Up and down

Mivera screamed. "AFTER HIM!" That send 20 or so men and women, short and tall rushing to their designated search areas. One of them was Yassen.

The escaping spy heard his doom coming before it appeared. The famous contact killer fired twice and jumped onwards.

Dodging bullets, Alex must escape. He must find the bomb. Run and dodge. Run and dodge. His lungs will give up soon if he doesn't take a break, but Yassen was closing on at him. Yassen fired again, this time sending four foul bullets missing Alex by millimeters.

Alex reappeared next to a stairway. For more guards are closing up on him from behind and under. He had nowhere to go but up.

Run and dodge. Run and dodge.

A bullet hit him in his shoulder! It slowed much of his pace. No, no, no, Yassen was now less than two meters away!

Alex came around a corner, five more bullets missed him. He entered a room, grabbed the door and swung it shut. He enthusiastically lied down; bullets whirled around him, from both sides! Rider struggled for a chair and with it; he barricaded the other door. He can't last in here for long.

Thud. Thud. Thud. His heart screaming, Alex lied there for two, three minutes. What could he do? The room had 2 doors, a big oak table, a couple of chairs and an unlocked window, a window! The small sigh of hope touched Alex, he jumped up and sprint to the table. Forcefully pushing, Alex slammed the heavy table to one of the doors. He did the same with the other door but this time with chairs.

Now he could work without any disturbances.

"The question is: how did he escape!" Mivera questioned a roomful of MI6 royal agents.

"Never!" One shouted.

Bang! Yassen simply shot him.

"Any more volunteers?"

Everyone was in complete silence.

"I'm asking you again; how did Alex Rider escaped!" Mivera interrogated "Yassen, these people are stubborn; will you give them a motivation?"

Before Mivera could finish her withered sentence; Yassen already shot another MI6.

"OK! Fine! I'll tell you, what do you think spies use, dummy?" One not-so-royal man dared. And Yassen rewarded him with the feel of his cold bullet.

"What else does Alex Rider have, apart for his laser cutter?" Yassen aimed his pistol.

Alex tightened his yoyo to his belt. He was ready. Rider opened the window; it was a nice, scorching summer, hope it won't be his last.

Behind the young spymaster a guard came to the door holding a huge lumberjack's axe. The axe battered with the door and chairs.

Alex climbed up the window and peaked back, the guards were now in the room aiming for him.

"So long, suckers." Alex lets gravity took over and jump down head-first out of the window. The guards rush over and stared in daze, mouth dropped.

He climbed so high, only to fell.