A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed. This is the my most reviewed story and it only had one chapter. Sorry, this is not as long as the first.
Chapter 2: One Day
"Hello Alex!"
Everyone's head snapped to the door. Mr. Blunt started to walk down the aisle, followed closely by Mrs. Jones, sucking on her endless supply of peppermints.
K-Unit snapped to attention, hands in salute, even some kids and adults tried it. Alex just slumped, looking bored. He mock saluted them.
"Blunt, Mrs. Jones," said Alex, nodding to each of them in turn. "For what do I have the pleasure of having you in my company?"
"Scorpia knows where you are and we need to relocate all of you," said Mr. Blunt.
"What?"
"What he means is, first off, great job of protecting everyone. And second, since Scorpia knows where you live and attend school, we feel that we should relocate everyone to a safe place to train to be able to defend themselves," said Mrs. Jones.
"Why would you want to do that?"
"Well, I thought that was very self-exclamatory after everything that happened," she said.
"Can't you just post a whole load of guards around the school?"
While they were talking, Mr. Blunt already walked the microphone.
"Hello everyone, may I have your attention? I am Alan Blunt, Head Director of MI6, Military Intelligence sector 6, Special Operations and Terrorism. This is Mrs. Jones, Deputy Director of MI6."
Mr. Blunt pointed to Mrs. Jones, who offered a small wave.
"Why are you here?" someone in the audience asked.
"Well, you were just attacked by one of the most known and dangerous terrorist group, Scorpia. We were notified by a source of a group of men with guns heading into the school."
"What do you plan to so about it?"
"I feel that the best course of action is to relocate you all to Brecon Beacons, the training camp for the SAS. There you will be trained to defend yourself against any more possible attacks."
"What does Alex have to do with this?"
People nodded in approval to that question. Mr. Blunt motioned for Alex to move to the stage. He did reluctantly. Mrs. Jones followed him. Mr. Blunt gestured to Alex.
"Mr. Rider is one of MI6's top active field operatives. He himself has stopped them twice, destroying their reputation each time. That is why you attacked. It was an unsuccessful revenge attempt."
"So, it's his fault we could have been killed?"
"Yes it is."
"What? That is messed up. It's not like I wanted to become a spy. You will not pin the blame on me," he said incredulously.
Mr. Blunt waved him aside and Alex huffed angrily.
"Anyways, as I was saying before, you will be moved to Brecon Beacons tomorrow."
"TOMORROW!" they exclaimed.
"Yes, the quicker the better. Also, Mr. Rider will be one of your instructors, so he'll be in charge of you."
"Him! He's only a boy!" yelled a parent.
"Remember, he was able to efficiently disarm and knock out ten fully grown men, so I am sure he could handle the job."
"Don't I have a say in this?" Alex asked.
"No."
"Yes I do, and I say no. I refuse to train them," He said disgusted.
"Did I mention that Ms. Starbright was also attacked and we arrived in time to save her? We were planning to send her to be protected and trained also. Wouldn't you want her safe?"
"Fine, whatever. I'll do it only because it's for Jack."
"I'm glad we have an understanding," Mr. Blunt said smugly.
"You know one day, I won't take this anymore or listen to you. I'll be old enough to do what I want to, and you can't do nothing about it. I am not afraid of you."
Alex sang.
Sometimes this house feels like a prison
That I just can't leave behind
There's so many rules
I gotta follow
Cuz you can't let go
Blunt opened his mouth to ask what he was doing but Alex wagged his finger.
I don't want to hear it
And I j-j-j-just can't believe it
All the stupid things you say, but
They say a lot of stupid things. One example is sending a fourteen year old to stop a terrorist group.
One day
I won't take this anymore
One day
I'll be old enough
To do
To do
To do what I want to
I won't have to run away
And you won't be there to say
I'm not allowed to
One day
Alex grabbed the mic from Mr. Blunt's hand. Tom and James grabbed their instruments and played.
Sometimes I wonder if you know me
Or if you just pretend to care
It's the latter.
So tell me are you
On a mission to bring me down?
Haha, mission.
Mr. Blunt tried to speak again, but Alex wouldn't let him.
I don't want to hear it
And I j-j-j-just can't believe it
All the stupid things you say, but
One day
I won't take this anymore
One day
I'll be old enough
To do
To do
To do what I want to
I won't have to run away
And you won't be there to say
I'm not allowed to
One day
Alex looked away from Blunt.
Go away
Don't look at me
Cuz we're not the same
Major understatement of the year.
And you can't do nothing
You can say
That it's not okay
But I'm not afraid
And you can't do nothing
One day
I won't take this anymore
Tom and James do their short instrumental and they rocked.
I'll be old enough
To do
To do
To do what I want to
And I won't have to run away
And you won't be there to say
I'm not allowed to
One day
One day
(Nananana Nananana)
That was Tom and James again.
One day
(Nananana Nananana)
One day
(Nananana Nananana)
One day
(Nananana Nnanana)
One day
Alex finished and some people applauded.
"And I have lots of songs in my head," Alex said.
Mrs. Jones stifled a smile. Mr. Blunt glared.
"That was very… entertaining," he said.
"You bet it was!" shouted James.
"We'll be here all night," Tom added.
People just stared. Mr. Blunt cleared his throat.
"Everyone is to meet here at seven tomorrow morning to be transported to Brecon Beacons. Thank you for you're time."
And with that he left followed by his posse.
"Ok. I'll go now," said Alex.
Mr. Blunt's head stuck back in.
"Also, as soon as you get on the bus, Alex is in charge."
His head disappeared and all eyes swiveled to Alex. He waved.
"Hi!"
He pointed to Tom and James.
"A one, two, three four."
While they played, he made his escape. He disappeared into the darkness. When they realized he was gone, it was too late. He was already home.