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Chapter 3
A few days later
It was Thursday morning and I was sitting at the kitchen table with Jack. Some early morning sunlight filtered into the kitchen. Jack was sipping a cup of steaming coffee while reading her newspaper. I was trying to make a piece of toast, I'm a horrible cook but add that with the fact that I'm practically still asleep… well the toaster might not be around much longer.
I sat down at the table across from Jack when I had buttered my only slightly burnt piece of toast… the toaster will live to see another day!
"So how did you sleep Alex?" Jack asked me without looking up from her paper.
"Oh uh good."
"Hmmm that's good…" She trailed off; I'm guessing an interesting story caught her eye.
Well I guess there's no better time to tell Jack about me going back to training camp in less than 2 weeks. Yeah, well, you see Jack's never really liked me working for MI6; in fact she downright hates it. But I had to tell her after all.
"Uh Jack I need to tell you something?" I began uncertainly.
"Yes Alex?" She asked while putting her paper down a little.
"Well you see it's like this…" I trailed off but than said in a rush, "I'm going back to training on January 1st." When I looked up from the table I caught the look of shock on Jack's face as she continued to stare at me, "For a month." I added.
Now she looked absolutely livid, "Why would you do that Alex?"
"Well I want to go on this mission…"
"You want to go on a mission?" She asked incredulously.
"Well yeah because…" I began again.
"Because they're making you." She 'finished' for me in a stony voice, but that wasn't exactly what I was going to say.
"Uh no not exactly…" Is it too much to ask to just be able to complete a thought? Apparently so since Jack interrupted again.
"What do you mean not exactly?" She asked me but as soon as I opened my mouth to respond she said, "They never give you a choice, they make you do it! They're no better than who ever they want you to stop now! Honestly making a teenager do their dirty work for them? It's…"
"Actually Jack, you're wrong…" Apparently it is too much to ask since I haven't got a single bloody sentence out so far!
"What do you mean I'm wrong? Why…" Ha-ha! Now I interrupted her.
"If you would let me finish I could tell you why!" I exploded pissed off. "1st off, they have names, Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones. 2nd in order to go another mission Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones said that I would need to go back for at least another month of training and 3rd…" Here we go again.
"Of course they want you to go back! So they can send you off to fix more of their problems and get you killed in the process!"
"You know what Jack? You're so bloody wrong about everything its not even funny! But I can't explain it to you if you won't even let me finish one fucking sentence!" Now I was majorly pissed off, maybe I shouldn't have said that to her but I'm not just going to sit here and take her insults!
"You watch your mouth young man!" Ugh, I hate it when adults say that to me.
"NO! I think I'll say whatever the fucking hell I want to say!"
"Fine well if that's how you want to play it, you're not going."
"Excuse me?" I asked in my most innocent-child-but-sickly-calm-and-majorly-pissed-off kind of voice.
"You. Are. Not. Going." She repeated slowly like I was a dumb little kid.
"Hmmm… well I'm afraid you can't do that." I smirked at her because she had so plainly forgotten one of the most important parts in this whole thing.
"What are you talking about? I haven't forgotten anything!" At this I started to laugh, "What are you laughing at young man?" Ugh not with the 'young man' crap again.
When my laughter died down I wiped the tears from my eyes and said, "Well I find it incredibly… amusing that you seem to have forgotten the most important part of it all!"
"I'm not the one who has forgotten anything! If you think this is going to make me forget what I said about not letting you go, you're horribly wrong Alex."
"You don't have the authority to make such a decision on my behalf Jack." Oh how I love being right. I started laughing again as she glared at me with a shocked expression on her face.
"How dare you say that to me? Of course I have the authority to make a decision on your behalf! I'm your legal guardian and you're under aged!" At this I howled with laughter, "Would you care to share what you find so funny? Because I can find nothing amusing about the current topic other than that they seem to have trained you to answer to them like a dog answers to his master!"
