Here's chapter 2. I might not update chapter 3 for a while but it might come soon. Depends on the number of reviews.
BRIEFING
It was four o' clock in the afternoon. Alex had just arrived home from school. He was watching the movie 'MI: III'. Suddenly he heard a whirring in the back yard. He stood up and went to the back door. Ian Rider had a huge house. And a huge back yard as well. In the center of it was a chopper. It was a Night Hawk ECD18. It was the newest model of helicopter, and hadn't even released yet. Evidently this hadn't stopped these people, MI6.
He had known it was them the moment he had seen the chopper. Now a man came out of it and walked over to Alex.
"Alex Rider." He said.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Come with me please."
"Yeah sure, I'll just get ready and come back out."
He walked into the living room, and put the movie on stop. It was on the part where the main bad guy was thrown into the street and run over by a truck. Alex hoped that he wouldn't end up the same way. He quickly scribbled a note to Jack, and left with the men.
There four of them inside. Each had the same hard cold look, which put you in the rank of MI6. It was quite a large chopper. The most spacious he had ever been in. there were two compartments. One man said to Alex. "Wait here."
Alex did as he was told. He sat down on a chair, which reclined. Suddenly, a sliding door divided him from the other four men. A machine registered he was there, and a projector came out of a wall. The projector projected onto a small table in the center of the room. Looking at it he saw the figure of Alan Blunt appear on it. Speakers activated from somewhere, and the hologram began speaking:
"Alex, you must be wondering why you haven't been brought to us. The answer is simple. We couldn't afford to waste time. You had already agreed, and Mrs. Jones suggested that we brief you on your flight. Camp Green Lake is an hour away by helicopter, and we wanted to start you up as soon as possible.
CGL is an alternative to juvenile detention center. Children who have committed crimes, and don't want to go to jail, are given the option of going there. But the craziest part is that instead of a week in prison they are given years in Camp Green Lake. Many people don't like the thought of it, but the truth is that if you're in jail for even an hour, no one is going to employ you. This is not recorded so some people actually go there. They make them dig holes. It is like an alternative to prison chores. We think there's something fishy going on in there. We want you to investigate. We have no other information about it except that there are two staff members we know of. Any questions?"
"Yeah," said Alex, "Why am I going in empty handed?"
"Oh, you're not. Someone's going to meet you on the way. You'll get all you need. Oh and Alex, good luck."
With that, Blunt disappeared, and the dividing screen, slid down. "There is still half an hour till we land." Said one of the men. Alex didn't know what to do, so he dozed off. He was awakened by the noise of the chopper landing. It didn't look barren at all. There was no green lake. Perhaps the whole thing had been a hallucination to Blunt and it didn't actually exist.
But then an overweight man walked out of a warehouse, and Alex realized who he was. It was Smithers, the MI6 gadget master. He ha probably got a few things for Alex.
"Oh Alex." He said in greeting. "I've got some stuff for you. Come in here."
He disappeared into another warehouse and Alex followed.
"Now, first up we have an MP3 Player. But this isn't any ordinary one. If you twist the knob in the center, so that the arrow points anywhere, then you'll be able to hear anything said in that direction for fifty meters. I know it's like the one I gave you when you went to Nikolei Drevin. But this one also has a USB port which will take two hundred GB of information. Very useful if you want to steal data.
Next we have a shovel. You'll need it if you're going to dig. But this one had a titanium shovel (digging plate). The handle also detaches from the plate, and there is a knife, and a device you can use to contact us. It is like a laptop you use to email us, except its mini. Say hello to the Nokia 9500. That's about all you'll need. Or should I say all Mr. Blunt authorized me to give you. Good luck old boy."
Alex walked back to the plane, feeling more confident with his new gadgets. He knew that it would probably help him once he was there. But then he realized that Blunt, without actually telling him, had made his point. What was the point of digging holes? There had to be some explanation. Alex had a grim determination to find out what it was.