Night shade
Prologue
3 years ago (this is set as if Alex is an adult)
It was a scorching 40-degree day and Alex Rider was getting the worse of it; stuck in the middle of the Iran Desert to watch some trade agreement from a certain dodgy source team X. there was the target; Gordon Jones 65 years old and a ruthless killer who specialised in doing dodgy dealing of certain " legally permitted substances" but Ian knew better and so did Blunt.
Alan blunt was a 45-year-old banker and also the head of MI6 he wears a grey suit, has grey hair, grey lips and grey eyes. He wears steel-rimmed spectacles with thick lenses and keeps a small 35mm beretta handgun concealed in his jacket pocket, His assistant Mrs.Jones; the deputy head of MI6 special operations is a tall middle aged woman with a hair cut that looked like it had been cut using a bowl and blunt scissors, she was always sucking a peppermint.
Alex took out a pair of G-76I standard field binoculars, the heat was getting to him but he didn't let that stop him he knew his mission " intercept the man known as Gordon Jones and stop the trade Negociations at all costs" he had of course been given weapons; a MK-67 sniper rifle, a Glantet-09 handgun with silencer and of course his gadgets. Smithers the gadget master here at MI6. Smithers is an enormously fat man with a bald head and a number of chins but dispite everything he is always in a cheery mood. The gadgets he had been suplied with were: one large chador ( normally worn by women but changed to suit Ian ) bullet proof, a huge 5 litre bottle of water: also a lethal acid when it comes in contact with the air , not that he needed anything like that, he had been trained by wolf; the head trainer of the SAS. He saw the man called Gordon Jones step out of his Mercedes and saw him talking to some of the other men he aimed at the mans head; it was the only way and shot, the single bullet embedded itself in the mans shoulder, he'd missed, Gordon was only wounded and scared. Now he was in trouble 3 guards were coming his way, 6 huge muscular men with no expression on their faces they were all carrying ak-47's and each had a radio transmitter, Alex slunk behind a blown up building, he opened the bottle of water and he poured a little on the ground and it started to fizz, then he launched the bottle at the guards it hit them with such a force they were knocked unconscious before the acid took affect, Alex sighed he knew he had failed, he hated to admit it and what was worse, what Alan Blunt was going to say.
Liverpool street