All Isn't Well Chapter 2, an alex rider fanfic

OMG I'm so sorry I didn't update!!!!!!! Here's another chapter!

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I'll be gone on vacation from December 7th to the 27th, so this is the last update. Please review! Think of this as my Christmas present to you all.

Kristen blew her hair out from her eyes. Alex was sitting in the seat next to her as they prepared for takeoff. Great. Twelve hours to China. Then I gotta deal with…Shen. Shen, the notoriously ruthless leader of the China branch Triads. She closed her eyes. How did I get myself into this mess?

Alex leaned against the seat tiredly. How am I going to survive this? All I want to do is be normal for a bit. Hang out with my friends…and Sabina. Sabina…why'd she have to move! Now I'll never see her…I remember Damian Cray…and she didn't believe me. And now Kristen, another teenager my age is being used by MI6. Well it wouldn't be the first time; she was working for the Triads. I wonder how she would be if none of this had ever happened. How would I be? Just another regular school boy? His thoughts reverted back to Sabina. If she'd really liked me she would have agreed to move so quickly. Will she ever come back? What if she never does? Maybe I should move on…

The plane took off. He picked up a magazine and waited for the plane to land.

Twelve hours later, Kristen jabbed Alex in the ribs to wake him up.

"What the-"

"Shh!" she muttered surreptiously pretending to look for something.

"Ah," he murmured and stood up to get his carryon. That was all they were allowed, a carryon each and one laptop. Kristen had the laptop.

They left the plane walking down the boarding passage and Alex shuddered as he felt the heat and humidity through the walls. It was a stark contrast to the cold, dehydrated air of the plane. Kristen was unaffected, choosing to walk faster towards the gate.

Alex hurried to catch up with her and they went past the security guard. Minutes later, both of them put their carry-ons through the scanner and walked through.

It beeped. A security guard frowned and took Kristen off to the side.

"Is this bag yours ma'am?"

She didn't give anything away. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I have to examine it." He started rifling through the laptop bag and frowned in confusion when he only saw the laptop. Little did the poor, inexperienced guard know that there were many gadgets hidden in the laptop that only Kristen, Alex and Smithers knew about.

Kristen put on an annoyed expression. "It's a laptop! Of course it's made of metal! Now I'm going to be late for my flight!"

The guard looked embarrassed. "Er of course madam. Please accept my apologies." He put the laptop back and ushered Kristen and Alex through.

They left the gate and went out into the parking lot. A taxi drove up. The driver rolled his window down and said, "Ms. Chang? Mr. Rider?"

"Mhm." Alex murmured.

"Come on in," the driver said, opening the door and getting out.

Alex glanced at the driver but eased into the cab, Kristen following.

"To the Monet Impressionist 66th Anniversary Hotel," the cab driver shut his door. Kristen shared a look with Alex. MI6.

"When we get there you will check in and a porter shall show you to your rooms and inform you of the many services our hotel provides. We will be there…in about fifteen minutes."

Alex nodded and stared blankly out of the window. Kristen suppressed a sigh. He'd been ignoring her for much of the time; choosing instead to observe the scenery. Does he really hate me that much?

The driver reached the Monet Impressionist 66th Anniversary Hotel and took their bags, motioning for them to follow. Kristen walked after him, deciding to give up on Alex's behavior.

A man of about thirty was at the reception desk, typing away on a computer. He looked up as they approached.

"Ah Ms. Chang, Alex Rider I presume?"

"Yes?" Alex answered, taking in the luxurious hotel.

"Good. Come this way," the receptionist took their suitcases and another man appeared at the desk to take his place.

The receptionist led them into an elevator, where they rose up into the highest level; 6. I'm surprised no one has suspected this to be MI6's hotel. So many allusions to the agency.

"You will live in these two rooms while you carry out your mission. Every staff member has had a backround check done on them, speak several languages and are trained in martial arts, even the janitors. If this hotel was ever under attack, we are close to the coast and we have a ship. Everyone will be evacuated into the ship and we will sail for London. Your rooms have a door that connect the two, which I'm sure you will need for talks. That's all."

