A longer chapter because I couldn't split it. I hope you don't mind. Oh, and sorry for the mistakes, I write very fast and don't notice them...and when it's uploaded it's too late to correct... (or I'm just too lazy to do it...)

By the way, I'm no native speaker so please forgive me that my English isn't perfect.

Chapter 6

When Alex got back to the orphanage, he couldn't think of anything else than the mission his father had done seventeen years ago. Had he really slept with this Natasha Sedov, had he liked it? Had he had a bad consciousness because his wife had been at home in Britain, pregnant with him? His thought of this woman couldn't leave his mind.

And then this girl, had Mrs. Jones told him her name? Close to the door to his sleeping room he stopped.

No, she hadn't told him her name. Why not? She avoided it and he hadn't asked.

Damn it, he thought, when he closed the door behind him and turned on the lights. He still imagined the face of the slender, tall woman with that psychopathic and empty look. She scared him a bit but he was surprised about himself that he didn't intend to search her. He looked out the window to the dark city. Out there, she was hiding.

Was she waiting for him? Did she really believe he would look for her? Then you're wrong, he thought and that would prove that they really had nothing in common but some DNA. The daughter of my father, Alex thought. But he had been so young, never remembering his parents in any detail, only his uncle who he grew up with.

He looked back at his bed and on the alarm clock. It was ten forty-eight, too early to sleep but he decided that nothing he could start now would work out. So he changed into his night clothes, a long jogging trousers and a T-Shirt of Chelsea, something reminding him to his life in London.


He woke up in the middle of the night believing that he heard a sound. Bare night fell in through the window and Alex was awake immediately recognizing a shillouette sitting at the edge of the bed right in front of him.

He fumbled for the light switch and pushed it and would have nearly screamed out loud by noticing the barrel of a gun pointed at his face. With wide eyes he followed the arm to the body and the face.

A man was sitting there, grinning at him. He was in his late thirties, already had grey-brown hair although nearly bald, grey-brown eyes, he was muscular, wore a shirt, jeans and a brown leather jacket.

He was someone you didn't want to meet in a dark alley at night and especially not someone you wanted in your bedroom in the middle of the night.

"You know who I am?" he asked with broken British accent which Alex couldn't define a country for.

"You're...The Gentleman..." he stammered in surprise. Mrs. Jones had been right and this man was fast. He wondered if the guards who should watch him were either dead already or haven't even notice this man entering...how? Through the window or through the door?

"You know why I am here?" he asked in a severe tone.

"You...my sister sent you..." Alex said and looked around. His window was still closed so he guessed the man must have broken in through another window or the backdoor to the orphanage's garden.

"Sister? What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked confused.

Now, Alex was the one being confused, too. If his half-sibling didn't sent him, who then? "Who wants me dead then?" he asked surprised and already remembered a thousand of other person who would like to bury his body personally.

"Someone you made angry...But he has a girlfriend, your sister, I assume?"

"Half-sister, please. Who?"

"Guess," The Gentleman seemed to enjoy his position of pointing the rifle at the young boy. For him, it has never looked so easy, just kill a seventeen year old.

"I don't play your sadistic games," Alex answered annoyed and bored. But suddenly, it all made sense to him. His half-sister encountered an old arch-enemy of him and starts to help him to find his revenge.

They hire The Gentleman and...there was still the question why she didn't want to do it herself. Alex frowned. She expected the assassin to fail. She knew what he had done before and a simple hit man couldn't stop a trained MI6 spy. "I've made a lot of people angry in my past. So you either tell me know or you don't."

"His name is Ryan McCain. Remember his name?" The Gentleman answered with a bride grin on his face. He loved to be in power over his victims.

McCain, McCain, Alex remembered that name...Desmond McCain, that bald, black-skinned man who had once wanted to kill him. He had finished him off with an oil drum that exploded.

"Desmond McCain had a son?" he figured out in disbelief.

The Gentleman nodded. "And he is very angry. Had a pretty girl with him, long, brown, curly hair, too slender, tiny boobs, seemed not to have a lot of fun in her life, as serious as she was?"

"May be my sister..."

"Tell me something about her. I think he fucks her, well, she is pretty...," The Gentleman laughed.

And Alex guessed him right as a man who took what he wanted, both death and women.

"I don't know her. She escaped from prison two months ago..." Alex needed time to think. She expected him to finish the guy off, but he was a trained assassin and not very small. Alex turned around shortly and back again. He thought. There were some books lying behind him and he tried to remember which was the one Mr Smithers gave him the last time they had seen each other. He had said that it should remind him on the common time together.

