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Chapter 7

"You failed," Ryan McCain declared.

The Gentleman had returned to the back-room in the bar which I had showed him earlier. We were again sitting on the couches, Ryan next to me, the hand on my waist and the assassin in front of us. Three Scotch glasses were on the table and I hope he'll once die from alcohol intoxication.

"You didn't tell me he was a trained MI6 agent!" he protected himself.

"You know now," Ryan answered astonishing calmly.

Perhaps the silence before the storm and I would bet that The Gentleman won't survive this meeting. The killer nips his Scotch and leans back.

"Alex was supposedly rescued by MI6 agents," Ryan continues and I feel how he stronger grabs my waist. He is nervous, now they know we're after him. "What did you tell Alex?"

"Why should I have told him anything?"

"Because she installed a bug in his room," he pays back with a side-look on me. My eyes still x-ray the table in front of me and I hope that the next chance will be my turn to kill Alex.

For the first time, The Gentleman doesn't know how to respond. His mouth drops open and his eyes fixate on my face.

"Now he knows we're after him. I can't risk any more failures."

"I can break into MI6 headquarters, if you want. I will kill Alex as soon as I see him!" he promises and put the glass back on the table. I see panic slowly taking over the expression of his eyes.

"I've learnt that if you don't want to risk or to fail, you should do everything by yourself," Ryan continues, his voice is trembling and he leans forwards, taking his arm from my waist.

"And I don't want to fail anymore. This child killed my father while I was far away, unable to help," he hisses. "And he should pay for that!" he shouts all of sudden and his flat hands hits the glass table making the glasses jump.

The Gentleman stars at the black-skinned bald man in surprise and perhaps a big scared. He hasn't taken a gun to this meeting, what a fool.

"Kill him," Ryan says and leans back.

The Gentleman's eyes directly jump to me. He calculates me and hesitates. He doesn't know enough about me. I stand up and walk around the table.

"You really want this girl to kill me? How old is she, eighteen?" he laughs and stands up as well, he's nearly one head taller than I am.

"Kill him," Ryan repeats quietly and takes his scotch glass. He leans back and watches me.

Before The Gentleman can start laughing again, I push him down on the couch, clutching my hands around his neck. He grabs for my arms immediately but didn't expect me to be so strong. He tighten my grab and his face becomes red. He gasps for breath and his eyes get wet.

I tries to scream but neither can do that nor breath. Slowly, he glides down from the sofa on the floor. When he doesn't move anymore, I loosen my grab and feel his pulse. I take his head and break his neck which makes an unpleasant sound that's music to my ears.

I look at Ryan who is just finishing his glass. The expression on his face show something between madness and joy.

"What do you want to do with his body?" he asks.

"Dump it in the river. MI6 needs to know he's out of the game," I decide and step back to him. I sit down on his knees and his hands glide through my hair, down my neck and finally arrive at my breasts.

"You can't wait, can you?" I sigh. Like all men, he's lecherous and driven by his dick. "What about first we get rid of that body and then you may count my scars again?" I propose annoyed. I don't mind him touching me right now but I want MI6 to know that nothing is there to hold me back anymore.

"What about some scar-counting right now, then we get rid of the body and after it, we do it again, isn't that a proposal?" he asks with a huge grin in his face and his enormous hands slip down my belly and into my trousers.

"As you wish," I answer and lean forward to kiss his dark-skinned neck.


"What's up, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked when he answered his mobile phone.

"Alex just closely escaped an attack of a hit man," Tony explained in short breath. "A black car brought him to a building in downtown. I send McGee the address to check it up."

Gibbs looked over to McGee who was occupied with his Smart Phone. "It's a bank...wait, it's MI6 headquarters in DC."

"It belongs to MI6," Gibbs explained to Tony. "Come back, DiNozzo. We have a body here."

"A marine?"

"No. We found him by coincidence and we believe it's The Gentleman."

"Wow, what makes you think that, boss?"

"He was found near the river, was dumped somewhere in the North and flowers were tied to his corpse."

"I'm on my way, boss." Tony ends the phone call and turns the car, not noticing he was watched by Mrs. Jones looking out of the window of the seventh floor. She turns back from the window, lowers the jalousie and turns on the light.

"That was close, Alex," she declared and looked at the boy in t-shirt and jogging trousers. "Agent Collins will help you with your wounds and bring you some new clothes. We should have been more careful."

He nods back and leaves the room. Mrs. Jones watched him closing the door, shortly before her phone rang. Surprised she answered the call: "How did you know I'm still working?"

"You're always working," the agent answered. "We just found out that NCIS located The Gentleman."

"They haven't been in the case anymore."

"It was a coincidence."

"Where is The Gentleman now?"

"In NCIS HQ, Autopsy."

Mrs. Jones' breathe stopped for a second. "He's dead?" she asked in shock. He was a high-profile killer, hunted by MI6 for ages already and suddenly he appeared dead?

"Obviously. He was strangled first and then his neck was broken. It was a profi who did this."

"Alex..." Mrs. Jones muttered.

"I beg you pardon?"

