Thanks for all your reviews guys, I also wanted to say all the characters mentioned in the last chapter are real people, such as the egyptian Scientist and the FBI director. Go on! Search them on Google! Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I have a life you know!
Royal and General
It was early morning, around 6 o'clock. Light was just breaking through longing to prove that Dawn was here. But not quite managing to do so. A figure clad in black crept through Liverpool Street nearly entirely invisible, it moved across the street swiftly and didn't stay in one place for too long. As if in fear of being caught. By whom? Even I do not know. It's eyes were getting used to the ever-increasing light but it did not want to for it knew that the lighter it got the more visible it would become. And if you are creeping aroung and trying not be found, then visibility is the last thing you want.
"Good Morning Mr. Blunt" A young receptionist exclaimed, her night-shift was coming to an end, but although she was tired she knew she musn't show it. Especially not to the Man standing in front of her, Sir Alan Blunt. She wondered if she should tell him about the figure she saw earlier but she couldn't make it out before properly so she thought not to. After all, Sir Alan Blunt's time was not one to be wasted. "Would you like some accompaniment to your office?"
"No, thank you" Came the reply, short yet simple, yet highly effective. The receptionist wondered once agan if she should tell Mr. Blunt about the shadowy figure that she had seen about 2 hours ago, but once again she decided not to. After all, she didn't want ot lose her job for being inaccurate and wasting valuable time.
She sighed with relief as one of her colleagues came to relieve her from her shift. She walked towards the Staff changing rooms but on the way she stumbled and fell over a slight fold in the carpet. She felt a hand lift her up by her arm, and she turned to look at her helpers face, when she immediately tried to get away from her.
"Ever so sorry Mrs. Jones, I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry." The receptionist stumbled.
"Are you the Night-Shift?" Mrs. Jones asked fast, as if worried.
"Yes I am, ma'am." She quickly dusted herself off and stood up straight. She never realised how much taller than her Mrs. Jones actually was, but then again, she reasoned, everytime she saw Mrs. Jones she was sitting down.
"Well..." She thought to say about the figure but by now had decided it was her own imagination.
"Yes..What is it?" Mrs. Jones looked straight into her eyes and held her by the shoulders.
"Nothing Mrs. Jones, no worry."
"Are you sure?" She looked worried.
"Yes ma'am."
"Oh...ok then." She hurried to join Blunt as the Lift doors started to shut. The Receptionist scurried off also, to change.
The figure in Black cursed, he had seen this conversation take place, and realised that the Receptionist had seen him beforehand, but it seemed she had discarded him as a trick of the light. That was good, but being seen didn't matter so much. But it just made things harder. The harder things were, the more inconvenient it was, and inconvenience was not good. He quickly, whilst staying in the shadows scurried upstairs, wincing everytime he put his weight onto his left leg.
As the unlikely pair rode up the escalator, they were aware of at least 100 different security systems, checking their eye retina, body shape, DNA, each specifically chosen by the pair themselves. At first it felt uncomfortable being scanned by all this technology, but now it had become standard and a normal part of everyday life. If you could call being the Head and Deputy Head of MI6 Special Operations 'Normal'.
The Figure hurried up the stairs, careful to stay in the shadows, it encoutered a few people along the way but they couldn't see it, after all, how can you see a figure covered in black, surrounded by black? It's almost impossible, and that is what the figure went by. Impossibility. It had cheated Death more than once, and wasn't prepared to let down it's fight just yet.
'But Alan, for Christ's sake, he's just a Child!' Cried Mrs Jones, they were inside Blunt's office
'I am perfectly aware of that Mrs. Jones.' Blunt replied, true to his name, bluntly. His face showed neither joy not remorse, funny enough, it didn't show any type of emotion at all.
'Aren't you going to do anything about it?' Mrs. Jones was near to crying.
'What can i do? He's dead now, I suppose i should send some flowers...'
The Figure breathed heavily, it had been tough dodging all the safety precautions on the steps, especially with the condition his left leg was in. He looked around to see if anyone was coming and quickly tightened himself against the wall. He was too slow, a rough, large hand grabbed him by the collar,
'Sneaking around are we?' Come on,' He threw the figure to the floor. 'You're coming with me.'
"But Alan! Can't you send out at laest one searech party or anything!" Mrs. Jones was fully crying now, with tears streaming down her face.
"Of Course not, Mrs. Jones, my best men are elsewhere, I wouldn't take them out at this crucial point to find some kid." The Door slammed open and the Guard, holding the Figure, burst in.
" Look who I found lurking around the Corridors sir!" The Guard exclaimed.
"Well, It seems as if we won't be needing a search Party to look for him. Seing as he's just dropped right into our laps, so to speak."
For the Figure's name was Alex Rider.