Alex glared.
"What? Sabina Pleasure! I'm telling you man, that's almost as bad as Pussy Galore. Porno star if I ever heard o' one."
"Shut up." Alex grunted as he stole the phone away from Eoin and curled up on his bed, shoving his head under the pillow.
"Dude, my phone!" Eoin growled. Alex had had quite enough. He reached over gave Eoin a rude gesture most commonly used in traffic. Eoin simply grinned, looking even more demonic than usual. Not that Alex could tell.
Sabina, Alan Blunt, Eoin, Chloe, this whole damn spy business. Somehow it was both complex and... okay, not quite so simple as one might expect. There were problems, abnormally large problems, hanging over his head - and he had to figure out solutions fast. The problem was, Alex wasn't sure fast was fast enough, and he doubted he could really be all that fast anymore. His world had fallen apart at the seams, and though he doubted that he would have much success at putting it back together, he wanted to live to have that chance.
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"What do we know?"
"He and his partner have been hired as assassins."
"The partner?"
"Interpol, specializes in computer technology. And a sniper."
"Excellent. And the girl?"
"She's... in development."
"Things are going according to plan?"
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Dark. It was dark, and cold. Alex felt the chill of the crisp night air seep through his wind breaker and cause goosebumps to appear along his arms. Hair stood on end. Nerves crackled with electricity, and his stomach twisted in a thousand different angles.
The clouds that meant a rain storm would soon start began to light in different patches, boughts of thunder booming.
Alex and Eoin stood outside the apartment of a man whom Alex was well aquinted with. He was the man in charge of MI6, and had sent Alex on missions time after time, endangering his life.
It felt odd. Alex had been hired to kill exactly the person he would have gladly killed only a few days ago. A few days ago... after Sabina's death. After they had sent Jack to him at the hospital, with that damned message. Sabina's blood was on his hands, and he was already in deeper shit than he had ever bargained for. But then, Sabina had never been bargained to be stabbed and bleed to death.
The wind picked up, ruffling Alex's hair. Eion stood beside him, face impassive and eyes colder than ice. The earring in his ear waved back and forth in the air, shining every time there was lightning.
They were dressed simply. They were not in black, as that would have been horribly cliche'. Instead, they were in jeans and t-shirts, fitting the part of annoying teenagers who think they know everything. In short, Eoin didn't have to change much.
They shared a look, Alex's mind racing to figure out exactly how in the hell he was going to get out of this, and Eoin's eyes revealing nothing of the motions of the gears turning in his head. After a moment, the two headed to opposite sides of the large house, looking for a way to get in.
It was futile really. Alan Blunt was the head of MI6, so what were the odds he would leave a window open, or leave a spot where an intruder could easily break into his house? It was unlikely. So the question became, how were they going to pull this off without killing Alan Blunt, setting off an alarm, getting caught, or worse. Since he was the head of MI6, Alex had no doubt that he would have a gun in his home, and probably someone who knew how to use it very well, if he, himself, didn't.
As Alex stared up the wall that was dark in the moonlight, his mind wandered to Eoin. Eoin, the boy who claimed to be sent by Crawley, and the boy who always seemed to carry a weapon. Eoin Murphy was an enigma, along with his sister, Chloe. He always carried something sharp, particularly the dirk hidden beneath his shirt. Along with that, Alex had been told, he carried back up weapons while on missions such as this. He had three pockets knives hidden in various places, a lock pick set disguised as a pen, which he assured Alex could get them out of any situation, and a desert eagle.
The desert eagle, Alex had been told, was the one gun Eoin had been issued, and he had been issued it while on a mission in the middle east gathering intellegence on a missle base. He had never used it, and hoped he never had to. Never the less, he always had it with him when doing official business for any government.
He soon found himself circled around the house again, meeting up with Eoin at the back door.
"Did you find anything?" Alex asked. Eoin shook his head, a serious look on his face.
"He leaves no openings." Eoin replied. Eoin's voice, usually cheerful and full of an irish accent which sometimes became hard to understand, was dark. His accent had been toned down, but was still present.
"We could go in the back door." Alex suggested.
