There you go. This is what you all seemed to want. Not the final chapter, but almost finished now, and I'll update asap with the finale. It'll shock you, I hope. It took bloody ages.
Chapter 13
Car Park
The end came quickly after that. Annika had heard the sirens, and instead of aiming for Alex or Stefan, she had aimed at the light fixture, hoping to darken the room and make her escape. She had, unfortunately, run straight into several hundred kilograms worth of scientific equipment. It had toppled, and though by the time the actual shelving hit her most of the microscopes, test tubes and safety goggles lay shattered on the ground, it was enough to knock her unconscious.
Of course, as soon as the lights went off, Alex dived at Stefan, to protect him from the deadly shot. It never came, but the sound of someone being crushed underneath shelving was enough to tell them they were safe, for the moment. Of course, the CIA burst in only seconds later, with small electric torches, so as not to draw attention to their arrival. They all wore protective masks, so Alex could not tell who they were.
They found Vicky first. Then, they noticed Annika, and finally Alex. The leader of the agents beckoned towards Alex, but he pointed at Vicky.
"I'm fine! She needs your help more than I do."
Alex saw the CIA men approach, and someone rush forward with a stretcher, then he passed out.
After a routine hospital check, Alex was back at home. Sabina had called, and they had talked for a long time. This had cheered him up slightly, until MI6 called, and asked to see him at the Royal and General at five pm the next day.
He had decided that this was it. The last visit. He didn't care about his two weeks notice. He could hand it in two weeks late. He wasn't going back, he knew that. What had happened in Germany had been quite enough.
Hunter looked left, then right, then walked out into the dark street. He was careful to avoid street lamps, and also careful not to catch the eye of Alan Blunt, who, he was surprised, was alone. No bodyguards, not even a weapon, as far as Hunter could see. Which was very far indeed.
Blunt sped up, and crossed the street. He was headed towards a car park, where a silver Mercedes was parked. Hunter already knew how Blunt would die, and it had all been set up. Hunter just wanted to be there, to see the man who had ruined his life finally meet his end.
Blunt took out a set of keys. He pressed a button, deactivating the alarm, and then unlocked the car door. He slid into the drivers seat, buckled up his seat belt, and...stopped.
Something had made Blunt pause. He hadn't turned the keys, and that was crucial. Hunter had filled the tank with petrol, and rewired the car engine, so that when it was started an electric charge would be sent to the petrol tank.
But why had Blunt stopped? He was taking off his seatbelt now, and Hunter knew why. He could smell the gas. It had leaked, and now, Blunt was out of the car, and moving toward the petrol tank. He opened it, and sniffed. He knew there was something wrong.
'Oh well,' Hunter thought. There's always Plan B. He fished around in his pocket until he found what he was looking for. It was a small black box, with a single red button. It would start the engine anyway, and the whole car would be blown to smithereens. He only had to push.
Hunter pushed.