AN: Finally got this in gear, and writing again. Sorry for the short, yet long break. But the next chapter is here, and like I promised, longer than the last one. Thank you for all the reviews, they gave me motivation!
Deep regards to my beta: DarkRook, who is very paitent and helpful.
Chapter: 5
Within the next second, Alex was lifted off of the floor and onto his feet. Then, without any warning, a fist hit his unprotected face, knocking him backwards and into the metal sheet. He fell to the floor with a small thump. He was grabbed by his elbow, and dragged up.
His head was pounding even more, and he felt blood running down his face. The boss had on a ring, wait, scratch that, multiple gaudy, bulky, rings. Alex could feel the stings on his cheek, but he pushed the pain out of his mind and focused on what he was here for. Charles didn't mind doing that for him, shaking him until Alex looked up at the boss.
"Alright, Danny." Boss smirked in Alex's face. "Let's start over. Where did you put the money?"
Alex didn't say anything. What could he say? Oh yeah, Charles took the money; no, they would never believe him. Not by a long shot. They trusted Charles, to some extent, and with him being the new guy, he was still on trial. He could be killed if he stepped out of line. So he did the only thing he could do, keep his mouth shut and hope that he wouldn't get shot.
"Well, are you going to say something?" Charles asked.
George was standing in the background, looking at Alex with a sense of uneasiness. Was he afraid of him? Or was it a caring look?
"I have no clue where the money is," Alex told them. And he could feel the fist holding him up, clench tighter.
"Try again."
Alex doubled over as a fist was slammed into his stomach. His knees hit the floor; he didn't have anything holding him up. He coughed and wheezed as he tried to catch his breath. He was about to get up when the click of metal made him freeze.
"I should just kill the bastard right now. Save us a hell of time in the future," Boss said as he pointed the gun at Alex's head.
"You can't do that," George said, coming to Alex's defense.
"And why not? I can do anything I want to. I brought this kid into this business and I could easily take him out."
"What about his family? Surely they would be suspicious if he just turned up dead one day."
Charles started laughing, "This kid is twenty-one. And he was on the streets; his parents probably kicked him out because he was a druggy.
"See George, I could easily double tap him, leave him somewhere, and be on my way. And no one would miss him."
Alex decided to make his move while they were planning out his death. He couldn't sit here and watch his world fade before him all because he didn't react in time. So in one smooth motion he stood up, clenched his fists together and snapped them apart. The tie chaffed against his skin, but it gave way and fell to the floor. That small distraction was enough; he lashed his foot out and dislocated his boss's knee. As Boss was heading towards the ground, he pulled the trigger.
Alex shoved Boss's hand away, and the bullet went into the side of the van. A small hole appeared in the door, and Alex realized that door could easily have been his head. Charles was the first one to respond. The van was a tight fit so when he stepped forward, he was in Alex's personal space.
Alex lashed out, punching Charles's nose as the other lifted his gun. Charles toppled over, unconscious and bloody, his gun hitting the floor and skidding to the side. Alex then turned towards the final person standing.
George had Alex's old gun aimed right at him.
"Let's take it easy Danny, don't need anyone getting hurt," George said in a calm but fierce voice.
Alex glared at him, taking in his structure. His hands were shaking slightly, and his eyes looked unfocused. Before he could say anything, Alex was falling backwards. His head hit the floor with a crack, but he managed to stay focused.
Until he had a tremendous weight on top of him, and something blocking his airway. Boss was sitting on Alex's chest, chocking him.
"George, go get the bottle from the front, should have made him swallow the stuff. Would've killed him easily instead of wasting all this time," Boss said as he looked Alex in the eye.
"You're a huge pain, you know that? One of the worst newbies I've had in a while, and by far the stupidest. Why take the money, and act as if you could get away scotch free? Ha, that's a good one."
Alex was losing air, and fast. He tried not to panic when George came back with whatever Boss had been talking about. George handed Boss the bottle. It had a clear color and no label.
"You see Danny, this," Boss held up the bottle for him to see clearly, "Is a strong acid and you are going to swallow all of it. No doubt you will die in less than five minutes, but we can all watch and see, huh."
Alex did not have time to blink as his jaw was forced open. He released his grip on his boss's wrists and his right hand flew to his boss's back, where he felt the gun. It was a miracle that he landed on the gun without accidentally triggering it. He yanked it free and fired two shots.
One shot went through his boss's hand, making the bottle drop. The other went towards George, successfully hitting him in the shoulder. The acid splashed out of its container, hitting him in the face. He closed his mouth, and rolled away as soon as he felt the searing pain. He couldn't open his eyes, they burned in pain, and he was unable to stop it.