That silenced my laughter… at least for now. Jack's never said something like that to me, I mean I've always known how much she hated MI6 and stuff but I guess I now know what she really thinks of me. But 2 can play that game and the only way to fight fire is with fire. After a moment of silence I sneered at her before saying, "Well if that's what you think about me Jack than you'll absolutely love this one, Blunt and Jones asked me if I wanted to keep working for them… and I said yes!" I said brightly and threw my arms up at the last part.
"You may have said yes but I'm not going to let you." I could tell Jack was fighting to remain calm.
"Ugh have you even listened to a word I've said? YOU CAN'T DO THAT! You're not my fucking legal guardian! MI6 is my legal guardian you are just my… caretaker." I yelled at her.
I watched Jack's face turn red and than she yelled at me, "How dare you say that to me Alex Rider! Of course I'm your legal guardian it was in your uncle's will!"
"Wrong-o Jack-o, actually my Uncle's will said that in the event something happened to him then I was to be put in the care of MI6 because they could give me adequate protection if needed and because that was what was said in my fathers will. It also said that I should remain in this house in London with a caregiver… which would be you and they were to be my guardian but MI6 has legal custody over me. So you see you are wrong… Jack-o." To say Jack looked shocked would be an understatement and I was going to continue but I noticed that if I didn't leave now I'd be late for school. I walked to the door and slung my book bag over my shoulder and turned back to face Jack, "Well so sorry to cut this… 'bonding' time short but I'm going to be late for school and if you don't believe me feel free to call MI6." And with that I walked out the door.
Unfortunately, Jack followed out on to the front stairs, "This conversation is not over Alexander Rider!" She yelled at my retreating back earning some… shall we say, interesting looks from the parents who were waiting on the street corner with their kids for the school buss to come.
To which I so maturely answered with a loud, "Woof woof."
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I ended up not being late for school, barely. I had just slid into my seat in homeroom when the bell rang. I sighed as I set my book bag on the floor and rubbed my chest, it hurt a little today.
"Alex!" Tom whispered from my left, "Where were you?"
I turned to Tom and responded, "I had a bit of a fight with Jack…"
"Was it about your illegal immigration to Canada?" Ky so graciously cut in from behind me. Ty snickered and high-fived his twin.
I rolled my eyes and hissed, "I didn't illegally immigrate to Canada!"
"Well are you going to tell us where you really were?" Ky questioned me.
"Nope."
"Well than for all we know you may have really illegally immigrated to Canada! And until we find out what you really did were saying you illegally immigrated to Canada, right Ky?"
"Sí Mini Mí" Ky responded in Spanish. I rolled my eyes.
"Hey whatever floats your boat." I said to the twins.
"Hey did you by any chance use a boat in your illegal immigration?" Ty asked me, sounding and looking the perfect picture of innocence. I heard a laugh next to me and saw Tom laughing and pretty hard at that. I rolled my eyes at him and he just laughed harder. Thankfully, the teacher chose that minute to walk into the room.
I swear Spanish class first period is pure torture! I can barely speak English in the morning let alone a completely different language. And to top it all off we had this family project thing due today where we had to find pictures of our family members and write 10 sentences about each in Spanish. Bleh I failed that one, I mean it's not like I can say, 'this is Alan Blunt, he is the head of MI6 he is one of my legal guardians…' or 'this is Mrs. Jones, she's the deputy head of MI6 and my other legal guardian…' but their not really my family so hmmm 'this is my uncle Ian. He was killed by an assassin because he was a spy…' or 'this is my mum and dad, they were blown up because my dad was a spy…' ooooo wait how about this one, 'this is me. I'm a teen spy for MI6. I miss a lot of school and almost died a bunch of times. I've stopped a bunch of power crazed loonies from world domination. Once I got shot in the chest…' Yeah, somehow I don't think that would go over to well with Senora Lopez. So I basically made a bunch of stuff up about my 'family'.
