A/N: And here it is. The final chapter. All that stands between you and the sequel. Hope you enjoy!
Epilogue:
"Flight 307 to Arizona is now boarding in terminal 4," A voice stated from over the PA system.
As one, Ben, Alex, and Sparks' unit made their way to that terminal. They would fly from Australia to Arizona before flying back to England and landing at Heathrow, and refuel in New York. It was not the most ideal route from Australia to England, but it was the one they would use.
It had been decided that Sparks, Texas, X-Ray, and Scooter would escort the two spies back to England as their protection detail. Alex had protested that it wasn't needed, but Sparks had insisted. And that's how Alex found himself with not just one unit, but three. (K-Unit, C-Unit, and Sparks' Unit). And to think he technically wasn't even a part of the SAS.
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The flight had been a long one, and Alex was more than happy to be back on English soil. They made it past security and passport control without any issues (as suspected) but that's when the trouble started.
They were waiting in the baggage claim area for their suitcases when they saw them. Actually, Alex was the one who first noticed them.
Six men were shoving their way through the crowds, making their way towards Alex and Ben. And of course the guy leading the others was the same guy who had held the gun to Alex's head in Miami. He just couldn't seem to get a break.
And that's how the four Australian soldiers found themselves racing through and English airport with a bunch of guys chasing them. This was entirely new for them. They were soldiers. They were used to taking orders and shooting from covered places at other soldiers in other covered places. They were not used to the world of espionage and the running away of guys with guns while trying not to get civilians shot. Which is why they were following Alex and Ben without any hesitation at all. The four were too far out of their league.
When they stopped to catch their breath in a dark, restricted hallway (which Alex had burst through without even caring enough to read the restricted part. Then again, when did he pay attention to the rules?), Sparks was the one to make the statement, "I am feeling so out of depth here. I'm thinking I'm definitely going to keep the espionage world to the two of you. I could never get used to this."
Ben smiled, "Just wait until sometime you're called to fight a bunch of highly trained assassins. That's when the fun starts."
Alex adopted a confused look, which was pretty obvious as fake. "Why is that when the fun starts? I've never had any trouble in that regard."
X-Ray raised an eyebrow. From the short time he had spent with Alex, he had learned that there were some very…interesting things about the boy and the way he got things done.
Fox was the one to explain, "Alex over here has been in the field so long that he has a million and four contacts. Not to mention the fact that the number one assassin in the world, until he died a couple of years ago, refused to kill Alex. That in of itself has some lasting impressions on the general assassin population. But you can't forget his father's work either, or the name he's given himself over the past couple of years while working for MI6. Basically, when people hear his name, they either run and hide so as not to get involved, or are cocky and make a bunch of mistakes. Very select few actually go with any amount of good skill and try to capture or kill Alex. Speaking of which, when was the last assassination attempt?"
Alex shrugged, "I think it might've been four weeks ago. I don't there have been too many so I've just started ignoring them. It's easier that way."
"See? This kid is crazy. No other kid-no, wait- no other ADULT would blow assassination attempts off as a part of daily life and just go with it. You're seriously going to get yourself killed one of these days."
Alex shrugged once more, "I've already surpassed the average life span of spies, so it's all good. I knew when I started that I'd be lucky to hit 17. But look, here I am. So we can worry about when I'm going to get myself killed later."
Scooter shook his head and was about to comment when the door burst open and six men ran through, spotting the group of Australians and Brits almost immediately.
"Run!" Ben shouted, even though it was unneeded.
While they were navigating the twists and turns in the hallways, Alex and Ben started planning, "How the heck are we going to get out of this airport? Once we're out, we're as good as free."
"I don't know, Alex. They have way too many men blocking the exits. And because of that one guy allowing to get seen, the airport is practically in lockdown."
Their conversation was cut off as they burst through another set of doors and found themselves once more in a terminal. And trapped.
Alex and Ben started swearing in multiple languages as they realized that both the right and the left was cut off, and the group that had been chasing them blocked the only escape.
"Give it up and surrender," One of the men called out. "There's no escape. We've completely sealed off the airport. Nowhere for you to run. Due to our informant within MI6, we have known when you would be arriving here since your flight was first booked. So just give it up and admit defeat. You've been outmatched and outsmarted."
Alex's and Ben's eyes roamed the area taking in every detail.
Finally, Alex's shoulders slumped, "Fine. I guess we'll just have to send you a postcard filled with gloating."
"Gre-WHAT?"
Alex smiled sweetly before dashing off in the one unblocked direction. The soldiers and Ben, having amazing reaction times were able to catch up pretty quickly. For no one else had seen what Alex had. The door leading to one of the walkways that attach to a plane. One that was just about to close.
The six were only just able to get on the plane before the doors closed, locking the hostiles in the airport.
Ben sighed and found a group of empty seats, "You seriously have the luck of the devil, Alex. I mean, the fact that a plane was just about to take off and there just happened to be a group of empty seats and you just happen to have a back pocket filled with cash which we can use for tickets. That's just a bit too coincidental."
Alex smiled wolfishly, "Maybe I planned it all out beforehand."
"No you didn't."
"Ok, so maybe I didn't, but still."
"You realize what this means, right?"
"That we can't take a plane back to England and that we can't contact MI6 due to that spy? Yea. I got that, Ben."
"Right. So now we just have to figure out how to get home using almost no MI6 resources to do so from…Where are we headed anyways?"
"Ladies and Gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. We will be taking off momentarily, so will you please find your seats and buckle your seat belts. Thank you. It is estimated that we will be arriving in Slovenia in eight hours. Have a great flight."
A/N: And that is the end. The sequel/continuation/#3 in this series will be about their trip from Slovenia back to England using no MI6 resources and no airplanes. Should be interesting, right?
Anyways, if you're wondering where Slovenia is…look it up. It's in Europe. That's your hint. And yes, its just some random country. Hope you enjoyed 'Caught in the Act'!