He lashed his foot out, and was lucky when it hit his boss in the temple. He fell down with a thud, next to Alex.
Alex clenched the gun he still had and stood up slowly. He quickly made his way to the sliding door, positioning the gun on the lock that kept him trapped, and fired.
The clank of metal against metal told Alex that he had hit the target. He swung open the door, and stiffened. He slowly turned in the direction George was in. George sat there on the floor, bleeding as he watched Alex open his eyes; they were a shocking dull white. But before he could do anything Alex was stepping off the side of the van.
Alex relaxed as his foot hit the concrete; it was slippery and he felt the cold wave hit him. He tilted his head up, and opened his eyes, letting the rain water sooth his blind eyes. After that he blinked a few times, unhappy that he still could not see. So he put his hood up, and started to walk.
End Flashback.
Alex slumped in defeat as he recalled what had happened in less than three days to turn his whole mission around. He moved to the left to avoid knocking into a person. He then stepped down the small incline that went into the street.
The fierce screeching of brakes filled his ears.
"When is Michael going to meet us?" Fiona asked Sam.
They were at an old café, which sold beer, positioned at a table in an uncrowded corner. Fiona was filing her nails; Sam had a beer in his hands.
Sam took a chug and set the bottle down on the glass table. "No clue, but he said it was important."
"And he didn't think of stating as to why we had to rush out here, just to have him not show up?"
"You know Mike, full of surprises. Oh look, there he is," Sam pointed in a behind Fi.
She turned around and saw Michael walking up towards them. He took a seat in between the two of them and then started to speak.
"Guys, we got a problem."
"See, Fi?" Sam sneered, while Fiona rolled her eyes. "I told you it was important."
"Right, well go on Michael. What's so important that we had to wait here for an hour?" Fiona asked as she looked at Michael.
"Someone came into my mom's house. They had a gun."
"Wow Mikes. Is Maddie alright?" Sam asked as he took another drink.
Michael nodded. "Yeah, she's alright. At least she didn't seem hurt. But the thing that confuses me is that guy didn't appear like he wanted anything. He didn't look like he was trying to rob the place, or shoot us dead. Actually, he gave off a vibe of uncertainty."
"What do you mean by that?" Fiona asked.
"I mean that he had no idea where he was. Mom said he came there drunk Friday night, yet he asked what street he was on. He hid his emotions well, and it didn't help the fact that he was wearing a pair of my sunglasses. He almost held himself as a hit-man yet he didn't kill us."
"Wait so where's your mom now?" Fiona asked him.
"At my flat, gave her a gun too."
"Hey you think that maybe he could be a spy? If he hid himself so well, why not?" Sam suggested.
"I'm not sure." Michael shook his head. "No spy would ever walk into a stranger's house, let alone stay, and make themselves known a few days later. It just doesn't add up."
"Your right, that is strange," Fiona said. "So what do you want us to do about it?"
"I want help on tracking him down."
Alex sat in a cold cell. It had a bed and that was it. Although, Alex had to admit, this cell was nicer than some of the others he had been in. And no one had tortured him yet.
After he had walked into the street, he just so happened to run into the cops. They almost hit him too, and the next thing Alex knew he was being thrown to the ground and arrested for public disruption and J-walking. Who had ever heard of being arrested for J-walking? After that they searched him and found his gun. Well that just made things worse, all because he didn't have a permit. And they confiscated the wallet he had on him, though it wasn't much help. Having his fake identity and some expired credit cards.
And he couldn't exactly tell them that he was from MI6, no, that would compromise the mission. Hell, who was he fooling, that mission over and done with. It had been finished a few days ago; he should have just packed up and left. Except he stayed, and now look at the trouble he had gotten in too.
Well, he did suppose he could call MI6 and explain where he was. Though he decided against it, in fact he hadn't been in contact with them for almost a year. Blunt would be pleased to hear that he had finally failed a mission, if he hadn't figured it out already. However Alex found that highly unlikely, after all he had killed—
The cell doors banged open, Alex was in such deep thought that he hadn't even noticed the footsteps approaching the cell. He cursed himself; he needed to be more aware of his surroundings.
"You've made bail," a guard said from the other side of the cell.
'Wait what?' Alex thought in confusion. Who would bail him out? He only knew a total of five people in Miami.
He got up and made his way blindly towards the door. Once he was there he had to stop himself from flinching when the guard grabbed his shoulder.
"This way," he said as he guided Alex though the halls and towards the front of the building.
Alex knew the exact moment they had stepped outside. Not only did the pressure hit him, the opening door let the air rush out, and the temperature abruptly dropped. The most obvious clue of all was the sudden chatter, and the hustle and bustle of cars. The thing almost unnoticeable was the sun.
