A/N: Sorry for not updating for so long, but since a couple people added me to their alerts, I decided to restart. Hope you enjoy, and remember REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope and faith.
Alex's mind was in a whirl. He had never expected Tony to jump off the cliff. More than that he had never thought Tony to be traitor. He didn't understand a lot of things. Why did Scorpia want to kill him? They'd had their revenge according to Mrs. Jones. So why were they after him?
Suddenly he realized the pain in his chest. He had been shot. Even while he'd been thinking he had been losing blood. He had almost passed out. But if he did now then he was done for. Both Wolf and Shulsky were wounded and were themselves in danger. He tried to stager over to the house, but fell on the way there. Then he remembered his cell phone. He quickly pulled it out and dialed 999. it connected to the MI6 ISDN connection. It was answered almost immediately.
"Blunt."
"Blunt this is Alex, I'm almost dead so send some men over. Wolf is also in a critical situation."
"What happened?" asked Blunt unperturbed.
"What! I'm almost dead and all you care is about the facts. Send some freakin men over here now."
"Alright." Blunt sighed irritated. Could no work be done without interruptions?
After the phone call Alex fainted. He had lost forty percent of the blood in his body, and would have died, if Blunt hadn't been his usual efficient self. He had, just after the call sent paramedics over immediately. He had also arranged for two MI6 agents to accompany them.
Alex when he woke up, found himself on a soft white bed. He couldn't move, as he had been drugged with some sort of anesthetic. He was an operating theatre! There were several doctors in the room. When they realized that he was awake, they seemed amazed, but one quickly took a huge injection and shoved it into his arm. He felt no pain, but immediately fell asleep.
The doctors were stunned. He should have not woken up for another five hours. The anesthetic they had dosed him with would have kept an elephant knocked out for three hours at the least. They assumed that it was because he was so fit and healthy. Still it bewildered them.
Blunt and Jones were waiting outside in the waiting room. Something was disturbing Mrs. Jones. You could see it on her face. Perhaps it was because she showed some feeling for Alex. And he was wounded. Almost dead…
Blunt too, though he didn't show it was worrying. But being the work addicted selfish creep that he was he was worrying for different reasons. Alex was one of his best agents. Losing him would be a severe blow to the entire British Government. Blunt made it a point to have Alex, if he recovered, guarded. He didn't know whether he should. He'd think about it later…
When he woke up, Alex found himself in a bedroom. He groaned. He realized the place. It was his old room at St. Dominic's. Room 9. The place where the catastrophe with Paul Drevin had taken place. It was night time. He was surrounded by cards. All of them were get-well soon cards. He wondered why he was here. Then he realized that he had been shot. So Blunt had got help in time. He hoped Wolf and Shulsky were alright.
He lay down, and decided to turn in for the night. The next morning, he would ask his questions. Just then there was a knock on the door Mrs. Jones walked in. She apologized on behalf of MI6, and told Alex that there were armed guards at his door. There was nothing to worry about. She then left.
Alex pulled the blanket over his head, and closed his eyes. Just then, he heard a noise outside. He didn't bother with it. He didn't want to get caught up with a mad multi billionaire again.
There was something going on outside. Something very very disastrous. It was just very lucky for Alex that there were guards outside his door. What was happening now was a thing of total terror. It was fortunate that MI6 had taken the right measures. Very very fortunate.
Well that's chapter 9. Hope you enjoyed it. I may update soon, but I'm not making any commitments. If you review of course then it's a different thing.