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Alex use to be amazed at how many moods Blunt could draw out of him but apparently Blunt didn't hold a candle to Ice and it was becoming absurd.
Alex had started the day feeling safe but determined, he had then become uneasy and by the time class had started he was preoccupied and tired. Then he noticed that he wasn't being watched and had started to feel nervous and jumpy. By the end of the day all thoughts of sleep were gone and all he could think about was 'where was Ice?' and it had started to make him panic but now all Alex could feel was anger.
He knows he isn't really thinking logically, how can he be? But having been feeling protected and watched-out-for for the last week feeling alone and isolated felt wrong.
The week had started to make him feel normal in a weird kind of way and by the time he had come to accept that Ice was the reason everything changed again and he was sick of it. Sick of everything always changing, sick of always having to adapt in a world that he never even wanted. The problem was that it wasn't just Blunt anymore that was agitating him it was little stuff like Tom's belief that being a spy was cool and the teachers looking at him like he was a lost cause. The other pupils looking at him like he was a criminal and his 'friends' asking him if he was going to be in tomorrow and it was all made worse by all the lies that were piling up in his head.
Now that Ice wasn't there it was just too much and he was fed-up of it.
MI6 had arranged for Alex to get PT four times a week but since he was almost back to full health this was going to be his last week of 'classes' which no doute meant that They would want to send him on another mission again and with Alex's fired up state that thought was enough to send him cycling full throttle right to the Bank, his rage fuelling him and while he was riding a plan started to form in Alex's head.
Alex thought it was a stupid idea really but he was too annoyed to care. While in detention he mulled a few things over and Alex figured that if Ice knew what he was doing then MI6 must have some record of him.
Alex needed to find out who Ice was and get this mess sorted out. Even if they won't let him look through the record then at least... at least what? Alex chided himself he WAS going to see those files whether Blunt liked it or not.
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Alex reached the bank then dumped his bike outside, walked into the dull lobby and up to the receptionist cutting whatever she was about to say right off before calmly looking her right in the eye.
"Here's what's going to happen. You are going to call Blunt and inform him that AGENT Rider is here to see him immediately and is on his way up." Alex turned and went straight into the elevator and pressed the button for the 16th floor encoring the receptionist's protests.
If nothing else it would be interesting to see Blunts reaction after calling himself an agent and Alex thought that for that next while it wouldn't be so bad if Blunt was the one off balance especially so that it would help get him to Ice's file. Alex figured that even MI6 wouldn't send him on a mission if he wasn't full healthy which meant he probably had about a week before things started to go bad to find Ice's file and...meet him or something.
The elevator binged open and Alex walked slowly down to room 1605 then took a relaxing breath before walking in to the lion's den.
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Alan watched as his best asset walk into the room and sit self-assuredly on the seat in fort of his desk, Jones shifted uncomftably.
Alex's eyes were smirking at him but his face gave nothing away, his body language wasn't giving anything away ether, there wasn't anything about him that gave anything away.