A/N: Well here it is, the long awaited chapter 3 of poison : ) It may not seem like much - but it is...
Thanks for all the reviews people, and thanks to CunningMascara for being my Beta : )
Disclaimer: Do I look like a famous author? didn't think so - Such a shame.
Rushing through the door to his Chelsea home, Alex caught the smell of pizza lingering in the hall. Jack had already eaten – he was late.
'Jack?' he called uncertainly.
Jack appeared in the doorway to the kitchen almost instantly.
'Alex? Where have you been? I was starting to worry that MI6 had found you
again.' She paused seeing Alex's expression change. 'They didn't. Did they?'
A look of anger flashed across her face. Seeing her change in attitude, Alex decided that it might not be wise to inform her of his 'watchers'. He would keep it to himself for now, but at least he could have some fun. They didn't have to know that he knew and he could have them running all over the place.
Alex smiled grimly at the thought of Wolf running around after him.
Dragging himself back to the present, Alex remembered that he was supposed to be meeting Tom. The clock showed that it was already twenty to five, but he hadn't seen his friend on the street outside. Surely Tom wouldn't have left without him after only ten minutes?
'Jack, has Tom been here this afternoon? I was supposed to meet him outside ten minutes ago.'
Jack looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, 'I don't think so, but I can't be sure. Sorry Alex.' She turned to go back into the kitchen but paused 'maybe his mum wouldn't let him out tonight.' Alex considered this – it was plausible. Tom had said that his mother was cooking tonight. Alex didn't think about it much more, if his friend turned up then he would go. But it wouldn't be too bad if he didn't show, there was far too much homework to do this weekend anyway.Alex slept badly that night; images of Ash and the people whose deaths he had caused haunted his sleep. When he woke at five thirty he cursed MI6 for all they had put him through. But it wasn't their entire fault; the CIA and the ASIS had a hand in ruining his life as well. As Alex sat in bed, it occurred to him that as he wasn't going to get to sleep again, he might as well do something constructive. He got up and began to change, not bothering to shower or even brush his teeth, as a plan began to form in his mind. Today was going to be fun, for him anyway. Quietly making his way to the kitchen, he managed to grab a bowl of cereal before he wrote a quick note to Jack – explaining what he was doing. What he wanted her to think he was doing anyway. Picking up his house keys, he silently opened the front door and locked it behind him. He couldn't help but grin; this was going to be a day for K-Unit to remember.
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A sharp prod awoke the dark, muscular man, from his sleep.
'What?!?!' he hissed through gritted teeth. 'This had better be bloody important at…' he looked at his watch '…six o'clock in the morning!'
The man who had awoken the leader did not react to the team leaders' harsh tones. His dark hair hung over his eyes leaving his expression unreadable.
'Wolf, Cub's on the move.' He stated.
The man swore loudly as he leapt up. 'At this time in the morning? What the hell does he think he's doing?'
Luckily, the man always slept in his clothes; it meant he was ready to act in seconds – like now. Having finished tying his shoelace he addressed the other man
'Let's go, fox. Where's Snake and Eagle?'
The men were already off at a jog when Fox replied, 'They've already gone. They were already awake when I raised the alarm.'
Wolf didn't reply instantly. It was clear that he wasn't impressed; he was the team leader but he had been the last to be notified. Overcoming his childish feelings he schooled his expression and addressed the next issue
'Where's he headed?'
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Alex had decided to go by foot. It left more options open to him than going by bike, he wouldn't be as fast but he could climb and make use of smaller surroundings and shops. It would be much more interesting.
By now, the alarm would have been raised, the team would have been alerted and it was likely that he was already being followed. He had set off at a jog - that had been his excuse to Jack – he had explained that he couldn't sleep and had decided to jog it off. Really, it just meant that K-Unit would have a job keeping up with him. He smiled as he turned sharply into an empty alleyway. This was phase one. First he had to make it so he couldn't be seen easily, then he could make the route more complicated. He began a series of turns, ducking into little used streets and alleys. Places that he would never go in daylight, or even evening. But at this time in the morning he was reasonable safe. He was sure that most people slept in on Saturday mornings anyway.
When he was sure that he had reasonably confused his followers, he paused to catch his breath before entering an early opening diner. It only had one customer; a man in a business suite examining some files in front of his laptop whilst eating a bacon buttie. He looked like he could be a banker, considering that it was 'bankers' that had employed people to follow him; Alex felt that this was ever so slightly ironic. He took a seat at the back of the diner, close to the emergency exit but far from the main glass windows. Shortly after he was seated, the waitress came over. It appeared that if you wanted good service in London, you needed to be up early at the weekend. He felt that having come here so early in the morning, it would be rude just to sit there. These people were up earlier than this every week; the least he could do was make their time worth it. After ordering a glass of water and a full English breakfast – without the black pudding – he picked up the Saturday mail. It wasn't his favourite newspaper, but it would do.