Anyway after that was math-1 word BORING! - and than sewing I mean seriously! We had to make these retarded little bags and I like broke my sewing machine, but I totally burnt the spaghetti in cooking class once and in health with those flower bag baby things… yeah well I dropped mine down the stairs… bye bye baby. And to think of all the stuff I do as a spy! I can shoot a gun, assemble and disassemble one with my eyes closed, invade a 'high security' area and on and on and yet I can't even cook spaghetti. Go figure. Hey Blunt's the one that gave me the gun.
Next was history. This was by far the worst class of the day, for 1 the teacher harbored a particular dislike for me, though I could not even began to fathom as to why. I mean I hadn't done anything to him! True I'd only been here this school year for about a week and it was almost the holiday vacation and than I wouldn't be back for a month but still.
Oh here comes said teacher now, oh joys!
"Good Afternoon class. Ah Alex you've been here a whole week, a new record for you isn't it?"
What the hell do you say to something like that? I mean sure I could think of about a million and 1 things but I don't think any of them would be appropriate if you know what I mean. So I just nodded and looked down at my desk. But of course Mr. Jenkins-the teacher- was not through with me yet.
"Doing anything interesting over vacation Mr. Rider? Try to stay healthy though, we wouldn't want you being out the whole of January as well." The class snickered, how ironic it was that I wasn't going to be here during January.
"Sir, Alex won't be here during January either," I turned around and glared at Ty who just grinned cheekily and continued, "You see, he's planning on illegally immigrating to Mexico."
And of course Ky just had to jump into join his twin, "Yeah and than he's going to cross the United States/Mexico border and illegally immigrate to Arizona where he will fondly be known as an illegal alien."
"And than he's going to go to Las Vegas and become a black jack dealer and return just in time to join us in February." Ben just had to go and add. I swear it's a wonder I'm friends with them. By that time everyone was laughing and Mr. Jenkins was snickering.
"Well just try to be here tomorrow Mr. Rider. It is after all the last day before vacation."
Bloody hell I hate this guy. There's something about him that makes me fell uncomfortable. Like a feeling in my bones that something's not right.
"What the hell was that about?" I turned around to glare at the twins who in turn gave me a very bad military salute.
"No need to thank us Alex."
"3 illegal immigrations in 4 months Alex? I say you have been busy."
"Oh I'm going to…" Sadly I never got to finish my threat seeing as good ol' Mr. Jenkins was standing in front of my desk and glaring at me.
"Mr. Rider if you care to silence your self in my classroom! This may come as a surprise to you but there are in fact some students who actually find school important enough to attend on a regular basis."
"Yes sir." I replied sheepishly.
"And did I just hear you threaten another student?" He continued without acknowledging that I had spoken. "I will not tolerate that kind of behavior in my class room! Detention Mr. Rider, report here after school. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded my head but apparently that wasn't enough for Mr. Jenkins if what he said next was any indication, "I said do I make myself clear Mr. Rider?"
"Yes sir," I replied just managing to keep my temper in check. Apparently this was not my day.
I 'paid attention' for the next 20 minutes as Mr. Jenkins droned on about some war or another. Well actually my mind was consumed with thoughts of Scorpia and my experiences there and what they did to my family and what I was going to do to them to make them pay when a voice whispered in my ear, "Hey Alex I never pegged you as the Harry Potter type." Ty whispered in my ear.
I turned around to face him and my confused expression was replaced with one of shock. On Ty's desk was the book that had the gun in the back, oh shit! I prayed he wouldn't press any buttons. "You went in my bag!"
"Well duh!" He poked his brother in the side and whispered to him, "Hey Ky look, Alex reads Harry Potter!" He shook the book in front of his face to prove his point and they both snickered. Than I saw something small and shiny fall out of the bottom of the book and watched it land with a 'ping' on the floor. Oh shit! Shit! SHIT! I thought as Ty bent down to pick it up.