The two young spies nodded. The receptionist left the luggage behind in two rooms and disappeared. So young for such dangerous work…I hope MI6 knows what they are doing, he thought sadly as he rode the elevator back to his desk.

Kristen sat on the bed, not really know what to do. The real trouble began tomorrow, when she would have to explain everything. And then, balancing MI6 and the Triads. First…explain. And make sure I don't die.

The next morning, Kristen scribbled a note to Alex saying where she was going, not to follow and she'd be back as soon as she could.

She left the building with the earrings in; the other gadgets Smithers had given her hidden in her jeans pockets. Kristen had left the bracelet in the building after activating the tracking device to let MI6 know they'd arrived.

Only MI6 hadn't counted on the Triads giving her a few things of theirs. Even the Triads weren't so stupid that they would send an agent unarmed, even if it was a crucial bit of information. Kristen stepped off a curb and onto an old bus station and pressed 2-2-8 into the abused phone booth.

Not even a minute later a black car pulled up and rolled down its window.
"Ms. Chang. We are expecting you," a man wearing sunglasses said and opened the door for her.

"Hope I wasn't too slow then?" Kristen asked lightly.

"No," the driver answered shortly.

The first man closed the door and sat back down into the passenger seat. The driver swiftly brought them to a classy, high-profile apartment building destined for seedy politicians and shadowy businessmen.

The driver dropped the two of them off and the sunglasses-wearing man led Kristen up thirteenth floor. She could see everything in the frosted glass window panels next to the strong door.

Thirteen men clad in Armani, Gucci, Chanel, Hermes, any high-profile designer you'd care to name, someone was wearing it, were seated at a long table in quiet, vicious debate. Each and every one of those men were wanted for murder, felony, treachery, anything. But they instantly quieted down as soon as the man leading Kristen knocked on the door.

Kristen entered the room. The leader of the thirteen, the only one wearing white stood up and beckoned her to come to his side. Shen. The eighteen year old genius who led the Triads after his father's death. What he wanted…he got.

"Did you succeed?" he asked her emotionlessly. Everyone in that room knew that however carelessly he posed the question, if Kristen said no, she would be killed. All of the men were carrying guns.

"Yes. The…boy is dead."

Shen narrowed his eyes. "I heard from my man that you didn't shoot him?"

Kristen gave him a look that said she knew she could do anything she wanted.

"He is dead. Does it matter in which way he was killed?"

Shen relaxed. "No."

One of the other men stirred. "She did not shoot him; therefore she was not obeying orders. Such behavior deserves punishment."

The eighteen-year-old inclined his head. "You find something wrong with the outcome of this mission?" he asked softly.

"No, just a question. Why did she not shoot him?"

Shen turned to Kristen, a question in his manner.

"He was right outside of his house. It would have been, ah, messy. Poison has many uses, no?"

The men around them murmured quietly.

The leader smiled softly, clapped his hands and stood up. "This meeting is over."

Kristen was about to leave when he put his hand on her shoulder. "Wait."

She stopped, and he waited until everyone had left.

"What really happened?" he asked quietly.

Kristen glanced at him oddly. "What do you mean?"

He snorted. "Please. Don't expect me to take that bullshit. Why didn't you shoot him? I know as well as you that you were far away enough so he couldn't see you."

"The sniper is my only protection…from anything. You gave me only so many bullets. To use them on him would have been a waste wouldn't it?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Reality can't hide forever Kristen. You may as well tell me now."

"I've already told you."

Shen sighed. "I've missed you you know? The least you could do is tell me the truth."

Kristen smiled softly and let him hug her before saying, "Friends don't push others Shen." With that, she pulled away and left the building.

How was that?!??! I had writers block for like a billion days…sorry!!!

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Independent-Chick-92: Thanks and so sorry for the not updating thing!! Usually I update every other week or so.