Built for Espionage: Chapter Eight
'I assume I deserve this or something along those lines, but can you tell me why you want to kill me?' Suggested Alex, the teenage spy currently having been restrained still with the hand cuffs behind his back and standing with two men holding an arm each.
In front of him paced a man he had never encountered or faced, and he wasn't Scorpia. Completely uncharged territory, again. The man had a head of brown hair that clearly hadn't been cut recently, and a messy beard that Alex didn't want anywhere close to him. The man while being dressed in clean and tidy clothes, still like scruffy and messy, as though he was sick or dying.
Everyone in the median sized room was armed, well of course, except him. The guards, guns, the leader in front of him with both a pistol and dagger. Yet here he was, waiting for a chance alone to use the second bobby pin he had grabbed when he was back in the safehouse.
The room itself was cold, especially if like the teenage spy, they were wearing only socks and no shoes. Otherwise he was glad he had thrown on a hoodie this morning that he had kept on, following though he had a pair of combat shorts on, not the warmest things, but good enough.
'Oh child, no you don't deserve to die. Not many people do, but unfortunately for you, someone really wants you dead, but not just that, they paid extra to give you a painful and prolonged death. So, I'm sorry to say little spy, but the next month is going to be hell for you' The man approached him, bringing his face closer to the blond boy as though to inspect him.
'Sounds great, but who are you?' The man nearly looked shocked at his question, moving back away from Alex and looking down at the teen spy. He seemed to be considering something, before he shrugged his shoulders and began to talk again.
'I'm known by two names, my real name and my alias. You chose which do you want to know?' He prosed it to Alex with such a light-hearted tone that he felt no matter which one he chose it wouldn't make a difference.
If he knew the man's real name, he could get him arrest once he escaped, have MI6 track him down and have the man behind bars instantly. However, knowing how effective the justice system was in the modern world gave him reason to doubt this, it's because of all the 'bad guys' out there that he's a forced child spy.
On the other hand, if he found out the alias he would be able to have a name in the underground, one that he could tell Yassen or people who were undercover. Agents and freelancers that would help to track his guy down, assuming in all of this that he escaped before his death.
While his mind wondered with which option to choose, he barely noticed the leader who was still waiting in front of him, casually fiddling with the dagger that had once been strapped across his chest. The man moved closer to Alex once again.
'3,2,1 times up too bad. You can call me Sasha' Alex glared at the man, the countdown had been read in less than a second and Sasha – as he was told to call him, knew that Alex would trust him to give him a reasonable amount of time.
'You really shouldn't be so trusting' He sneered, grinning at Alex as he brought his face much closer before bringing the dagger he'd been playing with up to Alex's face.
'The world is a dangerous place' He finished as he brought the dagger down across Alex's cheek, acting quicker than Alex had anticipated, the shock catching him as well as the pain. He gave out a cry and jerked backwards. Sasha smiled down at him, he wasn't much taller than Alex, but the way he looked upon Alex eyes filled with a controlled craze, honestly scared him.
So many people he had faced had been crazy, had elements that would send them to mental health hospitals and other concerning personality traits, yet as Sasha watched him, dark soulless and crazed eyes darted from one spot of Alex to the other.
'I'm an assassin Alex, I'm known in Russia as being one of the most infamous. But what I really get off on, is the pain someone young and innocent goes through, how a pretty little blond screams when I cut into her arms, or a young boys tears as I take away that innocence. There's something about that power that drives me more than ridding the world of the bad' The two men behind Alex pulled the boy back up, his knees having grown the slightest bit weak at the assassin's words.
Blood tracked down his cheek while Sasha returned the dagger to the cut and sliced the opposite direction, creating an 'X' on Alex's right cheek.
'You-you are-' Started Alex, trying his best to ignore the pain of the 'X' on his cheek, and the blood that was dropping from his chin onto his hoodie. Based on the man's words this would be nothing compared to what he would he going through.
'Handsome, a genius, immensely talented-' Interrupted Sasha a threatening grin coming across his face as he strapped the dagger back across his chest.
'Insane' Sasha glared at Alex when the young spy finished what he had started, finally the man grabbed Alex roughly by the arm, ripping him from the guards with no warning before throwing him like a rag-doll at the wall closest to them.
'Respect boy' He said before turning to the guards and ordering them to move him to a room. Then Sasha left, not missing stepping on Alex's hand before he closed the door.
K-unit regained consciousness one at a time. Yet only two of their members were beside each other. Snake and Eagle were the first to wake, having been given a smaller dosage compared to their stronger teammates. Both had struggled for a moment before Snake's eyes fell to the bent bobby pin on the floor beside him.
He reached down for it and ordered Eagle to turn around. Within the minute the cuffs on Eagle were released, the SAS soldier not being able to contain his shock turned to face Snake.
'You know how to unlock handcuffs with a paper clip? Teach me!'
'Absolutely not' He answered quickly, before realising he may have to if they couldn't find Fox or Wolf. He turned around and instructed Eagle how to fiddle with the lock, using the bobby pin to adjust and move bits and pieces of the handcuffs. Just under ten minutes later Snake was free of one cuff, the other remaining hanging from his wrist.
The two set off to find their other teammates, it didn't take long to find Wolf, as they had known where the man was. Snake quickly look over the still unconscious leader before he told Eagle to take over while he went to find Fox.
An hour later, the time spent with three SAS soldiers searching for Fox. They didn't bother for Alex, they knew they had failed their mission, protect the youngest agent of MI6, the second day and they couldn't even do that. To make matters worse Fox was MIA and potentially taken hostage along with Alex.
Which meant they lost two MI6 agents, and they had to update the head of MI6 of the mission progress at 1500 (3:00pm).
'Snake get in contact with MI6, we're having the meeting early' Order Wolf, the man still dazed after the drug and taking to ordering his man from the breakfast bar where he sat uncomfortably on a stool. Snake nodded, and turned in return to the 'safe house'
Wolf meanwhile remained outside- surveying the ground and area that surrounded him. Fox was gone and so was the fourteen-year-old that they were meant to protect. Yet they hadn't been prepared- they hadn't expected an attack so quickly after just moving into the house. How had their targets enemies found them so quickly?
Ben groaned as he woke in pain, his arm felt a sharp pain and he instantly stilled as he moved it to get up from where he laid, unrestrained on the icy concrete beneath him. Carefully he maneuvered himself into a sitting position, his back falling harshly to the wall as he brought his right arm cautiously into his view.
His arm itself wasn't broken; in fact, he saw no damage at all only after he inspected the middle of wrist did, he notice a small pin prick. Shit.
Injected with something, maybe a small acting poison- he didn't know how long he'd been unconscious but whatever was in his system seemed to only have affected his arm. So far.
He returned his focus to the small prison like room he was in, cold concrete walls and floor, a heavy looking door directly in front of him as he sat exactly in the middle of the back wall. There was no cot or toilet- let alone a blanket or food and water.
Ignoring his isolated surroundings, he thought about his team, about Alex. He had been knocked unconscious while checking the area around the house. But he could only assume that the very same people who had knocked him unconscious had also attacked his team.
They mustn't've have won, or else Ben wouldn't be here. Or maybe he ended up the only victim. For now, though he would assume the worse- that each of his team members were in a cell much like his own and Alex was in a similar situation.