Alex lashed out with his foot smirking as he came in contact with a soft but solid stomach. Without opening his eyes he moved a fraction of an inch and threw a lethal punch. He was satisfied now. His punch had come in contact with Frank Wilson's temple killing him instantly.
Alex straightened his shirt and walked into the millionaire bathroom to his left. Turning on the water in the sink he washed his hands taking pleasure in the piercing cold water that washed the blood off his hand. He dried them slowly and made his was back out to the living room. He didn't so much as glance and Wilson but moved on to the front door. He exited quietly and walked to the elevator. Stepping inside he pulled his phone out and presses the button labeled one.
"Yes, Yes , fine." With that he slid the phone shut and excited the elevator on the first floor.
"There was a bit of a disturbance in room 508 if you wouldn't mind checking in." he said gracefully to the two women at the front desk. Then walked through the spinning front door, to the sidewalk outside, and into a black limonene awaiting him. Alex Rider was back
"Alan, he's on 5th street. Should we bring him in."
"Where was he?"
"Visiting Frank Wilson."
"Please send two agents down there immediately."
"Yes sir." Mrs. Jones turned flipping out her phone and spoke into it for several seconds.
"They are on their way sir."
Blunt nodded and walked over to his window looking over the streets on London. His mind wandered to the 20 year old Alex Rider. Sadly 5 years ago he had failed to return from the island of Scorpia. They had come in contact with him with the news of his death. Blunt suspected a fraud but there was nothing he could do to look for the boy. Now he had been sited and as far as Blunt was concerned he was the new assassin for Scorpia.
"Alan Frank Wilson was just found dead in his living room. They are not sure but he looks as if he has taken a deadly blow to the temple. They think he died instantly."
"Are they bringing his body in?"
"Yes sir."
He nodded and turned to face her. 'I fear we have a great problem on our hands."
Alex was currently sitting in a private jet overlooking and ocean of what he cared nothing about. His thoughts were everywhere but here. He was now getting increasingly annoyed with the flight attendant who came over every five minutes to make sure he didn't need anything. She smiled and swung her hips seductively every time she left.
Alex was not complaining about his definite looks. His body had filled out nicely. His muscles well defined under his loose fitting shirt. He stood at 6' 8 his blonde hair fell carelessly into his blue eyes. He choose to wear it slightly long. His style had changed over the years as his riches grew. The now 20 year old Alex Rider was considered the 5th richest man in the world however his style did not show this off. He chose to wear ripped jeans and t-shirts. On casual occasions he opted for a button up plaid shirt usually blue or black. He thought back to the previous 5 years. Even after M16 had gotten a hold of him informing him of his fathers' double identity he choose the assassin life. It was much more exciting and benefited him well. He had trained with Nile for the past 5 years and had easily overcome him in skill. Alex overcame his fear of killing instantly and had done it with ease more times then he could count.
He felt the plane begin its descent into the Italian private airport. When it finally touched down the flight attendant who had learned held the name Suzy was instantly at his side with his luggage. He took it with an annoyed smile and removed himself from the plane. Another limousine waited for him outside. Alex waited for the driver to load his belongings into the back of the car before he stepped in. Alex Rider was finally back, and he was in need of a seriously calming night.
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