Alex
The speeding bullet tried to imprint itself in the speeding Aston Martin.
The two followers in the black Mercedes were arguing discreetly, while the driver of the James Bond car was reloading his gun.
Two long years had gone by since Alex Rider began his life as an asset to the British government.
At sixteen a lot of things had changed for Alex, with nothing to lose he decided that if MI6 would use him as an agent, he might as well also get the bonus´ to the job like the money, the guns and many other useful things.
After the decision was made he was pulled out of school and tutored, after a year of studying (various missions and many university degrees later including law, advanced mathematics and advanced chemistry) he got promoted to director of MI6 (Blunts position).
He had his secretary take his place at the desk, because he rather enjoyed the fieldwork, though he still called the shots.
He could now speak twenty-seven different languages fluently, and dabbled with forty-two others.
A sudden jerk of the car pulled him out of his train of thought.
They were gaining in on him.
Luckily for Alex his Aston Martin was handmade and customized by Smithers, so naturally it did all sorts of nifty little tricks. Alex hadn´t even gotten the chance to get to the bottom of the mystery that was Jack.
Alex had dubbed the car after his dead guardian.
Alex was at first very shocked to learn that the car had a mind of its own, well not literally but it scanned the situations and picked the best solution. Kind of like the brain how functions only this machinery can´t obey anybody but Alex or of course the people he gave it permission to obey.
Jack started shooting at the Mercedes and sick crunch could be heard as the car swerved of the road and into a tree.
Alex asked the car to stop and scan the crash scene. He took DNA, appearance and other important stuff and locked it safely away so he could get it to his private database.
He then took a small bomb put it in the Mercedes and drove away. About ten seconds later a boom could be heard and Alex smiled slightly, one less problem dealt with.
After twenty minutes of just driving around, Alex decided that he needed coffee.
He stopped at Starbucks, and got a cup of black coffee with just a little milk.
The female college student smiled and batted her eyelashes trying to look flirtatious, she also tried to discreetly give him her number, but it actually wasn´t very discreet at all.
The woman was pretty, but Alex really wasn´t interested in having a relationship, and then there was the age difference. The woman probably thought he was in his mid twenties, because that is what it looked like.
He had grown taller almost one hundred and eighty-seven cm with his fair hair and lean muscle. His brown eyes held massive depth and emotion, they were mysterious and apparently that attracted the opposite sex even more.
Sometimes though when it involved work, his face could turn so emotionless it scared people. Even his chocolate orbs could become passive.
His workout program and eating habits made it possible for him to remain utmost fit and healthy. He had even trained his body to sleep for only six hours, and he was a very light sleeper.
Despite this even if it was unnoticeable he was what people would describe as paranoid, even if it actually wasn´t paranoia that described his habit of always scanning a room in a few seconds, his muscles that never fully relaxed and the little voice in the back of his that said to never get worked into a routine.
As Alex walked out he crumbled the piece of paper with the phone number and threw it into the garbage can behind him without even losing a stride in his step. The flirting actually annoyed Alex after having to politely reject them, but his handsome and rugged looks could also be used as an effective way to get information.
He was also very charming, charismatic, diplomatic and good in politics. He could bend anyone to his will, in a discussion by talking to the person.
He had a job to do. Alex sat down in his car, took out a earpiece and called his assistant Lindsey. "Hey, Lindsey any messages"
Hey boss you have fifty messages and about two hundred e-mails
"Any important messages, and don´t call me boss" he said in a annoyed tone. He then turned left
Okay, the prime minister wants a video chat and there is a COBRA meeting planned in about an hour, I also have an unknown woman calling, she said her name is Ziva.
That name got Alex´s attention he swerved sharply to a stop and said "Call her up".