The sheer brightness of it upset his unseeing eyes. He guessed that while he healed, if he did at all, and after that his eyes would be over sensitive to the light. The blurriness just shifted slightly and black dots danced with the vast whiteness that covered everything else. He was then grateful that he had stolen the glasses; if he hadn't then he was sure that the sun would have harmed his eyes even further. Deeming that the sun was a high risk, he put it in the back of his mind to never look at direct light again.
"Here you go, kid."
Alex extended his hand slightly and closed it when he felt the familiar leather.
"Take that and do try to stay out of trouble," the guard turned around and left Alex standing in front of the Miami Police Department.
Alex sighed as he ran his fingers over the wallet, his wallet to be more specific. He was now thankful MI6 always took his ID away when he went on missions.
He pocketed the wallet and turned towards the stairs. His hand clutched the railing the whole way down.
Once Alex's feet met the flat surface of the sidewalk he turned left. He walked a bit before he suddenly stopped. Sam was directly in front of him.
"Whoa. Hey, sorry there," Sam apologized with his hands raised in the air.
Alex nodded. He moved slightly towards the right and continued on. He had to fight to keep himself calm when Sam grabbed his arm.
"Hey, is that the way to thank the guy who bailed you out of jail?" Sam asked with a small smirk on his face.
Alex froze up. So this was the man who bailed him out of jail. Alex wished he could see him; it would make it so much easier. Maybe he had seen him, or met him somewhere and just forgot. No, he didn't recognize the voice; he had no idea who this person who stood in front of him was.
Alex was frustrated. His eyesight was ruining everything. Even though he was a spy and assassin, much to his displeasure, he didn't necessarily need his sight. He had his other senses to help, but it certainly made things much, much harder.
"Thank you," Alex mumbled and shrugged off Sam's hand.
"That's the spirit!" Sam said as he hit Alex's shoulder. Alex winced and moved away from him.
"Have a good day," Sam shouted at him as he made his way down the street.
Alex sighed in relief as he finally got away from the weirdest sane man he had met. He continued walking the way he was going. He slowed down when he got to an alley, listening to any car motors that could be coming. He didn't hear anything, so he stepped into the street, only to faulter.
A blue car immediately pulled out of the alley, almost hitting Alex, and would have if he had not stopped in time.
Fiona was driving while Michael sat in the passenger seat. Michael got out, and shut the door; he made his way over towards Alex. Fi pulled the car back in the alley, while Alex stepped back a few spaces.
He knew it was bad enough that he could sense a presence coming towards him, and fast. But it was horrible when he felt someone come up behind him.
Sam approached from behind and grabbed Alex by the shoulder. As soon as his hand connected Alex threw an elbow back. Sam doubled over in pain, and Michael made his move. He threw a punch at Alex , who grabbed his fist and knocked it to the side.
Alex's back was now facing a scummy brick wall. He sucked in a breath as both Michael and Sam moved towards him. Alex knew he was in a tight spot and needed to get away. He had no idea why this idiot wanted him, or who his partner in crime was.
"Let's just take it easy," Michael said.
Alex stiffened, he recognized the voice. It was the guy from this morning.
"Michael," Alex said shortly. "I told you if you followed me there would be consequences."
"Doesn't matter, I have questions. And you will provide answers. Now get in the car."
Alex shook his head, and pushed his back farther into the wall. "I'm not going with you."
"Don't think you got a choice, kid," Sam said as he moved closer to Alex's left, blocking him in.
When Sam moved closer Alex struck him with a swift uppercut and Sam stumbled back, holding his jaw in pain. Alex came at him again, only to get tackled.
Michael sat on top of Alex, his gun positioned at his head. "You ready to try this again?"
Alex nodded his head, as much movement Michael would allow.
"Glad we're on the same terms." Michael smirked and hoisted Alex up by the arm. Alex didn't protest as they made their way to the car.
"What the hell Kevin, God," Ronald said as Kevin punched him in the leg. He glared at Kevin from his position in the passenger seat.
"Look, look." Kevin pointed out the window and Ronald followed his line of sight. And he was surprised at what he saw. Danny.
"That does look like him, call the boss."
"Right," Kevin said. He was already dialing the number.
"Hey, Boss, we found him," Kevin said as he watched Danny get dragged in the alley. "Looks like he has some friends that aren't happy with him."
"Follow him," his boss's voice said through the other line. "But don't do anything rash. I want to wait for the right moment."
AN: Tah Dah! The long waited chapter five is done. So how was it? Also, when will the right moment be for the boss, and what will happen? Plus, what questions does Michael have for Alex, and does he have the right answers? Review please! Thank you, :)