PS: Alex rider is his usual age, 14, and he is not married.
Now….. getting on with the story……
Blunt lay there, hole through the side of his hip. There was unimaginable pain, and he could already feel himself dying. He thought of something he could do, ashamed of himself for telling where the MI6 headquarters was. He realized what he had to do.
He slowly reached for his suitcase. He unzipped the side pouch and reached in. His hand caught hold of his cell phone. Blunt slowly pulled the phone towards him, then flipped open the phone. He speed dialed the MI6 headquarters. There were about five rings before someone picked up.
"This is Jake from Royal and General Bank, how may I help you?" the voice said. The phone line was silent for about three seconds. "Hello, anyone there?" The line was still silent for another few seconds. "If you think this is a prank, who ever you are, I can call the police to find you and whoop your sorry asses!" The line was as if someone had put it in space, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. "Fine, I'm hanging up and callin…." His voice was interrupted by a ghastly voice. "There----come---coming." Then the line went dead. Jake slammed the phone down, swore, then returned to his work. He forgot the whole thing, because to him, it was just another prank call.
Mrs. Jones was sitting at the office, crunching numbers and typing them into the computer with only one hand. A knock banged on the front door.
"Come in." Mrs. Jones said, eagerly.
"Oh, hi." the office worker, Arnold, said.
"What's happening?" Mrs. Jones asked.
"Nothing just thought I'd swing by." Arnold said.
"Oh." Mrs. Jones replied.
"Has Blunt called yet?" Arnold asked
"Nope. Judging by this time," Mrs. Jones looked at her watch, "He should be wherever he is now."
"That's strange that he hasn't called. I though he said he would call as soon as he could." Arnold sighed.
"Oh well. Guess that he wasn't paying much attention to me." Mrs. Jones sighed.
"Well, at least he……"
That's as far as Arnold got. He probably was dead before he even heard the bullet fire. The glass window exploded, sending thousands of shards of glass flying through the air. Mrs. Jones had ducked as soon as the first bullet whizzed by her ear. Mrs. Jones scurried towards the door, right before a hail of bullets slammed into her left leg. She collapsed, then crimson red blood shot out. She couldn't move. Another hail of bullets missed her head by just nanometers, cutting her hair and evaporating it instantly.
The door burst open as armed agents swarmed into the room. Two were armed with rocket launchers and the others with a new sort of machine gun. The rocket fired, but not from the agents, but from the helicopter that had just come into view. The whole front end of the building blew off, sending a few agents flying throught the air.
"OPEN FIRE!" The agent yelled, and a loud chatter of machine guns echoed the room. The helicopter caught fire, spewing out flames and making it sway side to side. The helicopter gave one final effort as it shot it's gun, but the line of fire missed completely. The heli could stand no more. It blew up, sending shards of metal and glass flying. Then it's skeleton fell twords earth with amazing speed. It crashed into the busy street below.
"O Great… now for a cover story." The agent said, then came to the aid of Mrs. Jones.
THE END.
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