Ky so brilliantly said, "Uh Alex your book pooped," and dissolved into silent laughter with Ben who had watched the whole exchange.
I didn't pay attention to them though seeing as Ty was currently examining what had fallen out of the book. He wasn't stupid he'd soon relies it was a bullet.
"What is this Alex? I looks just like a…" Ty began sounding incredulous and looked up at me with a shocked expression on his face.
"It's nothing, just give it back!" I attempted to reach over to grab the book and the bullet but Ty grabbed onto the spine of the book and clutched the bullet in his hand. I forced myself to let go of the book seeing as his hand was practically on the button that would eject the gun.
"Uh uh Alex, I know what this is! It's a bullet!" He said sounding shocked.
"No it's not. Give me back my book!"
"I know what a bullet looks like! My father owns the shooting range!" Dammit! Oh holly shit I was dead. "Ky," Ty whispered to his brother who had calmed down a bit, "Take a look at this. What does it look like to you?" he tossed the bullet to him and Ky caught it with one hand.
Ky turned it around in his hands for a minute before finally looking up with a facial expression that matched his twins, "It's a… bullet…" He trailed off and handed it back to Ty.
"Please Ty just give me my book back an…" I pleaded with him.
"Nuh uh Alex, this isn't a book. Why would a 'book' have bullets in it?"
"Yeah and why do you have bullets anyway? You never have bullets unless you have a…" Ky began but was cut off by Mr. Jenkins, though it didn't matter I knew what they were going to say.
"Mr. Rider if I see the back of your head one more time you'll have detention for a week!" He thundered and the whole class turned to look at us.
I didn't turn around though. How could I when my secret was about to be discovered by 2 of my best friends? "Look just give me back my book and I'll tell you where I was. I swear!" I tried to reason with them.
Ty eyed me warily but made as to hand me the book back but Mr. Jenkins snatched it away from us. "So this is why you've been neglecting my class? Is Harry Potter really that much more interesting than the history of your country?"
"No sir I…"
"Be quiet Mr. Rider! You and Mr. Madison here now have a weeks worth of detention!"
"But sir I…"
"I said be quiet Mr. Rider! That's 2 weeks for you!" He roared.
"Sir I can…"
"What do you not understand about be quiet! That's a month for you know Mr. Rider!"
"Can I…"
"2 months Mr. Rider! And I'll be holding your book!" He roared and shook the book in my face to make his point. That's when it happened, another bullet fell out. Mr. Jenkins stopped his rant as it hit the floor and looking slightly puzzled bent to pick it up. He like Ty and Ky had turned it around in his hands before saying, "I've seen books used for all types of odd things Mr. Rider but why is your book holding bullets for a gun?"
There were shocked gasps from everyone in the class and people started furiously whispering to each other and stared at me even harder.
"Do you have a gun to Mr. Rider?" he inquired in a sickly pleasant voice.
"Sir I…"
That's when everything went from bad to worse. Mr. Jenkins had been studying the back cover and began moving his hand over every surface of the book. They finally found the publishers sign and at first when he pressed it nothing happened, than I heard a faint click and watched in horror as the gun fell from the back of the book into his hands. He looked down at the 9mm and than back at me. I could have sworn I saw a smirk on his face but he quickly masked it with what from as far as I could tell was feigned shock.
He than roughly grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and I managed to grab my book bag before he pulled me out of the class saying, "Were going to the principals office Mr. Rider. Explain why you are in possession of a gun at school to him. Let's go!" I managed a glimpse of the horror filled faces of my classmates and worse yet my best friends, who looked like they didn't know me anymore. Everyone except Tom that is since he knew why I would have a gun, he just looked scared… for me. I was scared for me too. My secret was going to be exposed!
