CHAPTER THREE: Cover Of Night
The lights flashed by as blurs, rain was invisible and the only thing for sure was that the car was speeding. The driver sat relaxed in his chair looking straight ahead, the cigarette hanging out of his mouth smoking in a whirl of gray death. The driver put out his cigarette and threw the butt out the window, letting it fly.
"You know, the banks are closed this late." The driver stated. Alex jumped slightly, broken out of deep thought. He was staring out the window, looking at the buildings fly by. Looking at a life that he'd never have again, a normal one.
"Why what time is it?"
"Two in the morning. Don't you have any family I could bring you to instead?"
Alex thought of Jack Starbright, his guardian. He thought of her fiery red hair and her American accent and her American temper. What could have happened to her? Is she okay?
"No." He replied.
The car stopped in front of Royal & General Bank. It was an enormous building with gold lettering that spread it's name across the face. It was new looking and in good conditions as far as buildings go. Alex handed the driver the money he had taken from the guard and didn't care for change. The driver sped off into the night as Alex approached the door. He knew that the front entrance was for normal people; he would have to enter through the back.
He walked around and found the door. Alex hesitated wondering whether he would want to hear what these people had to say. How did he even know if they were here? He pulled open the door, it gave but didn't open. Great.
The 18-wheeler truck rolled by. Alex looked as it passed and smiled to himself, he just hoped it had what he needed. The truck had stopped across the street; the driver was a late night delivery service. The driver got out of the truck and rolled open the back with a large rumble of metal. He emptied his load and closed the back. He rolled the supplies around the store and disappeared behind the shadows of the building. Alex moved quickly looking at the back of the truck. He smiled; the steel cable wire was long and hooked tightly to the back of the truck. It was meant to be able to drag cars and trailers but Alex had different ideas.
Alex looked both ways and pulled the wire across the street. He was happy it was late; no cars would be out. He tied the wire around the door and waited, a few feet away. The driver came around the back and got in the truck unaware of the wire stretching across the street. He was too tired and a little hungry, he just wanted to get home. He started the truck, the engine growled and Alex heard the driver change gears. He drove off tightening the wire. The truck didn't feel a thing. The door flew off its hinges flying from its place and dragging itself behind the truck, sending a storm of sparks. Alex entered the building.
The place was sleek steel with tile floors, a counter and two elevators, no guards and no cameras, where would be the need for an ordinary bank. Who would want to make a deposit at two in the morning?
He took the stairs to something all too familiar. The office of Alan Blunt. He opened the door and stopped in his tracks, there sat Alan Blunt himself, concentrated on the computer screen. He looked up and wasn't surprised at what he saw. He turned off the screen, and focused al of his attention an Alex.
"A little late to be working, don't you think?" Alex asked, still as stone in the spot he had chosen.
"Great things are done in the cover of night."
"What happened to me?"
Mr. Blunt shifted in his chair; "All will be explained tomorrow, so why don't you get some rest, there's a couch in the next office, tomorrow we'll bring you home to get showered and changed and then you can come back, and we'll speak."
It all sounded good to Alex, "And you?" he asked.
Mr. Blunt looked at Alex, "Just a little paperwork."
Alex looked at the clock sideways as he lay on the couch. 2:45 A.M. Alex thought about the night's events and closed his eyes, he didn't think he'd have any good dreams tonight. But he hoped he would.