Chapter two
Scorpia wanted him dead! They knew that much. That was why Alex Rider no longer officially existed. It felt weird to Alex, all his friends, Tom, Jack, everyone from his school, all thought that he was dead. But he wasn't.
Sure the bullet had hit him but Alex had been wearing the Kevlar body armour Smithers had supplied with the bike. As the saying goes "being prepared doesn't kill people, being unprepared does!" Alex wasn't taking any chances that day. The power of the bullet fired from the self-loading Ruger .22 model K10/22-T had broke three of the ribs protecting his heart but Alex had been lucky. The ribs hadn't punctured any vital organs. It had been a week since he had been shot leaving the Royal and General. Now he had been ordered to stay in his hotel, what he needed was a good dose of Rest and Recuperation.
Unfortunately MI6 had different ideas. The minute his spy edition mobile rang he knew who it was. After all they were the only ones who knew he was still alive. Alex considered leaving the phone, right now he wasn't in the mood, but MI6 were not the type of people to give up easily. "Yes?" He said eventually, his voice showing his hatred for the person on the other end of the phone. "Hello, Alex, it's Mrs Jones. We need you to come to the Bank as soon as possible. We'll send a car, be ready in five minutes."
"But…" BEEP. Before Alex had time to protest Mrs Jones had put the phone down on him.
"Alex, I am so glad you came." Mrs Jones said her peppermint breath pouring over Alex.
"You didn't give me much choice!"
"Yes, I am sorry about that but anyway why don't we go in" She led Alex into Mr Blunt's office even though Alex knew the way with his eyes closed. The sight that welcomed him was not what he expected. There was no Mr Blunt I his trademark Pin-stripe suit. Instead a man with greasy slicked back hair and a long protruding noise sat at the desk. "Ah, you must be Alex, take a seat" The man's voice dripped like poison honey and his dark hazel-hawk eyes scanned Alex finally resting on his own intertwined fingers.
"Look," Alex broke the silence "I don't care who you are or what your doing here but I am not going to work for any of you ever again. I just want to get on with whatever life I have left!" The stranger didn't look at all surprised at Alex's outburst. In fact he looked as if he was quite expecting it. His mouth split into a thin, mocking smile. "Where exactly are you planning on going Alex? You don't exist! You're dead!" His smile grew even wider and his eyes now twinkled with laugher. "Or had you forget?"
The truth finally hit home. One sentence kept on replaying itself, over and over again. You're dead. DEAD!
This aggravating man was right. Where could he go? Jack was going back to her parents and he could hardly turn up at Tom' front door expecting to be taken in. Alex needed the MI6 just as much as they needed him. Once again he had been left with no choice.
"Alright, what do you want?" Alex had been defeated.
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(Hope)