As I was forcefully dragged down the silent halls to the principals office I wondered how Mr. Jenkins had known there was a gun in the book. It was impossible to see. I could only barely see the faint outline but that came from hours upon hours of just staring at it. It was impossible unless he…
My thoughts were interrupted as Mr. Jenkins slammed the door open and pushed me inside the office.
"Mr. Jenkins what… oh dear," The secretary said as she caught sight of gun in Mr. Jenkins hand. "Sir…"
"Get the principal and vice principal immediately! I've found this boy to be in possession of a gun!"
"Yes, yes right away. I believe they're in Mr. Davis's office right now." She began shakily still eyeing the gun warily.
"Lets go Rider." Mr. Jenkins said as he pushed me towards the door to the principal's office. Again he threw the door open and pushed me through and than slammed it back shut. The principal, Mr. Davis and the vice-principal, Mr. Burk looked up in shock and looked about to say something but Mr. Jenkins beat them to it. "I found a gun in the possession of Mr. Rider here Sirs." He waved the gun around to prove his point.
Suddenly the 2 men were all action, Mr. Davis called the police while Mr. Burk pushed me over to a chair. I reluctantly sat down. "How did you discover this George?" Mr. Burk questioned Mr. Jenkins. Ha-ha his name was George, even during the current situation I laughed internally.
"Well I noticed Mr. Rider wasn't paying attention in class, he was turned around seemingly arguing with one of his friends a Mr. Tyler Madison I believe. I told him to turn around and pay attention but he didn't listen so I walked up to him and heard him say "If you give me my book back I'll tell you where I was." Mr. Madison was about to hand it back to him but I took it. Mr. Rider here seemed greatly distressed and wouldn't stop asking for his book back even when I gave him 2 months worth of detention. Then the bullet fell from the book," He placed the book, the bullet and the gun on the table. "I was able to identify it as a bullet because I spend a few hours a week at the shooting range. I was than examining the book when my finger hit something and the gun came out of the book."
"The police are on their way," Mr. Davis said and they all peered at me like I was a specimen in a lab. "Why would you have a gun on school property Mr. Rider?"
"I can explain!" I burst out.
"Yes I hope you can Mr. Rider. You have a lot of explaining to do, the police are on their way and so is Miss. Starbright."
"Please sir if I can just call someone…"
"And who would this be?"
"The p-people who can e-explain why I had the g-g-gun!" I never stutter, I was just playing the innocent little boy act.
"You can explain yourself Mr. Rider," Mr. Burk barked.
"I c-can't! I can't tell you anything until you sign the p-papers!"
"Mr. Rider what are you talking about?"
"I can't tell you! Please let me call!"
Just than 3 policemen stormed into the room. Mr. Jenkins quickly relayed what he told Mr. Burk and than he was excused from the room, though he didn't look too happy about this.
"Mr. Rider says that he cannot tell us why he had the gun unless he can make a phone call so someone can bring some papers we have to sign." Mr. Burk quickly told the officers.
One of the officers, a middle aged man with thinning gray hair was staring at me like he recognized me. He looked familiar to me too I just couldn't place him.
"Alex Rider you say?" He received nods from the principal and vice principal. "I see," It was the policeman who had questioned me when I 'high jacked' the crane! He gave me a small nod. "Well what harm can it do? Let the boy call. Do you need a phone Mr. Rider?" I shook my head and fished into my pocket for my cell phone. Thank the lord he's letting me call! I quickly pressed a random number and was immediately connected with security.
"Hello this is the 'Royal &…" The secretary began.
"I need to talk with Mr. Blunt or Mrs. Jones!"
"I'm sorry but there is no one here by that name." The secretary responded sounding calm.
"Please its Alex Rider its an emergency!" Dammit, shit, fuck… I spewed the curses in my mind; I even said some I didn't know I knew. Who'd know I had a mouth worse than a sailors?
"I say are you feeling quite all right sir?" Blast this stupid secretary! Just my fucking luck to get the clueless one!
