Here's chapter 4. Tell me what you guys think so far.

Alex was a nervous wreck. Within twenty-four hours, he would be reunited with Camryn. He was happy, excited, scared, and nervous. He paced back and forth across his bedroom. His duffel bag sat on his bed wide open and empty. He had planned to pack his things for the trip to Moscow, but his nerves got the best of him. He had absolutely squat accomplished. A knock on the door made him jump.

"Come in," Alex said.

Jack opened the door. "Alex, someone's here to see you."

Who could it be? Jack stepped back and a jolly looking, round man stepped into Alex's room. He held a black briefcase in his hand.

"Hello, Smithers," Alex greeted.

"How are you, my boy?"

"Not very well. I think I'm going crazy." Alex closed the door as Jack walked away.

"Well, I got your message last night. I pulled an all-nighter, just for you."

Alex smiled. "You didn't have to."

Smithers chucked lightly. "Of course, I did. I can't let you go around with assassins empty-handed. I'd miss you too much if we lost you." Smithers was probably the only person at MI6 who actually cared about Alex.

"I guess so."

"Alrighty, down to business," Smithers said, putting the suitcase on Alex's bed and opening it. He took out a Zelda game cartridge and handed it to Alex. "This is for your Nintendo DS. It's a Geiger counter since you'll be dealing with nuclear weapons."

Alex put the game into his duffel bag. He went to his desk and rooted out his Nintendo DS and all the other "games" he had. He put those into the duffel bag.

The next gadget was a black and white football keychain. "I know you play football, Alex, so I thought it would be appropriate. All you have to do is yank the ball off the chain, and it becomes a smoke grenade."

"Cool." Alex hooked the keychain onto the zipper of his duffel bag.

"Would you still happen to have your snowboarding goggles from a long time ago?"

"You mean the ones you gave me for the Point Blanc mission?"

"Those are the ones."

"Yes, I have them."

"Good. You'll need those."

"Why?"

"Oh! Goodness! I knew I forgot something!"

"What?"

"In a minute. Alright, I'm sure you remember this." Smithers handed Alex a pack of chewing gum. On the side, purple bubble letters read "Bubble-O-7." After chewing this gum for thirty seconds, it would expand uncontrollably and break just about anything. "It's grape flavor this time. Make sure you don't swallow it."

Smithers rummaged through the briefcase. "Ah, here we are. Here's another iPod grenade. Just pull out the earphones and boom. Now follow me."

Alex followed Smithers down the stairs and out the front door. Smithers opened the trunk to his SUV and pulled out a snowboard.

"This was supposed to be your New Year's present, but you were in the hospital," Smithers explained.

"What does it do?"

Smithers gave Alex an odd look. "It's just a snowboard."

"Oh…"

Smithers dug out a blue and gray jacket and handed it to the young spy. "Here's a flak jacket. You don't need anymore injuries than you've already had."

"Thanks."

"If you need anything else, let me know. You know how to reach me."

"But I'll be in Moscow."

"Ah, I have ways of getting to places. Don't worry about a thing, my boy."

"MI6 won't know anything about this, right?"

Smithers nodded. "I've got my lips sealed tight. But I still think you should get help from MI6 on this."

"No. I just want to get Camryn and leave. MI6 doesn't need to get involved."

"But you told me that Camryn said that she wanted to get some work done while you two are in Moscow."

Alex sighed. "Yeah…I think it has something to do with her father."

"Are you sure you don't want help?"

"I don't know."

"Well, call me if you want help."

"If I do that, you'll get in trouble for not telling them in the first place. I'll call Mr. Blunt directly."

Smithers nodded again. "Good luck." He clapped Alex on the back and climbed into his SUV.

Alex retreated back to the warmth of his house. He dragged the snowboard and jacket upstairs to his room. He began throwing clothes and necessities into his duffel bag. Within half an hour he was done. He zipped up the duffel bag and put it on the floor by the door. He gazed at the blown-up photograph of Camryn that hung on the back of his door. God, she was so beautiful. Alex missed her so much. Just the thought of being with her again made him smile. Alex's thoughts were interrupted by his cell phone's ringtone. He grabbed it off his desk and flipped open.

"Hello?"

"Stay away," said a menacing voice. It was a man's voice. It had a very slight Russian accent to it.

"Who is this?"

"If you know what's good for you, stay away."

"Who are you? What are you talking about?"

"If you come anywhere near my daughter, I will kill you," the man threatened.

"What are you talking about?"

"Stay in the safety of your home. I will not warn you again, Alex."

"How do you know my name?"

It was too late. The line went dead. Alex rushed down the stairs, grabbing his jacket on the way out the door. Jack called after him but he ignored her. He took the subway train to Liverpool Street and went into the Royal & General Bank. He rushed up to his office and turned on the computer. Once it was up and running, he opened a tracking program and plugged his cell phone into the computer. He ran a trace on the mysterious phone call. He waited about five minutes for his results. He couldn't triangulate the call, but he found the region the call had been transmitted from. Alex squinted at the computer screen. He ran the trace again to make sure it was right. The same result turned up. Alex sat back in his chair. His hand ran through his tangled blonde hair. The call was based in Chechnya.