Kidnapping
Young master Rider was smiling on a beach in the south of France. He was on a vacation with Sabina's family. Alex was having such a fabulous time; he could hear the wind howling, felt the heat of the sun and the softness of the sand. Perfect.
They had rented the house from a French family they'd met back in England at half price. The house was covered in white marble and had a blue roof, quite a typical color for the locals.
The fifteen year old Ms. Pleasure and her kind family were off to marvel a circus in town; Alex had no interest in this kind of thing and had stayed behind.
The young spy was lying on the white, clear and clean sand; enjoying himself. With the heat, anyone could've fallen asleep, including Alex.
It was 19.20 pm when the boy had regained conscious. The Pleasure family could be here any minute now. He quickly walked to the house, the kitchen, to be specific, he was hungry. He opened the fridge; nothing.
By the time the MI6's youngest recruit closed the empty food-chiller; two men were standing next to him.
Rider's instinct kicked in, and indeed he kicked. It was another awesome move Ian Rider had made sure he understood. The first man swore while his comrade punched the Karate kid in the stomach. Alex could feel air escaping his lungs, pain rushing all over him and his brain panicking. He had nowhere to go but upstairs. The escaping boy limped as fast as he could, but the kidnappers were faster. One of them grabbed the spymaster! The second asset reached for his white piece of cloth, which he stuck to Rider's mouth. The boy screamed through the cloth. He kicked, but the drug was too strong; he fainted.
Back at the MI6 headquarters, Mrs. Jones was sitting opposite to Alan Blunt.
"We shouldn't have done this," Jones agitatedly muttered.
"It was our only option," Blunt somehow calmly replied.
When the grey man finished his devilish sentence; the 2 men walked in, holding a boy between them. One of them pulled off the teenager's face mask.
"Good morning Alex, it's about time before you showed up;" Mrs. Jones tried her best to remain calm.
Alex was angry he was kidnapped, but he was even more furious when the kidnappers were who he should trust.
"You have no right to do this to me!" Rider started.
"It is our best bet." It was blunt.
"But why, if you need me, you could just only ask!" the young spymaster was losing his nerve.
There was a small pause "You could've said no." The tanned lady forced a smile. "We need you, Alex, I am sad to say, again."
"I thought we were over this, what is it now?"
"Alex, we need you to infiltrate the KGB."
"You're not being serious!"
"I am not the type of man who makes jokes," Blunt's expression was grim.
"Someone had planted a bomb in the CIA's headquarter in Langley, we suspected the KGB." Mrs. Jones tried her best to explain.
"And why do you need a kid?"
"Remember the president you saved during the Skeleton Key incident?" Mrs. Jones asked "Let's say that he was very grateful, you had saved his country, his people and his career, and he wanted you to give his young spies at the KGB headquarters in Kremlin."
"So now everybody is training young spies!" Alex was surprised.
"Yes, you were more inspirable than you think."
"No. I am not risking my life for you heartless people ever again," Alex denied. "I'd saved the world three times; it's time to give me a break."
There was a long paused.
"How's Jack?" Blunt began his usual evil scheme.
"No, no, no!"
"The police might accidently know that her visa had already expired…"
Alex knew it! Blunt doesn't care. To him; Jack is merely a weapon against their needed spy. Alex could feel bitterness in his mouth, he lost, and they won. Again.
Alex was miserable-he knew he could never deny Blunt's order.
"Under two conditions, this is the last time I'll ever go through with this, and two; my so called 'sister' is not coming"
"I'm sure the governor doesn't want his daughter in any of this mess, so she won't be coming with you" Blunt exclaimed.
"And Mr. Smithers is waiting for you" Jones added "Floor 16; take the elevator on the right, and, Alex, good luck."