"IT'S ALEX RIDER! ALEX RIDER! I work for Blunt and Jones please connect me with them!" I saw the adults giving each doubtful looks and shakes of their heads. They probably though I was insane.
"Oh you're The Alex Rider. I'm terribly sorry I'm new hear and…" The secretary began.
"I don't give a tiny rat's ass if you're the blasted Prime Minister! Give me Blunt or Jones!" I roared at the dimwitted so called 'secretary'.
"Y-yes sir, r-right a-a-away sir," He sounded scared out of his fucking mind but like I said I don't give a tiny rat's ass.
"Alex?" I heard Blunt's voice on the line.
"Oh thank god! Mr. Blunt they found it! A teacher found the gun. They've got the police here and everything!" I told him.
"Don't tell them anything Alex until we get there. We'll be there in 2 minutes tops." And with that he hung up the phone. I didn't doubt they'd be here in 2 minutes, not with the way some of them drive. It's slightly scary and I highly suggest you wear a seatbelt… not that it will do you much good you know if you crash.
I decided that I could give up the scared little boy act now and grinned at the people surrounding me while I put the phone back in my pocket. "Well they'll be here in 2 minutes… tops." I said smugly but groaned as Jack burst into the room.
"I told you this would happen someday Alexander Rider! And don't think I'm going to help you out of this one you're on your own this time." She exploded when she saw me.
"Oh give it a rest Jack I don't need you're help. They're on their way anyway." She looked shocked and about to respond but a police officer started to tell her about what had happened.
"Do you know why Mr. Rider had a gun on his person Miss Starbright?" The cop questioned her.
"Of course I know!" Jack wailed, "It's because…"
"Ah ah ah Jack you wouldn't want to say anything that could land you in jail do you?" I said calmly, as far as I was now concerned I was in control of the situation. I smiled smugly at Jack who instantly closed her mouth.
The sound of screeching tires caused everyone to look out the window. A gleaming black BMW screeched to a halt in front of the school. As soon as the car was stopped Blunt and Jones quickly got out of the car and walked up to the front of the school as fast as they could without breaking into a run.
A few moments later I could hear the door to the office open and footsteps in the hall. I could also hear a much frazzled secretary saying, "Excuse me, excuse me! You can't go back there! You have to sign it!" I chuckled to myself softly at that.
The door to the office again burst open and Blunt and Jones entered flashing their badges. "Were MI6," Blunt declared in a don't-mess-with-me kind of voice.
To say the occupants of the office looked surprised would be and understatement, they looked ready to shit themselves then and there. "You probably thought I was calling some drug dealers didn't you?" I said smugly, phrasing it more like a statement than as a question.
Mrs. Jones dropped a pile of papers on the table in front of me and said, "If you want to hear what we have to tell you than sign the papers, if not than feel free to leave."
Everyone grabbed one of the papers, which I knew were 'Official Secrets' papers. It basically said that if they ever told anybody what they were about to hear they would go to jail for a minimum of 3 years.
After all the papers were signed and stored away in Mrs. Jones's briefcase she asked, "Alex what happened? You know you weren't supposed to put the gun on display."
"I didn't. We were in history and I was just paying attention to whatever Mr. Jenkins was going on about when I heard Ty whisper to me "Hey Alex I never pegged you as they Harry Potter type" or something like that. I turned around and he had the book on his desk and it turns out he had gone through my bag. He shook the book around and a bullet fell out. His father owns the shooting range so he knew it was a bullet and confirmed it with his twin Ky. Then Mr. Jenkins came and took the book. That's when another bullet fell out and he quickly recognized it as a bullet and began searching the book somehow he pressed the right part and the gun came out."
"I see," Mr. Blunt said and quickly exchanged a glance with Mrs. Jones.
"Would you care to tell us why Mr. Rider is seemingly involved with the British Military Intelligences?" One of the policemen said impatiently, he was followed by nods from the others.