"Nothing. Thank you very much. I will contact NCIS right now to get his body over to the UK. I want him being autopsied there."

"Good luck with it," the agent said and was gone.

Mrs. Jones leaned back in her chair. Not MI6 had hunted him for ages, Mr. Blunt had. And therefore she, too, since she had joined the secret service.


"Ducky, this is Mrs. Jones from British MI6," Special Agent Gibbs explained when the two agents entered Autopsy. "Mrs. Jones, Dr. Mallard and his assistant Mr. Palmer."

They greeted each other and the boss asked: "So, what can you tell us?"

Ducky sighed and then started: "Like I said at crime scene, he possesses strangulation marks and here you can see shapes of the hand who killed this man. What catches your attention first?"

"They're very small. A young woman has done this," Mrs. Jones explained.

"Yes...how do you know it was a woman? She must have been extraordinarily strong." Ducky asked and also Gibbs looked surprised.

"She escaped two months ago from prison. We believe she offered The Gentleman a job when she surprised him at crime scene of your previous marine. She and a man called Ryan McCain hired him to murder Alex Rider who killed McCain's father."

"Who is this Alex really?"

"That's classified information and not important. Main thing is, he was an experiment of British MI6. Since it failed, we try to protect him," Mrs. Jones revealed. She turned to the pathologist. "You said his neck was broken, too?"

"Yes, it was done after our victim went unconscious. It obviously was a reassurance that he was really dead. How old is she?"

"All matter concerning Alex Rider and attempts to kill him are now case of MI6. Like I said before, it has nothing to do with NCIS anymore," she answered shortly and walked back to the elevator.

Gibbs jumped in shortly before the doors closed and shut of the power. She just sighed, knowing he wanted answers.

"I can't tell you more," she said sharply.

"What kind of experiment?" Gibbs asked.

She sighed and calculated the risk. But then, she trusted him and turned around. "When Ian Rider, Alex' uncle died, we blackmailed him to finish the mission his uncle started. After that, we used him for several other occasions because nobody suspects a school boy to be a spy."

"You blackmailed a school boy?" Gibbs asked in surprise and couldn't believe what the British were able to do.

"This is most classified material. We can't risk this information to get out. This happened almost once and we did everything to stop it. So don't tell anybody!"

"And what happened with Alex after his missions?"

"He suffered from very intense traumata since his last, ninth mission. We let him live with his friends-"

"But it didn't work out, yes. I read that part," Gibbs answered and sighed. He couldn't believe what this woman did to a seventeen year old boy...fourteen he suggested Alex must have been then. "Where is Alex now?"

"At MI6 headquarters. He's being watched constantly," Mrs. Jones felt uncomfortable although she was a trained agent. But talking about Alex made her always feel uneasy. She had never wanted him to be used but she had officially agreed to this project as much as Mr. Blunt.

"Now, tell me who this girl is...she killed a high-profile assassin and she works together with, I assume, one of Alex' old arch-enemies from his 'missions'?"

"Ryan McCain, the son of Desmond McCain, Alex had to kill him on his eighth mission which was called inofficially 'Crocodile Tears'. I heard your agent McGee is very talented for hacking into these sites."

"He hasn't done yet. And the girl?" Gibbs hated to repeat himself and slowly became angry. He stared into the eyes of Mrs. Jones who tried to avoid his look.

"Seventeen years ago, we sent Alex' father John Rider on a mission. It was successful and we arrested every member of an Indian arms trade organization. But the girlfriend of the boss was pregnant from John. She bore a child and we made sure that she grew up with her mother in prison. John's wife should never find out that her husband had an illegitimate daughter."

"You let the daughter grow up in prison?" Gibbs shouted, now definitely angrily.

"Natasha, the mother, was brought to a high-security prison in Canada where the guards were told to watch the child. As soon as she could walk, she had to work there. Her mother died when she was ten and the girl was on her own. After several incidents, including a prison riot in which she killed another inmate and hurt some others, she was sent back to Alaska. She escaped two months ago," the MI6 agent admitted silently.

Gibbs gasped for breath. He couldn't believe that. He looked at the ceiling and around before he could find any words. "Let me get this right," he started and tried not to shout. "One of your agent impregnated a woman he also brought into prison.

But because he had wife and son at home, you made this girl grow up in maximum security prisons with dozens of paedophiles, psychopaths and lecherous men. And now you wonder why she broke out and wants to kill her half-brother?"

Mrs. Jones remained calm instead. "To make you feel better I could say that I never wanted this to happen. Neither lock up John's daughter for her whole life, nor use Alex as super-spy. But it happened and now we have to stop Ryan and her from succeeding."

"Okay," Gibbs muttered and thought about the possibilities. "She won't be so stupid and enter MI6 HQ, will she?"

She slowly shook her head. "We search everyone who comes in. There is no way Alex can be endangered. Now our priority is to find Ryan and her."

"What's she called?" Gibbs asked.

"Alexandra."

"Oh god..." he muttered when he switched on power of the lift again. "I will tell my team. They can keep classified material secret," he added with a glance on the agent.

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