Hiya,

Thanks you every one for your reviews but now i ask for your opinions on the futhering of this short im stuck. i don't know whether to take alex to the SAS or bring the SAS to him. Both have been used many times before and their are so many stories on both. i had originally thought to bring the SAS to him but then thought that if he was sent to the SAS that could be really funny because of what his experiance has taught him. anyway please help. (inkypinkyanna yes i know your a freak but what the hell were you doing up at 8am on a holiday??????? [thats just plain mad] {unless you have a job})(Sarruby, alex wanted a normally life so i dont think he would have gone there for something that he could handle by himself, he aviods mi6 as much as possible so he would be reluctant to go there.)

Chapter 8

Alex suddenly sidestepped right with no warning, no shifting of weight, no flexing of muscle, no indication of what he was planning what so ever, but no one can out step a bullet. Alex felt the bullet graze the inner of his arm and saw it smashing into sycamore tree sending slithers of wood flying in every direction.

Alex ran. He headed for the gate as bullets cracked the concrete beneath his feet, one grazing his lower leg before hitting where is foot had been a second before.

Hell, at least they aren't that competent. Alex thought as he sprinted across the last bit of playground and out the gate ignoring the burning in his lower left leg as he ran. Alex turned right outside the school gates and risked a glance behind him, now he wished he hadn't, as he saw cars speed round the corner.

Great, just my luck Alex thought as he recognised the black cars as top of the range and built for speed. Putting on a bust of speed Alex ran across the road and down toward a main populated street hoping they would lose him in the crowd.

It wasn't rush hour but London is always full of traffic and weird one-way systems and Alex decided to use these to his advantage as he ran. Thanking god he had put his bag in his locker at the start of lunch, he ran down a high street adjacent to the one he was on at the moment, it was part of a one-way system and risked a glance behind him, what he saw turned him cold.

People were piling out of the cars, the guns at their hip semi-visible as they ran towards him. Alex saw a guy he recognized as he turned away, he had no trouble placing him as he dived into the nearest shopping centre.

"When did Scopia start working as a team?" Alex muttered angrily as he ran into a Debenhams and headed straight for the back way out. He cut though all the sections and reached the exit he was looking for fairly quickly, praying it wasn't locked Alex pushed against the door and it swung open.

He thanked the time he and tom had got bored while with Jack shopping a year or so back and chose to look for all the exits and see where they went. He ran out the door and shut it behind him as he turned left down the alley and started to run again.

He ran straight before ducking right down a parallel road and skidding to a stop at an intersection. He ran along the road for a bit before he saw his chance to cross and took it launching himself across the road and down another alley. He gasp for breath but refused to stop as he ran down another road and another losing all track of where he was in blind panic. Finally collapsing on an alley floor he struggled for breath.

He knew it was too dangerous to stay here; he looked around wildly knowing he couldn't go much further. His eye caught on a ladder leading up to the roof of a building. Heaving himself towards it he began to climb and putting his last bit of strength into it he fell over the small brick wall at the top and lay their breathing heavily. As his breathing return to normal he thought about what had happened.

As soon as he heard the gun shot his instincts had taken over but somehow his brain had still managed to infuse him with cool calm logic influencing his actions. He had assumed they had been aiming at his heart so the logical choice was to move his body mass away from where his heart had been, his theory proven right by the now adrenaline dulled pain from the gash in his arm.

Alex sighed as his adrenaline rush started to wear of and just hoped he had effectively lost the assassins. He wasn't hopeful.

He returned his thoughts to the recent encounter and remembered running for the gate, the slight pain in his lower leg. Raising his head slightly he saw his leg was bleeding freely.

He tried to sit up but fell back groaning as the blood drained from his head and the world started spinning. Gritting his teeth, he sat up slowly and waited a few minutes before slowly getting to his feet.

Alex wondered if anyone had been hurt in the attack. He hoped not.

Alex turned and walked to the edge of the building, he laughed darkly to himself as he realized where he was and why he wasn't under attack. He smiled that half smile of his, perhaps they could actually be useful for once, he thought grimly. Alex started down the ladder and crossed the road.

He walked through the doors of The Royal and General Bank just as his world started to spin again and the darkness closed in.