Escape chapter 5.

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Alright, so I'm sorry this chapter is up so late. I've had a lot of essays to do this week (English language essay - around 2 pages on stuff that I don't even understand, and a media 3-5 page essay on a film that I don't remember watching…) then, I didn't finish early for college like I normally do, so I didn't want to write the next chapter because of it.

Thank you to Ryuusquall, who kept me entertained whilst writing this chapter - not in the dirty way, just conversing with me….

Hmm. So I didn't really like this chapter. I know the first bit won't be believable to you lot, because if I were reading a FF like this, it wouldn't feel real to me either, and I'd more than likely stop reading. Just bare with me, though. The first part of this chapter needed to happen in order to get the second bit rolling. You'll see what I mean. The action should, finally, start to pick up after this. Hopefully….

"Uh-huh. Right. Yeah, of course. Umm, I'm Tony. Tony Wain-right. I'm 16, I live in Neverland, Peter Pan's my brother, and secretly, I'm a world-famous football player. But shush, no one's allowed to know. It could mean that I'll be sacked."

Sarcasm - the lowest for of wit. The red headed boys' - Tony's - comment was full of it. Alex knew that what he had said wouldn't be taken seriously, and he wasn't surprised that he'd gotten a sarcastic response from the boy.

"Funny. Really. But I'm serious. I'm getting away from the military intelligence lot. I really have had to work for them. Got the scars to prove it," Alex pushed his point, and was fully prepared to take off his top and jacket to prove it, "My guardian was killed this morning, she really was shot in front of my class, so I ran away. Why do you think the SAS are here? For a check up to make sure no illegal substances is on here? Er. No. The normal army would've checked, not the SAS." Alex scoffed, the SAS really wouldn't have come to check for any illegal substances, normal army men with sniffer dogs would've done the trick.

"SAS?" Tony, not one for knowing about army related topics, didn't know what the SAS was.

"Secret Air Service. The army elite. The big guys. They're the ones who do more than just fight in wars like your normal soldiers do. They, like, back-up people from MI5 or MI6, if they need back-up, of course. They're trained to just do more than your average soldier. Like I said, the elite." Alex didn't really know how to explain it to the boy. The SAS was more than a normal army, and was the elite. The top. "The SAS would've most probably turned their noses up if they were asked to search for something like drugs or knives or guns. That's not their job."

"And searching for a kid is their job?" Tony's eyebrows were raised, a clear look of disbelief shown on his face.

"Yeah, well. Like I said. I'm not just a kid. I'm a weapon" he spat the last word, his emotion clear in his tone that he was not happy with the word, "that's all I am to them - a weapon. Someone who can do the job. Fuck them. Not anymore. That's the only reason they're searching for me - not because they care. Because they want their weapon back, before some other country picks it up and uses it." Alex ranted, angry at MI6, the CIA, the ASIS, the world, for using him when he was a child, blackmailing him into doing something he didn't want to.

Tony just watched Alex as he talked, watching the emotions that flew across the boys face. Alex's feelings towards the subject of being used were obvious to Tony, and how strongly the black-haired boy felt about them made the him start to believe that what Alex was saying could be true. Or at least have a smidging of truth about it.

"That's crazy, you know that, don't you? You're trying to tell me that MI whoever have been using a child to save the world?"

"Yes. That's what I'm saying. Remember Damian Cray? Ever wondered what happened to him? I pushed him out of Air Force One on a trolley, and he got cut up in the engines' turbines. Dead. If you want to see the scars that I've gotten from a load of other missions, then you can," Alex paused, thinking for a moment of a different way that he could prove to the boy that what he was saying was true, not wanting to actually show his chest to Tony, "actually, I have some gadgets that I got for some of the missions still on me.

I think you've already seen that the trainers I'm wearing have an air system at the back of 'em that lifts me up, right?" Alex looked at Tony, searching for confirmation. Not seeing any, Alex sighed and clicked the button at the back of them, so his feet were immediately lifted from the floor. "Cool, right? Great way of changing my height," Alex grinned at Tony's shocked face. "Not exactly something you'd find in some high street store," he smirked.

Clicking off the shoes again to allow Alex to bend over in his seat, he reached down for his bag before searching its contents, looking for the gadgets from Smithers that he'd stashed there when he ran from his house. Pulling out the spot cream, Alex gave it to the boy next to him.

"Spot cream?" Tony obviously didn't know what to think of the cream - how could it be a gadget? "what's it supposed to do? Super-clear away your spots? Hardly a gadget."

"It's not spot cream. It melts metal. Here, I'll show you," Alex took the cream off the boy and pulled the lid off. Putting a little bit of the cream on his finger, Alex showed the boy that the cream didn't harm his finger. "Now, watch this" He reached forward, placing the tiny bit of cream onto the metal screw that connected a plastic fold-out tray to the seat in front of him. Instantly, a hissing sound followed by a little bit of smoke came from the hole that was the screw.

