Jail breaking

Alan Blunt tried his best to tear apart his handcuffs bounding him to Mrs. Jones and Alex.

"It's no use, Alex," Blunt painted.

Alex sighed; he could never get out, unless Blunt managed to pick up his secretly hidden laser cutter, but unfortunately, his left and right hands were tied trough a pole with Blunt and Jones forming an equilateral three-ways road facing outwards, with the one thing that could save them all.

"It's hopeless! If only Ian Rider hadn't died..."Alex mumbled.

Ian Rider! Yes! The game they played with Jack Starbright, his red hair caretaker, just a couple of months before Yassen assassinated him was a carbon copy of this knot!

Alex quickly and quietly passes his instructions to the other spymasters.

"That's possible…" Jones wandered.

Together, they raised their hands forming an 'X' and twisted around, lowering their hands. The young master Rider quickly crunched down and picked up his laser cutter and stealthily sliced through the chains; he was freed!

"Brilliant!" That was Jones's first compliment for Alex's quick thinking.

At the moment of victory, a guard creped in and shouted, "Oi!"

Before he could say another word Alex had twisted and back-kicked him in the stomach, sending air and silence scream out, he then afterwards fallen to his knee; incapacitated.

"They will notice his absence, you must go, Alex, NOW!" Blunt alerted Rider.

"I can't…"

"You must, and save the world for me, make Ian proud."

Alex hesitated for a few seconds, but he understood the man's urgency, he couldn't save them all but perhaps he could same England. Alex sprinted.