The rocket swayed back and fourth, waves pounding at the sides. Alex was almost falling asleep while he was walking, trying to find a pillow or something. That didn't work. He ended up using the foam from the seat as a pillow and the leather as a blanket. He opened the escape hatch, crawling out onto the metal frame of the rocket. He rested his head on the pillow, and closed his eyes.
He now hated the MI6 more than ever now. His uncle and his father died while working with them, Sabina was now gone forever because of them, and he was stuck on the rocket and hadn't gotten any sleep for over 30 hours. The MI6. The reason he got shot. MI6. His mind was racing with fury. Why hadn't he stayed with S.C.O.R.P.I.A!
Alex suddenly forgot what he was thinking, nearly falling asleep. The world was now a black swirling blob, then pitch black, then Alex was asleep.
Thank God. Or else he might have gone mad.
The slight smell of peppermint filled the room. Mrs. Jones looked out of the window, sucking her peppermint. She saw as cars raced below and trucks boomed along the road, little children plugging their ears over the noise. At least that was what Mrs. Jones thought. Her office was completely soundproof, State of The Art technology. A knock on her door broke her concentration. It was Alan Blunt. "Come in." Mrs. Jones said.
The door creaked open, Alan slowly opened the door, struggling, probably because the had a suitcase in one hand and a huge pile of files and papers in the other. "I need to talk to you." Blunt said, worried.
Mrs. Jones knew this had to be bad. He never sounded worried in his dull tone but this was obvious.
"You are the first one I'm going to tell. I'm, I-'m" Blunt staggered over his words.
"I'm retiring." Blunt finally spat out. He looked down and his face turned red as if he were a naughty child.
Mrs. Jones swallowed her peppermint. "O my God!" She yelled. "What the hell happened?" Mrs. Jones yelled. Blunt looked up and replied in a quiet, calming voice
"Classified."
"Where are you going? Who in God's name has more power over us?"
"Classified."
"Who's going to take over the place?"
"We haven't found that out yet. But once we do, that is when I'll be leaving." Blunt said, again, in a calming voice. There was a moment of stone cold silence before Blunt turned his back to Mrs. Jones and headed towards the door. "I'll miss you." She said. "You too." Blunt said, than walked out the door, closing it behind him.
Sorry for the long delay. I havn't gotten any time to write this. Chapter 3 will be up sooner because I have more time now. Please Review my story.
PS. If you think the Mrs jones/Blunt retireing thing is stuipid, (Not sad) Than maybe I can change it.