Chapter Five
The Bridge
"Alex, are you ready for his?" The voice came through the tooth and only Alex could here it. It was really an ingenious invention but right now Alex didn't have time to think about that, he was about to be handed over to Scorpia. He looked out of the car window and watched as the bright lights of the city got further and further away. Scorpia had insisted that the change over be made on Albert Bridge, the bridge where Alex's father had walked. Alex supposed it was some sick sort of irony, even back then Mrs Jones had probably been working for Scorpia, the Albert Bridge incident with John Rider had been her first assignment. As the two cars pulled up, the first containing Mr Cold, Alex's mind was all over the place. Bridges were supposed to be neutral but this time it seemed as if Scorpia had decided to keep it as their own!
Once again MI6 were assembled on the North side of the bridge and on the South Alex could see two cars and a truck, seven people stood, machine guns just visible in the half light. This time Scorpia had come prepared.
It was time. The first chime of midnight broke through the silence and the air trembled as if in the expectation of something terrible. Alex began to walk the seemingly endless distance to the other side of the bridge. DONG. The sound of his own heart resonated in his ears, rapidly getting quicker. DONG. His footsteps sounded hollow on the concrete of the bridge. DONG. Alex looked up, at the other side of the bridge a figure was walking towards him, his hands tied behind his back. DONG. As the figure got closer Alex could see Mr Blunt's grey features. DONG. His suit looked less business like than usual and his hair was greasy and knotted. DONG. They were almost about to meet. DONG. "Alex? What are you doing here?" DONG. "Saving you" DONG. And they had passed each other. They both carried on walking; the faces of the people waiting on the other side of the bridge grew clearer. DONG. Alex watched as one of the men raised his gun. DONG. He pulled the trigger.
For Alex the twelfth chime never came, instead he felt the dart embed itself in his leg and then he felt no more. He watched as the sky above him began to fade, the stars began to dim. He knew he wasn't dead but he felt as if he might as well be. He didn't have any chance of getting out of this mess. Something Mrs Jones had said to him surfaced.
"You had a choice Alex, but you went in for exactly the same reasons your father went to Albert Bridge. That's what makes you such a great spy. It isn't that you were made one or trained to be one. It's just that in your heart you are one. I suppose it runs in the family."
Everything that Mrs Jones had said was probably false but Alex decided one thing as he thought about her. Scorpia had killed his parents, and however much he was like his father, he wasn't going to let Scorpia kill him. And then everything went black…
A/N Hi again, it's me. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review as am still stuck for ideas. Hope to update soon.
By the way I would like to know if you would like Alex to die at the end of this story. Please include this in your review (that's if you review me)