Tony was shocked; spot cream had just destroyed a screw. He would never be able to use Clearasil ever again without wondering if it was going to tear a hole in his skin.

"Wicked," a smile was evident in Tony's voice, "what else you got?"

Alex smiled back at the boy, and leaned forward to search his bag.

"Nintendo Game Boy, complete with 4 games. Of course, they aren't games. Well, they have built in game functions, but they're more for gadgety reasons." Alex smirked, before turning on the Game Boy, and shoved the first cartridge - Nemesis - into the back of it.

"Do you have a piece of paper? I can photocopy it, and fax it to anyone you want."

Tony searched his pockets, looking for paper. Finding a Starburst sweet wrapper, he held it up, "will this do?"

"Um, yeah. That should work" Alex took the wrapper from the boy, glancing up at the front of the bus as he heard other students making a ruckus as they got on the coach and sit a few seats ahead of him. Remembering when he used the gadget on his first mission, Stormbreaker, and how the message he had scanned then was printed immediately to Mrs Jones' office in London, Alex decided to play games with her and Blunt - even if it was dangerous for the spy to do so.

"You got a pen?" Alex looked at Tony, bent over looking in his bag that lay at his feet.

"Ugh. Somewhere… just give me a minute" The boy finally pulled out black pen, "Puzzle Times" printed on the side, obviously a free pen free with a puzzle magazine.

Taking the pen from Tony's hand, Alex took off the lid, and wrote 'find me if you can. ha ha ha' on the sweet wrapper.

Then, he placed the wrapper on the screen of the Game Boy, watching as a faint light passed over it, scanning the paper.

What was scanned showed up on the screen for a few seconds, before Alex turned off the machine, hiding it as students passed by to go to their seats. He bent low so that they couldn't see him, too caught up in their own conversation to notice him.

"You believe me now?" Alex had to whisper so that the others around him wouldn't hear, afraid that he would be found and chucked off the coach.

What Alex didn't realise was that when he turned on the Nintendo Game Boy, a tracker system that had been placed inside the battery compartment had clicked on. This sent a message to Smithers' office, who then, after deliberation, passed on the message to Mrs Jones. Smithers didn't want to pass on the message - he cared about Alex, and knew that if MI6 found him, they would use him again, blackmail him again, and he didn't know if the boy would survive the next mission he would have been forced to go on. But it was his job to report the boy's location. He could be fired - or fired at and shot dead, if he didn't do his job.

By the time Smithers had deliberated and sent the message to Mrs Jones, and she had gotten it, the wrapper with 'find me if you can. Ha ha ha' had been printed out of her fax machine. She read both messages almost simultaneously.

She, too, deliberated on sending the message to her boss, Alan Blunt, having a soft spot for Alex and wanting him to get away. But Blunt had given her orders to report to him when the boys location was known, or preferably when the boy was captured. And orders were orders. She had to pass on the information.

Blunt, too, read both messages almost simultaneously. A smile - no, a smirk - flitted across his face before it returned to its' previous mask of having no emotions showing.

"Oh, we don't need to find you Alex, we already have you." He almost whispered the words to himself, under his breath. "Tulip. I do believe an angry Staff Sergeant is here to see me about three of his soldiers trapped in the Channel Tunnel, destined for France, correct?" He looked at his second in command, searching for confirmation, even though he knew it was true. Mrs Jones nodded, and Blunt continued, "Then you better send him in."

Oooo. Oh yes I did! I left it at another cliffy! Oh I'm bad. The action is soon to be picking up, my cherubs. Patience is a virtue. I'm currently writing chapter 6, and no action so far in that chapter. There may be though. I'm just going with the flow - and that rhymes. Strange. Anyway, if there is no action in chapter 6, then there will be in 7. I think. I just don't know at the mo - and that rhymes too!

It took me a while to do this chapter, I had to research what the game - Nemesis - was called, how it worked, what it actually did etc etc etc. I even looked into finding out what the other games did too, it was so long since I've read the AR series.

So, like I said in the long-ass A/N at the top of the page, I don't think the first half of this chapter is very realistic - I don't think Alex would have spread his secrets to some child, BUT if you'll remember, I did say that Alex doesn't care anymore about who knows what - his life his over now that Jack is dead, so he told the other boy. Meh.

I liked how I brilliantly (if I do say so myself) put together the second half of the chapter. After staying up until 3 in the morning, writing the first half of the chapter, not knowing how to finish it off, I finally went to bed, giving up, and then BAM! the whole tracking system thing popped into my head, and then with the soldiers being down there with him…. Booyah! I have a full chapter.

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