Alex heard a groan. Then the sound of a body falling filled his ears. He looked down at his gun. He hadn't fired that was for sure. His mind was in such a daze that he didn't even know if it was him who was dead. The room was filled with the sound of yelling. Agents poured in and Blunt and Alex were escorted out of the room. They were taken to a large hall where Blunt sat down. Alex sat down too, without being asked to. He knew that Blunt would never ask him to.
"What happened?" Alex asked, finally breaking the silence.
"She was shot." Replied Blunt simply.
By who? Asked Alex. He was very confused. One moment she was taunting him, the next moment she lay dead on the floor.
"Yassen Gregorovich." Said Blunt not paying attention to Alex.
"Yassen killed her?" Alex gave Blunt a questioning look.
"He must have." Said Blunt, " and I think that I know how he did escape. Those guards… did they seem familiar? Because I have never seen them before." Blunt groaned. "Yassen must have cut the power of even the alarm that I pressed. The guards that arrived were fake. They must have taken him away. And then we thought that he would probably get out of here as soon as possible but in reality he stayed outside the window and shot Rothman."
For once Alex was grateful to Yassen, for now he wouldn't have to work with Rothman. But he must have guts to have come back and shoot Rothman.
"But that can only mean one thing!" Blunt raised his voice.
Mrs. Jones walked into the room just then. She was sucking a peppermint as usual.
"Get out" yelled Blunt.
He pressed a button on his desk and a couple of agents ran in." I need you to scan the building. We're looking for a bomb." The agents were about to go out, when Blunt stopped them. "Wait, If Gregorovich was here about twenty minutes ago, then it's too late. I need you to helicopter us out.
Blunt, Alex and Mrs. Jones were in a helicopter. It was flying over London.
"Where are we going?" asked Alex.
"A safe house" was the reply.
As the words were said, there was an explosion underneath them. The whole helicopter shook from the blast. Alex looked down in time to see a huge explosion dying down. The sound of sirens filled his ears. Blunt had taken out a pair of headphones and a mouthpiece.
He spoke into it, "this is Alan Blunt, MI6 special operations division, my main base has been blown up, myself and my assistant were the primary targets, but we managed to escape." Blunt stopped talking for a moment and in that moment the driver of the chopper fell down, dead.
Blunt quickly, climbed into the pilot's seat, and spoke into the mouthpiece. "The pilot of the vehicle we are traveling in is dead. Requesting flight assistance immediately."
A voice came crackling into the head phones. "Situation acknowledged. Our men are scrambling. Emergency equipment will be standing by. Flight assistance, ETA fifteen minutes."
"Alright let's see how I can work this." Blunt looked at the screen. He saw a big red dot. He assumed that it was the helicopter. Then something caught his eye. On the screen there were four other yellow dots closing in on him. He spoke into the mouthpiece:We may not be here in fifteen minutes."
He suddenly swerved the chopper, and a missile past by meters. "We're under attack he said to Alex and Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones continued to brief Alex. "The main person in the building is a man named Christopher Jones. He is the deputy head of Scorpia."
"How do you know all this?" asked Alex. "And if you do then why don't you arrest him, instead of making me go on a mission that may well be my last." "We need you to go in," said Jones. "We know him because, well, he's…"
I FINALLY UPDATED. I THINK THAT THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH THE UPDATING FEATURE, THOUGH I FINALLY MANAGED TO GET THROUGH. REVIEW. I USED SOME AIR FORCE ONE LINES, YOU MUST HAVE NOTICED.