Jordan tried to shove the image of Alex out of her mind while she wandered the streets of London trying to make her way through the crowd of people and to the start of the parade. She knew that where he would be.

He would be lined up at the front and that's when she'd attack. Not literally of course, but to him it would feel the same.

"Sorry, miss, but this is a restricted area," a London policeman told her while blocking off the sidewalk that lead up to the very front of the parade.

"Oh, I'm sorry… but what's back there that I can't see?" she asked, trying to act innocent and she prayed silently that he would buy it.

"It leads up to the beginning of the parade and we don't want anyone to see the floats or people," he told her and then a plan formed her head on how to get him to tell her another route.

"But please, my house is back there and I promised that I would watch the parade with my family!" Jordan pleaded hoping that this would also work. And it did.

"Didn't we send notices that this would be blocked off?" he inquired and she just nodded. He finally sighed, "Okay, okay. Turn left here and go down two blocks until the stop sign, then go across the street until the yellow house, and then go into the ally right next to it and you should be there."

"Oh, thank you so much!" she smiled sweetly at him.

"You're welcome, miss," he smiled back. Jordan then turned left and followed his directions.

Once she arrived at the yellow house, trouble arrived for her.

"Hey!" she turned around and saw a cop running towards her. She quickly turned around and her walk became a sprint. Jordan ignored the cop's protests and kept on running past alley and into a park.

Oh shit! She thought when she saw Mr. Blunt sitting in his car with Mrs. Jones next to him.

What the hell are they doing here? She thought harshly as she quickly stopped and turned left down a different alley.

When she arrived at the other side she quickly realized that she standing in the place where the people participating in the parade would set up.

"STOP!" she heard the distant shout of a cop but she ignored it and started running down the street. Trying desperately to find the convertible that the prime minister was ridding in.

"When are we leaving?" she heard a low and gruff voice ask someone faintly. She whipped her head around to see a security guard ask another security guard ask another next to a tan, Mercedes-Benz convertible that contained the prime minister!

"SIR!" Jordan screamed as she ran up to him.

The both turned to her and raised their eyebrows, which was barely seen since they were wearing black, aviator sunglasses.

"Miss, are you authorized to be back here?" one asked but she ignored the question.

"Sir, I have received information that there will be danger for the prime minister during the parade-" she started saying but was quickly cut off by the other security guard.

"Miss, we have this place secured tightly, no one will be able to hurt Mr. Brown," he assured her but she wasn't even slightly convinced.

"Are you freakin' kidding me?" she exclaimed, beginning to loose her patience for security guards that wouldn't listen. She looked around trying to figure out a plan but once she saw the keys that were in the ignition in the prime minister's convertible she had a plan.

"Okay…" she said sweetly which made the two men's faces light up a bit, "I guess you're right. I guess I'll just go back to my float now," she told them and they nodded to her.

Once they turned around she attacked.

The first one she kicked in the pressure point behind the leg making him collapse to the ground. The second one she decided to hit in the back with her elbow with such a force that it made him completely collapse to the cold ground like his co-worker.

Before they could get up she ran towards the convertible and jumped inside.

"What the heck?!" the prime minister shouted as she started the car.

"Sorry, sir," she apologized as she made a 'U' turn and sped off down the street, hoping to get as far away from the parade as possible. "This is serious business though," she explained, praying to God that she wouldn't serve life in prison for her stunt.

"I demand you to stop!" he shouted but Jordan didn't, she just made a left-hand turn.

"I can't really do that," she told him calmly and then made another turn.

"What? Of course you can, just stop the car and I won't press charges!" he told her sternly but she just ignored him this time.

BAM!!

She heard a loud gunshot and then the shrieks of people everywhere.

Alex, she thought and then stopped the car, that's my cue I guess.

"Where are you going!?" the prime minister demanded when Jordan hopped out of the car and started running towards the gunshot.

"Sorry, but I have to go! You'll thank me later!" she promised and then ignored his shouts and continued running to wherever the noise was coming from.

After five minutes she was impressed that she could run for so long, but of course she was trained for that kind of endurance.