"He's the head of MI6." Eoin replied. Alex glared. "He's probably got a hundred Dobermans in there waiting for the chance to chew off our testicles, and I want children."
Alex raised an eyebrow. Little Eoins running around. Ooooh, now that was a scary thought. Alex would rather be eaten alive by a snake than be faced with that reality.
"Well, I don't see you coming up with any ideas." Alex snapped. Eoin faked looking hurt for a moment.
"Testy, aren't we?"
"Shut up." Alex shouted in as loud a whisper as he could manage.
"WHO'S THERE?"
Alex stared towards the house as lights were turned on at random. Oh. Shit.
"Good going." Eoin commented.
"Oh fuck yo-"
Alex didn't get the chance finish when he suddenly heard the loud BANG of a gun going off. Lights were switched on in houses all down the street, and screams could be heard. The once dark night was becoming bright again as rain began to fall, beating madly down upon the house of Alan Blunt. Alex's stomach took a turn for worse, clenching angrily.
"I'd say it's time to go." Eoin told him, snapping him out of a daze.
Sirens of police cars came loud from the direction behind him as Alex ran, keeping speed with Eoin, through the woods. The rain was pouring now, thunder and lightning making themselves known every few moments, and quiet had turned to catastrophic chaos. Something had happened at the home of Alan Blunt, and Alex needed to know what.
The problem was, he couldn't go back now and find out exactly what was happening. If he turned around and headed back, he would be caught by the police. Obviously, that wouldn't help him much.
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They ducked out of sight into an area they legally couldn't be in, seeing as it was a strip club. Half naked dancers strolled around on stage, and Alex got the impression that Eoin did not have control over where his body was going to take him in a place like this. Unfortunately for Alex, he didn't have much control either.
Alex had never seen a topless woman, and his eyes were bugging out of his head. A grin appeared on Eoin's face as Alex heard him mumble something sounded close to 'jackpot' and 'thank you god' under his breath.
"Is there something I can do for you boys?" a girl asked. Her lond blond hair hung in curls and reached low enough just to cover anything that would've made a picture of her R rated. Her hands were on her hips, and Alex noticed, they were very shapely hips.
DAMMIT! STOP THINKING THAT! Alex mentally kicked himself. His mind was wandering. He really needed to stop it from doing that. Otherwise... well... in that place?
"Name's Eoin." Eoin said, reaching out a hand for her to shake. She didn't reach out and shake it however. Instead she walked over to him and put her arms around his neck, pressing her body up against his.
"Reena." the girl replied with lilt in her voice. She leaned in and brushed her lips across his. "What can I do for you?"
Eoin managed a look over towards Alex, who was a little less than gawking and a little more than staring. Eoin winked.
"God... the possibilities..." Eoin murmured. He leaned down and kissed her, and might have gone further, had someone Eoin and Alex knew very well not just entered the club.
Chloe.
"Eoin..." Chloe warned. Eoin laughed.
"This just figures. Right when I was getting to the good part." Eoin snapped at his sister. He looked back down at the exotic dancer with almost no clothes on. "I have to go..."
"Aww..." she murmured, standing on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Do you have to?"
"I'll be back." Eoin replied, his grin widening. The girl pulled back, frowning. Her hands moved across his back, tracing down around his butt and down his thighs. He pulled away from her.
Chloe raised her eyebrows for a moment as she stared at the girl walking away, while Eoin and Alex had begun to leave in the opposite direction, and grinned. When Eoin asked her about her reaction later on, she would reply with something witty, along the lines of the fact that she wasn't surprised to find Eoin there, but felt bad for poor Alex who had been dragged along.
She rubbed her sore arm as she recovered from the "brotherly" punch that landed on forearm.
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A/N: No reviews for chapter 4... :( Oh well. Chapter five is ready. :) Hope you guys enjoyed it. I know it's short, but I promise, I will get a longer chapter up later this week. Everything's been scattered since I got back from vacation, so I'm sorry. Anyway, I've gotten my creative juices flowing once more, and am very happy, and have a brand new plot twist just waiting to be read! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!