Getting bored of doing a disclaimer so…. From now on we're going to pretend that I've done it every time and not when I feel like it – although nothing you recognise belongs to me!
Enjoy :)
Chapter Four
Alex sat in Blunts office as Blunt requested that Alex stay at the Bank for the night and then stay with an SAS member until the business with Scorpia was resolved. He'd been told that they'd received information that Scorpia were pouring everything into killing Alex. He was to be on high alert until otherwise.
Yes, Scorpia had been the ones to try and out Alex at school, they wanted revenge and they were getting pretty desperate and Alex shut down more and more of their operations. The girl that they had captured had given them nothing yet and they were waiting for Alex to begin a full scale interrogation. He was the one leading the operation on Scorpia so anything done had to have his approval.
Alex declined seeing the girl from the classroom and opted instead for a meal and a workout at the gym before bed.
The next day dawned bright and early. Too early even for Alex – although he had got up at this exact time yesterday. Alex dragged his butt out of bed, showered and headed for the canteen and a large cup of hot black bitter coffee. A brew that he couldn't decide if he liked or not.
Sitting at one of the tables, Alex attracted stares from all corners but ignored them as he opened the letter that 'Ivy' had given him yesterday.
Alex
I understand that getting a letter shoved at you by a homicidal Scorpia Agent may not be the best way to show you that I want out of it all, but it was the best way for me to vent my feelings and solve the crisis at hand.
As a Scorpia agent I have murdered a great deal of people and can no longer deal with it. I know that my father only ever wanted what was best of me even though he never wanted a child. On the other hand I only wanted to impress my father and become the son he never had. It was the reason I allowed Scorpia to train me from such a young age.
I was always a mature young child; I understood things more quickly than the rest of my peers and it was only the first five years of my life that I spent in a non-violent way. I want you to know that I never understood another way of life was possible, not for a long time.
Of course my father had already started to train me to be able to defend myself. He didn't want me to be used against him. Therefore I don't remember a time where martial art practise was not a necessity or a time where my father wasn't on alert for trouble. But I want to start making time for these things; I want to have a normal future.
I understand, of course, that there will be consequences to what I have spent the majority of my life doing, and therefore I propose that you allow me to work with you. To help a country that I have hurt in the past. How do I know I can trust you, I hear you think. My answer is simple and disconcerting. You don't, you never will. But perhaps my testimony of all the illegal deeds that I have done and help in bringing Scorpia down will help you to decide.
If you decide that you want my help, or that you're going to arrest me, I'm staying at 90 Old Church Street B&B, Chelsea, London, SW3 6EP. Or I'm being held by MI6, but there's only a one percent chance that that will happen. But I bet it will now that I've mentioned it.
Please, let me know either way. I can't run from both Scorpia and MI6, help me do the right thing.
Rosemarie Gregorovich.
Alex blinked at the familiar name at the end of the sheet of paper he was reading. He had no way of knowing if what she said was true. Whatever, it was too early for this sort of thing. He stuck the letter back into the envelope along with the passport, identity card and credit card that had fallen out as he had pulled the letter out.
He took a sip of his coffee, screwing his nose up as the flavour hit the back of his throat, and then put his head on the table. That was why he never saw Ben, Wolf, Snake, Eagle and Cheetah accompanying Rosemarie into the canteen and heading for his table at Ben's request.
"Is that coffee?" A woman's voice said as Alex's head shot up. Rosemarie, looking sleepy, had already picked up Alex's coffee and was in the process of taking a sip. He raised his eyebrows at her. She ignored him and attempted to get up. Wolf's hand on her arm stopped her. "I only wanted a cup of tea." She said as she glared at Wolf. Wolf didn't seem fazed. Ben stood up; "I'll get you one, sugar? Anybody else want anything else?"
A muffled voice replied; "Something edible." Alex had slid back to his previous position of slouching onto the table.
"No sugar please, but something to eat would be great." She chirped with a dazzling smiled aimed in Ben's direction.
"You know, Yassen never seemed especially chirpy. Did you get that gene from your mother?"
"I never knew my mother, she killed herself – so I don't think she was especially chirpy." She spoke as if she was trying not to laugh, Alex gritted his teeth.
Ben made his way over a few seconds with a cup in one hand and a plate piled high with edibles oblivious to the tension that all at the table felt or he ignored it. Mrs. Jones made her way over to the group.
"Alex, this is Wolf, Eagle, Fox, Snake and the newest recruit is Cheetah, these are the men that you and Ivy will be staying with until you're to go to Brecon Beacons in three weeks meeting your year group there. We need to know everything that Ivy knows, who she is and whether she is completely loyal to Scorpia or not."
Rosemarie sat there with a bored look on her face as if she couldn't understand what was being said.
"We already have two of those things covered, but I will be withholding the information until further notice. Thank you Mrs. Jones." Mrs. Jones was taken aback by the forceful and dismissive tone that emanated from Alex as he fixed his stare on Rosemarie.
"Very well. You will be staying in a four bed-roomed apartment that we own in Camden Gardens, South Hampstead. Daniels knows all of the details, stay safe Alex." And with that Mrs. Jones left, leaving K-unit, Ben, Alex and Rosemarie in silence.