Alex Rider: Moving On
Okay, I'm back and ready to do chapter 2! Things will take a turn for a point of view on Mrs. Jones and Joe Byrne. Sorry to inform you all but Alan Blunt will not be in this story at all, but he will be mentioned once or twice. Mr. Smithers will return for a cameo appearance for this chapter and will have an even bigger part later on.
So, enjoy!
Chapter 2:
Secret Weapon
Joe Byrne sat in his office, doing paper work as usual. It was almost the end of a long day at the CIA. Nothing could be worse.
Wrong!
Suddenly, the door flies open and someone comes rushing in, breathing hard from the running.
Joe looks up and sees the concern in his eyes. He immediatly sits up. "What is it?" he asked.
"Turn on the TV!" the man said.
Joe reached across his table and grabbed his remote, hitting the Power button. He watched as his flatscreen TV came on, with CNN on the channel.
"In a shocking development, right here in Las Vegas, a casino has been taken over by an unknown group of armed men! It has been comfirmed that the name of the casino is the Black Dragon! Many people have been taken hostage and the armed men are making no demands! They refuse to speak to the police and are threatening to kill hostages if anyone tries to break in...!"
Joe's eyes were big. A minute ago he was tired and ready to fall asleep, but now he was fully aware. But it was the news report on the hostage situation that shocked him... it was the name of the casino. The Black Dragon!
"What do we do sir?" the man asked.
Joe took notice of his presence. His mouth hanging open and his eyes the size of bowling balls.
The Black Dragon Casino wasn't just any other casino. It was the place that the CIA kept most of their cash flow of money and even some secret documents. The CIA had taken an interest into casinos in the early 1960s and started using them as safety deposit boxes in order to keep their secrets and money well hidden. But the CIA wasn't the only one who had stuff in that casino either. MI6, NSA, and among other agencies have done the same as them.
Joe snapped back to his sense and started to take command.
"Get MI6 Director Mrs. Jones on the line! I don't care what time it is there! Just get her on the phone! NOW!"
The man nodded and ran out the door, not even bothering to shut it.
Joe sat back into his chair and rubbed his face with his hand. He breathed into his hand and looked back at the TV.
God help us!
Mrs. Jones was sound asleep in her king size bed when her cell phone began to ring. She groaned as she reached out towards the phone and grabbed it. Taking her time to get out of bed, she checked the time on her watch and made another stressful moan. She barely made contact to the ground and answered her phone.
"This better be good!" she hissed into the phone.
A female voice came on the line, her voice full of concern and worry. "It is ma'm! I just got a call from Joe Byrne! He says it is important that he talks to you right away!"
Mrs. Jones rubbed her head and grabbed ahold of the side of her robe. "What ever Mr. Byrne has can wait till morning. I'm not in the mood of discussing more political problems at the moment."
There's silence.
"It's about the Black Dragon Casino in Las Vegas," the woman said in a slow voice. "Something has happened."
Mrs. Jones's eyes shot up. She could feel the blood pumping like crazy in her veins.
"I'm coming to headquarters! Have Mr. Smithers there when I arrive!"
"Yes ma'm!"
Mrs. Jones hung up and allowed her robe to fall to the ground. She immediatly got dressed and made way to her car in the garage.
Mrs. Jones drove like at the speed of hundred miles per hour. It didn't matter if the police noticed, the liscense plates said everything to them.
One thing that Mrs. Jones always hated was being driven around by someone else. She hated it when she worked for Alan Blunt, her old boss. She loved driving herself whenever she could. She normally didn't like to break the rules of the road either... but not today.
She arrived at the headquarters of MI6 and rushed into the back door of the bank. She was allowed through when the security guards saw who she was. She made way to her office and found Mr. Smithers there. Mrs. Jones always considered Smithers to be an old friend. They both always agreed that bringing Alex Rider into the spy business was a terrible mistake. And they both lost something precious to them in the past.
"Do you ever get tired of wearing that fat suit?" Mrs. Jones teased.
Mr. Smithers laughed along and said, "Gotta live my role as a fat man. Even if I don't like it."
Mrs. Jones went around her desk and sat in her chair. She noticed the green light on her computer, signaling that someone was trying to reach her. Turning on her computer, Joe Byrne appeared on the screen, standing in some dark room.
"Mrs. Jones!" exclaimed Joe. "Glad to reach you and sorry about the timing."
Mrs. Jones nodded and asked, "What seems to be the situation?"
Joe swallowed. "About a couple hours ago, the Black Dragon Casino in Las Vegas was attacked by an unknown group of armed men. We don't know how bad the situation is, but it could be worse."
"Dear Lord!" Mrs. Jones said out loud. "Do we know if they are after our... products?!"
"That is unknown," Joe replied. "But it appears that they are after something. Most likely money. But I advise that we take action."
Mrs. Jones nodded.
Mr. Smithers stepped forward and said, "The security measures that I have built into the vault should be able to buy us all the time we need. Nothing came break into it. Not even I could."
Mrs. Jones smiled at him. Show off!
Joe ignored him and continue. "I would like to bring in our secret weapon onto this mission."
Mrs. Jones shot him an angry face. She knew who he was talking about and she wasn't going to have it. Alex Rider has done enough for both England and the United States. The events from Egypt should have been enough to put all of this to rest. She knew that Alex has been doing missions for the CIA for the past year now. His way of dealing with the death of Jack Starbright, his past guardian.
"No!" Her voice shocked Joe. Never once has she raised her voice before. "Alex Rider is not part of this! Leave him be!"
Joe raised his hands and said, "It is already done. I was hoping that you would agree."
Mrs. Jones put her head on the table and looked back up. She wanted to put a stop to it, but she knew there nothing she could do. It was the CIA. They always got what they wanted. One way or another.
"Alright," she said forcefully. "But I'm warning you! If Alex Rider is injured or killed, I will bring all kinds of hell down on you! This is the last time!"
Joe nodded and said, "You have my word. Thank Mrs. Jones." He disappeared from the screen.
Mrs. Jones looked up at Mr. Smithers, whose face was red.
"I though Alex was done with all of this!" Mr. Smithers almost yelled. "Since when do you start breaking promises?!"
Mrs. Jones looked down and sighed. "I'm Smithers, but... it is the only way right now. Alex must do what he needs to do. I agree with you all the way, I truly do!"
Mr. Smithers nodded, but Mrs. Jones knew that he didn't like it one bit.
"Lets hope that Alex can make it out of this in one piece!" Mr. Smithers hissed under his breath.
Another chapter down... who knows how many to go! Sure hope that you enjoyed this one! Alex will appear in the next chapter! Things will be explained. Like why he is working with the CIA and how he has been doing for the last two years.
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