Our Best Men...
A/N I hope you all enjoy this next chapter, I havent had much time to work on it so... anyway, Good reading. And if anyone from the AR messageboards is reading, tell Inferius to stop going on such a posting spree, he's ahead by far and he seriously needs to cool it. Tell him to have fun in his life, and not spend all his time in front of the computer
At the precise moment that Alex Rider was thrown to the floor in Alan Blunt's office, a great number of things went wrong for the 'Best Men' that Mr. Blunt had spoken of. For starters, the alarm bell had started ringing in the building that they were infiltrating. For seconds, the sprinklers had been turned on. And lastly, there was a distinct smell of burning coming from up ahead.
Immediately, both of them pressed up against the wall, hiding in the shadows.They heard footsteps coming down the corridor towards them and pressed themselves harder towards the wall. There was something wrong about the noise though, although they could barely hear it, it didn't sound like a person who was desperate to get out of a builidng that was possibly on fire. The steps were slow, calmly made, as if the person didn't have a care in the world.
The burning smell was getting worse now, and then Agent John Crawley saw why.
The person that the two agents had heard was walking past, and it was hard for them to control their shock, for the person was on fire. They were surprised the water hadn't doused it out yet, and the way the man was walking did not seem like the way he should, he should've been running around screaming with all the pain, and yet, he did not seem to feel the fire.
At first the two MI6 agents couldn't believe their eyes. It couldn't be possible, indeed, it didn't seem possible, and yet it must've been, otherwise they never would've witnessed that particular strange spectacle.
The alarm suddenly turned itself off, and everything was quiet, or as quiet as it could be with the water pouring down. The man walking past (for by now, it was evidently a man) kept on walking and didn't seem to notice the two MI6 agents standing barely 4 feet away from him. Both agents held their breath as the unnamed man walked past.
"You know, it's amazing what you can do with Special effects..."
There was a loud CRACK! as the bullet left the gun. Crawley saw his partner crumple to the floor beside him, and immediately dived to the side as he saw the murderer's finger tighten on the trigger once again. As he dived, he felt the bullet skim his face, and a line down his face felt as if it was on fire, he put his hand to his face and he felt the blood trickle onto his hands.
"Damn" The attacker cursed, John heard him fumbling with the gun, trying to put in some more bullets. He climbed up and saw his attacker standing in front of him, the "fire" had stopped now, and with the water blurring his vision, he dived wildly at his attackers legs, hoping to pull him down in a rugby-style tackle.
He felt his arms and shoulder connect with the other man's knees and he knew that the other man would have trouble staying up. Fortunately for John, he fell to the floor, he was surprised with the force of the attack and so, let go of his gun.
It clattered to the floor some way away from John, and he scramble to try and reach it, he felt his hand touch it, but before he could grab it, his leg was yanked away by the unknown assailant. He slid along the floor and felt his stomack burning with the fibre rubbing against his skin.
He got up as fast as he could and saw his assailant getting up as well, there was something in his hand.
"You have no idea how long I've waited Mr. Crawley, just to put a single bullet in your guts. After what you did to me, I think you deserve it..."
Then the gun went off.