o my god
i cant believe it
iv turned into one of THEM.
the people who don't update for months. im sooooooo sorry! i've been going through some things. plus school. and now all i have for you is 449 words of really bad writing. i think i need help. im in a rut! AHHHHH! i'm gonna stop now. i have nothing else to say.
What the hell? Where am I? And why does my head feel like there's a million oompa loompas singing their annoying songs in there? And why did I just think of oompa loompas?
These were the thoughts that ran through Shelley's head when she woke up.
She looked around, subconsciously trying to find any exits.
The room she was in had only one door with no doorknob. There were no windows and no vents.
Shit. I hate having to be rescued. Well… nothing to do but wait now. Might as well do something to pass time.
Shelley started doing pushups.
Alex stormed out of the car, parked on the side of Liverpool Street. Pedestrians rushed to get out of his way when they saw his face. He slammed open the frosted glass doors of the Royal and General Bank. The secretary just stared, wide eyed, at the cracks that spread across the bullet proof doors.
He was walking so fast by now, he was almost a blur. He slammed the call button for the elevators so hard, it got stuck.
He stormed out of the elevator when it arrived on the fifteenth floor and pushed open the door to office number 1605. Alex saw Alan Blunt just sitting in his gray chair, hands clasped on the desk. He had been expecting this.
It didn't make him any less furious.
"What the hell Blunt?" he raged, teeth clenched.
"We're not sure what happened, Alex. But don't worry; we have agents finding out what happened right now."
"You don't know what happened? YOU'RE THE BLOODY MI6! How the hell do you not know how someone got into one of the most secure training facilities in the world and kidnapped one of your best agents?
Actually, I DON'T CARE what happened! You can redo your security later. Right now, you're gonna call your stupid bloody agents off and they're gonna help me get Shelley back."
The last part, Alex said with a chilling calm. It was more frightening than when he was yelling. He had his emotionless mask on again. When he was done speaking, he expected Blunt to spout out some crap and refuse to help him. But to his surprise, Blunt turned to Mrs. Jones (who Alex hadn't even realized was there. That can't be good.), and told her to do what Alex said.
Alex realized that both Blunt and Mrs. Jones looked scared of him. They were actually scared of him. It was only a faint glimmer in their eyes, but it was more than he'd ever seen from them. But he was too pissed about this whole situation to care right then. Actually it made him feel good.
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