Mrs. Jones and Blunt looked at each other and nodded before Blunt began, "Alex works for us as a spy. He's one of our best in fact," this received many a shocked look from the offices occupants. "Have you heard of Herold Sayle? Point Blanc Academy? General Alexei Sarov? Or Damian Cray?" Everyone nodded still looking confused. "Well Alex is the one who has taken them down." Blunt was silent as everyone digested the information.
I was kind of surprised that no one seemed to have noticed that every time I disappeared some plan for world domination would be spoiled.
"So every time Mr. Rider was not a school he was on a… for lack of a better word mission?" Mr. Davis inquired being the first to come out of his stupor.
"Yes sir that is correct," Mrs. Jones politely told him.
"And this last time was 3 months, none of those other things have occurred in the last 3 months."
"Well Alex's last mission was slightly special and complicated. But it involved being involved with the terrorist organization Scorpia. Alex managed to foil their attempted attack on London but Scorpia made an attempt on his life." More silence, you know what I think? I think there's to much bloody silence on matters concerning me. I mean, first in Blunt's office and now here.
"They shot him?" Blunt and Mrs. Jones nodded, "Was Mr. Rider the boy who was shot on the street?"
"Yep I was," I just had to say something.
"But they said that boy died." One of the officers said this time.
"Well MI6 couldn't very well tell them who I was so they released no name but confirmed that I had 'died' so Scorpia might lay off for a while." I told him. It was true. After all there had been too many witnesses to pretend it hadn't happened.
"I see," he sounded shocked.
"I understand all you've just said but what about the gun? It's still against school and country laws to have weapons of any sort on the schools property. Any violation of this rule can cause expulsion" Mr. Davis said.
"The gun was given to Alex for his safety, in the event Scorpia came after him again. Alex was told not to use the gun unless it was absolutely necessary, whether it be for his safety or the safety of others." Mrs. Jones told the principal.
"I'm sure you can let it go this time seeing as Alex has a legitimate reason for having the gun." Blunt added.
"Well I'm not sure…" Mr. Davis began looking at the officers for verification.
The officer who had questioned me about the crane incident was the one to respond, "Well no harm was inflicted upon anyone and Mr. Rider does work for Military Intelligences therefore under law he has the right to have a weapon on his person, everything will be dropped."
"I'm not objecting, but a whole class saw the weapon as did a teacher, we have to tell them something." Mr. Burk said.
"Yes of course," Mrs. Jones began, looking thoughtful, "Tell them that the gun was planted in Alex's book bag by someone who did not like Alex." She shrugged, "It's not great but it's something." She looked at Blunt for approval.
"Yes it will work just fine. Now we must be going. We'll be taking Alex with us and he will not return to school until February." Blunt told them.
"If I may ask, is it a mission sir?" Mr. Burk questioned hesitantly.
"No Mr. Burk I'm going back to training camp for a month!" I replied with a grin.
Mrs. Jones chuckled, "Only you Alex would be excited about going into training."
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Missmeliss4251: Thanks for the review! LOL I feel the same way about the Canada thing, as you can see I played it out more in this chapter. Its stupid but every story has to have something stupid and pointless in it!
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Author Note:
Well there ya go. Sorry I slacked off at the end but it's 1a.m and I'm tired, I really need to start writing my story during normal hours! Next chapter should be out Monday or earlier and will contain Alex leaving for 'camp', settling in and maybe a day or 2 of him there. The beginning may have something else with Jack. I didn't mean to make Alex sound bitchy but I just couldn't help myself! And I just had to put the "Woof woof" part in their sooooo yeah. LOL. REVIEW! It will make me update faster and give longer chapters!
Oh and just a random note Mr. Burk is the name of my vice principal. I did kill my sewing machine in sewing making stupid little bags. I did burn the spaghetti in cooking. I have set my toaster on fire. I have Spanish first period. And I had a Spanish project on my family that I so failed!