He held the newspaper high enough to cover his face, but low enough to allow him to observe the street outside the window. After five minutes the approaching waitress, and his second breakfast, caught his attention. The smell of the food was mouth watering and he had suddenly realised just how hungry he was. He had been jogging on a near empty stomach, cereal was never really enough on a normal day but now he felt ravenous. As he began to tuck in, he remembered why he was there. He slowed his pace and kept his eyes trained on the windows, only looking down quickly after each bite. It was after only a few minutes that he saw a familiar face. Quickly he reached across the table and grabbed the newspaper, hoping that he had been fast enough. Luckily, it looked as though the four men hadn't noticed him – continuing past the diner with only a quick glance inside; they would only have seen the business man and someone reading a newspaper. But had they looked longer, they may have noticed that it was a teenager and made the connection - Alex. After all, how many teenagers are up this early at the weekend?
As they passed, Alex suddenly noticed the adrenalin rushing round his body. It wasn't often that he was ahead of MI6, but now he was – it felt good. It was new. He finished his meal and left the money on the table. That was something he had made sure he had as he left home that morning, he was going to need it.
As he left, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head. It just reached his eyebrows, covering his hair. This morning he had purposefully chosen a hoody, not only because it was warm but also as some extra security; his hair could easily give him away and that would spoil the game he was playing. Thinking about it, Alex felt pleased with himself; now he had MI6 on the run for a change. They were playing his game and they didn't know the rules. For once, Alex was having some fun with them and he felt oddly pleased about it.
Alex spent the remainder of the morning dodging through shops and unused streets, avoiding the main streets and shops as much as possible. In the morning, he caught only two further glimpses of K Unit and from what he had seen, they were peeved. He had stayed as far away from them as possible and decided to browse through the occasional electronics or music shop – just for the sake of it.
He had a long, leisurely lunch at a small and cheap restaurant, almost letting his guard down. It was when K Unit walked in that he realised his mistake. He couldn't leave, they were blocking the exit, and making a run for it would attract attention. All he could do was block their view of him with the menu on the table, and pray that they didn't stay long. It tuned out that they were only grabbing some food to eat out – why they had chosen this place was beyond Alex. Nevertheless, he took his first opportunity after they left to pay for his meal and leave.He didn't stay out for the afternoon. Instead, he took the high street and main roads home. It was no longer important that they didn't see him; he actually wanted them to – it would just annoy them more. He took his time getting home, and it wasn't long before he felt that he was being watched again. It actually felt quite strange considering that he had managed to avoid it all day.
As he approached the front door to his house, he took out his keys and let himself in. 'Jack?' he called. He doubted that she would ignore the fact that his 'jog' had lasted over six hours. He would just have to tell or the truth or say that he had met up with Tom. The second option somehow seemed more appealing.
'In here.' she called. She was in the sitting room and it sounded as though she was with someone else. He could just make out the sound of another woman – crying?
He approached the door nervously. Sitting with Jack was a woman with dark hair. Her head was bent over her knees so he couldn't see her face. For some reason Alex felt like he knew her.
'Um…Hi?' Not knowing what he was intruding on, Alex announced his
presence awkwardly. It worked, the woman looked up. As Alex recognized her face, he felt a numb shock. There was something very wrong. There had to be.
A/N: Good? Bad? Could be better? let me know : )
Reviews are nice - but nicer when you include some ideas:
What should this new criminal organisation (the kidnappers) be called? and should Alex's school get involved?
Merveilleux24: Great : ) I'm glad you're enjoying the story - especially since you dont normally enjoy new fics. : ) if i need an extra/backup beta i'll let you know.
SheWeapon1: Don't worry - Tom wont be dying in this fanfic, at least I dont think he will : ) these things tend to write themselves.
Ashadowofwings: That would have been entertaining, and I did consider writing it like that. But, like you said, it's just not like Alex. even if it is entertaining. lol. More chapters are on the way XD
CunningMascara: Thanks for volunteering to be my beta! Nice to know you're liking the story : D
Silver Queen: Good. Yes, be worried for Tom. He is not in a nice place - at least, I dont think he is.
Jake Caldefore: I think that Alex's school may be involved - still thinking of ideas for that - anything in particular that you want to happen - like more kidnapping/disappearances? Glad you like it so far : )
CMT1992: More chapters on the way! Glad you like it
Master of Minds: Glad you are : ) Alot will happen to Tom...but he won't die - just to clarify.
Note to critics: So some of you guys don't like this chapter. Truth is, I was bored and this is the product. You either like it or you don't. Just to clarify, he does know that it is K-Unit following him - that was mentioned in the previous chapter - maybe i just wasn't clear enough. And he isn't doing this for revenge. The purpose of him being out all morning is mainly so that when he comes home to find Toms mum it's more interesting - at least i hoped it was - the chase/game was just a bit of fun - him doing something without being watched for a change - yes, it would be hard evading an SAS unit, but i doubt that it's impossible.
This chapter is just a bit of fun, if you hate it then thats fine. The next chapter will be more realistic.