The drop
Literally flying down Royal & General, Alex found himself actually enjoying the moment, his hair dancing behind his head. His body, now paralleled to Liverpool Street, was horizontally adjusted with his head a bit lower to the rest of his body. The free fall was like he was in a roller-coaster drop; his undigested late lunch from last night in France was hovering in his stomach.
Smiling wide, Alex was sadly realized that he needed to focus on counting the floors, he can't afford any mistakes.
About twenty floors under him, Mivera was furious; no one dared tell her what other gadgets Alex had.
"Mr. Smithers, I'll ask you one last time, what other gadgets Alex has with him!" Mivera screamed her voice above one-hundred-and-twenty decibel.
"OK, fine, I'll tell you," Smithers was trying his best to buy time.
Fifteen floors.
"Alex Rider has:"
Ten floors.
"A laser cutter"
Five floors
"A bug releaser pen"
Three floors. Alex jumped, rolled over and kicked the window, nothing happened! Alex pulled the wire twice and swung himself again. Nothing. Come on! He launched off and swung back, this time a crack! Another crack. Bigger crack.
At the sight of Alex, Mr. Smithers grinned.
"Mivera," He looked into her eyes, "Alex also has a harpoon yoyo."
Mivera immediately span back. Only to see Alex's feet in her face. Glass shattered all over (imagine slow motion like in movies), a couple of shards sunk themselves in Alex's arms, legs and face but he paid no attention to them.
"In your face;" Alex and Smithers shouted at the same time. But, too bad, Yassen, who was only hit by fragments of the window, limped towards Alex, grabbing his gun. The Smithers tripped Gregorovich. The gentleman slammed forwards.
"Run!" Smithers yelled.
This time Alex didn't hesitate. He knew exactly where to go.