"Ah...seems to be a real tough one, I like that..." The Gentleman said and Alex could imagine the dirty thought he was having right now. His chance to grab.

Hectically he fumbled for his Harry Potter book he had just spotted right behind him. Before The Gentleman realized what Alex planned, he pressed the button which was hid under the author's name.

A tiny dart with tranquilizing chemical filled top jump out and directly into The Gentleman's arm. He squalled in surprise and Alex pulled his arm aside to grab the gun. He didn't get it but managed to hit it out of the man's hand. The weapon landed on the floor and flew against the book shelf on the opposite wall.

That was the point when Alex jumped out of the bed and threw his body on the astonished assassin.

His fist crushed down on the man's face who couldn't shun that fast. His head hit the woody edge of the bed and Alex stumbled backwards in surprise. But before he could turn around to reach out for the rifle he saw the hatchet man pulling out a knife.

"This is my reassurance," he hissed and the blade shimmered in the night lamp light. "Usually, my victim's don't dare to fight like you. You must be really tired of life!" He started to walk towards Alex, feeling secure with the sharp knife in his hand.

But Alex, not wanting to encounter the man nearly weighing twice as much as he did, turned around and ran out of the room, shutting the door which flew open again two seconds later. Quickly thinking Alex decided for the staircase upwards, taking two stairs at once, hearing the assassin coming after him, screaming all kinds of insults.

Suddenly, the light in the stairway went on and Alex knew that he had attracted too much attention and that about half of the orphanage must be awake by now.

Not caring for how to explain that later, he reached the last floor, running down the corridor towards the window. He opened it in panic and looked down to the ground. He was in third floor, not quite the height you wanted to jump down. He looked aside and noticed the downpipe.

"I must be insane," he muttered but agreed at the same time. He took a run-up and jump, grabbing the pipe for hold, now hanging without anything under him to prevent him from falling down.

He felt the plastic ripping open his hands and he brachiated forwards, moved sideways with his hands. He recognized The Gentleman appearing at the window, his gun again in his hand, aimed at Alex right now. Panicking, Alex tried to move faster away, not being strong enough for pulling himself up the roof.

He reached another window where light was on and noticed how Katie, another child, fifteen, was watching outside. He kicked at the window and shouted "Open, please!" when the first gun shot was fired.

He ducked automatically but was glad that The Gentleman was such a bad sniper. The girl opened the window and he let himself fall down, trying to grab hold. He landed with his chest on the window sill, shifted all his weigh forward and fell down into the room.

"What the hell are you doing?" Katie asked in shock, wide-opened green eyes staring in disbelief at him. "Who has shot at you?" she gasped.

But when Alex stood up, he pushed her against the wall and whispered: "Stay in here!"

Without more explanation, he ran out of the door, already hearing the footsteps of the killer behind him. He didn't dare to turn around, reached the staircase again and started stumbling down, crashing against the next wall, then turned to take the next stair down to the bottom floor. Light was already lit everywhere and he noticed interested glances of the other children.

"Alex, what's up?" one of the care workers asked and appeared from the kitchen.

Before Alex could shout any warning, another gun shot was fired, missing Alex closely but creating a nice hole in the wall in front of him. He turned to the main door, realizing it was locked and instinctively ducked. The next bullet shivered the glass, and the broken pieces of glass fell down on Alex who protected his head with his hands.

He heard people screaming who had been watching and without caring, Alex ran out of the building. When he reached the garden fence, he turned back and saw the assassin a few meters behind him, preparing for another shot. Suddenly, Alex' attention was awaken by the noise of creaking car tires and the street was lightened brightly.

A door was opened and he recognized Marc's voice screaming "Alex, come in!" Alex didn't need to listen twice and threw himself into the car. The door closed when the car started to drive away and the silhouette of The Gentleman grew smaller with the distance.

Alex dared to look around and recognized MI6-agent Marc sitting on the backseat, while another unknown agent was driving the car. "You could have intervened earlier," Alex complained and picked some glass pieces of his shirt.

"We noticed your guards were dead when they didn't report in for midnight," the seventy-years-old agent explained. "Mrs. Jones was scared and sent us, we realized, they were both shot and then heard the gunshots."

"It was The Gentleman," Alex explained.

"We'll care for him. You will be brought to MI6 HQ in DC right now, where you've been yesterday. It's safe there for you."

"Let's hope so," the boy answered and wiped away the blood of his cheeks, staring out of the window where the street lamps were just passing orange lights.

That's the sixth chapter and I still haven't got a single review. Please write me what you think...