Suddenly, out of the blue, she felt a large force hitting her side and sending her across the alley. Jordan finally stopped once her body slammed against the sidewall of the alley, knocking her unconscious.

A man stepped out and smiled down at her.

"You can never run away from me, Jordan," Yassen told her with a smile and then had his people drag her into a Rolls Royce. He got into the passenger side and they drove away quickly.

At the same time Jordan was given directions to an entrance into the blocked off parade starting point, was the same moment Alex spotted movement in building window that was supposed to be boarded up.

"Excuse me," he said to girl that was in her mid twenties, "can you tell me what that building is used for?" he asked politely. The girl rudely checked him out before answering.

"You can more than an answer if you want." she told him with a mischievous smile.

"No, I'd just like the answer."

After an awkward response from the girl he rejected, he started running towards the nearest security guard hoping that he would cooperate.

"Sir," he called to the man who looked down at him with disgust once he saw him, "how can I get into that weapon machinery building?" he asked trying to sound innocent, which he failed at immensely.

"You can't, it's closed. Why do want to know?" he asked suspiciously.

"I saw someone in the window," Alex replied honestly, it is the best policy after all.

Which apparently didn't work since the security guard COMPLETELY blew him off. "Oh please, don't make up such foolish things!" he spat and then waved his hand at him as if to shoo him away like a fly.

"I'm not!" Alex insisted but it didn't work.

"Stop bothering me!" the guard snapped so Alex backed off but before he did, he quietly took the man's gun out of his holder. He successfully went unnoticed so he tried is luck and took his key card away too.

Success again, he didn't have a clue what the key card did but he took it without being noticed so he was determined to find out what it did.

Alex rushed towards the building going unnoticed be everyone. He quickly walked up to the back door and examined it. There was no sign of forced entry at all, so he simply turned the handle and pushed in the door.

Magically it opened instantly, Alex held up his gun like he saw actors do in cop shows and walked inside slowly.

Creak! He stopped once he stepped on a spot that made the wood floor creak loudly.

Nothing happened, so he started walking around again.

The old building was covered with machinery and boxes of weapons that were ready to be shipped out. Even though the building was used almost every day, it looked as if nobody had touched it I years. The windows were dirty and the floors were covered in dust.

"ACHOO!"

Alex jumped and then quickly calmed himself down so he wouldn't make another noise.

"Shut up!" he heard another voice snap, and then there was a quick shuffle of footsteps on the second floor.

"It's not like there's anyone in here," the other one reasoned, who sounded younger than the man he was talking to.

"We don't know that for sure!" his partner snapped and then they were silent, waiting for a signal of another life. Alex stood perfectly still as if his life depended on it.

Which is probably did.

"Why don't you go downstairs and check?"

"What!? Why me?" the younger one whined.

"Because, I have more experience so I should be the one in charge of the important stuff!" The man scowled then Alex scurried quickly to find a hiding spot I the building, which wasn't very hard.

The younger man walked down the stairs in a huff and then lazily started looking around the main floor.

Alex watched him with much amusement from a narrow opening with boxes stacked high in front of him.

"Nothing's down here!" the man shouted. This was Alex's time to act.

He stepped out of his hiding place and right when the man turned around ha jabbed him extremely hard with his gun on the side of his head.

OOF! The man collapsed to the ground and stayed there in his unconsciousness.

"Barney?" the man shouted.

"I'm okay!" Alex shouted, trying to imitate the man's voice.

"Okay!" Alex smiled with joy and then clutched his gun and tiptoes up the stairs.

He opened the rickety door and peeked in. A man's back was facing him and he seemed to be tampering with something. Slipping into the room, Alex quietly stepped behind a corner so he could get a better view without being seen.

The man was tampering with a large gun set up on a tripod! It was pointed towards a window that was covered by a dark curtain.

When he saw this, Alex took a step towards the door so he could escape and tell a guard who would actually listen, but the floor creaked when he stepped back. He froze in his place.

The man heard this and turned around.

"Barney, is anyone-"

BAM!! Alex fired before he even could second-guess the decision. The man fell to the floor with a loud thud.

Alex smiled and then quickly left the building using a different exit than the one he first used. He took off down the street when guards started swarming towards the building.

His mission was complete.