I scrambled to grab it out of my pocket. Pushing off as fast as I could. Alex looked like he wanted to kill me. The guards looked like they could.

Every head in the room turned our way. We were looking down the barrel of 7assault rifles. And most importantly, according to her text, Abie's boyfriend hadn't showed up for church. Poor her.

"Alex! Emery! So nice to see you again! Didn't I tell you kids not to come down here?"

His voice was sarcastically friendly. Full of menace.

Tuvia was standing off to the side, expressionless. He was like that a lot. So of course, I improvised.

"Wow. Long time no see buddy! Sorry about the warehouse in Moscow. You know, I think you've gotton uglier since I last saw you! I didn't think it was possible!" I smirked. The guard nearest me wacked me with the butt of his gun.

I winced

"Ya.." I muttered, "Thought so"

Oh well. Wasn't that good anyway.

Well you know how in all the movies, the bad guys think they caught the hero, so they sit them down and tell them all their plans after "asuming" it was safe to have th guards leave the room? After which , of course, the hero escapes and saves the day and blah blah blah!

Well, it doesn't work that way. They don't tell the guards to leave. They don't tell you their plans and they certainly don't give you any chance of escape. Unless they are complete dipwads. So. Sorry if that was a fantasy of yours.

"Get rid of them"

Mr. Veitenhov commanded coldly. Then him, his brother, and their other assocate turned back to their conversation.

I glanced at something on a table off to the side of the room. It was a map. With red spots on it. Assumed these were their targets.

London. Seattle. Dublin. Los Angeles. New York. Berlin. Washington DC. . Venice. And a bunch of other places I couldn't name.

"Wow. Your really going all out with this aren't you" I asked. I was actually pretty impressed. Not that I supported them.

They ignored me. Alexs eyes were darting around the room. Searching for an escape.

He looked at me. A small exchange passed between us.

"What is that!?" he shouted and pointed at the wall. so simple. The kindergarten "Made ya look!" game. But it worked. Everyone in the room looked where he had pointed, and in that instant I had drawn two taurus's and shot three guards.

The other guards immediately whipped around and opened fire, but I had already dove away, hoping Alex had the sense to do the same.

I poked out from the behind the box and emptied my gun into the assault rifles. I hit the magazines and they broke out. The bullets spilled onto the floor. Not preferable, but effective.

I saw Alex opposite me. I threw a gun his way and he caught it. An alarm sounded. I rolled out from behind the box and stood up firing at the guards. I hit one in between the eyes, and emptied my gun into the other's chest. But it was bullet proof. Crap. I tossed aside the useless handgun and pulled out a knife. The guard adveanced and I punched him in the face, smiling when I heard his nose crack. He staggered back and I took the chance to stab his throat, missing by an inch. He swung around with a punch that hit me square in the jaw. I yelped. Because as I said earlier, I am prone to girly expressions of pain.

Alex was on the other side of the room fighting two guards with his crazy karate-ninja-crap whatever. It was effective. The veitenhovs and their colleage were no where to be seen and I figured they had left after the first gunshots.

I kicked the guard in his soft spot and he squeaked in pain, doubling over. I laughed, and shoved him to the ground. Then kicked him on the side of his head. I picked up his handgun, some Berreta thing, and shot him in the head.

I smiled coldly and turned around to see how Alex was doing, but crashed into a wall of something huge. I staggered back and looked up.

My eyes widened.

There was a guy. Absolutely massive. He was at least two and a half feet taller than me. And I'm pretty tall for my age. He was so big. I probably couldn't have hugged him. He was like a freaking red wood face was smiling. His lips were thin. He was bald. I thought of when I had drawn on my uncle's bald head. I doubted this guy would laugh like he had. His eyes were brown and squinty. He had a scar running down his neck. But that wasn't what really set him apart. He had a horrible burn on one of his arms and up the side of his neck. I recognized him. I really hadn't thought this guy would have been able to fit inside a lamborghini or survive an explosion like that.

We stared at each other for a minute. I threw the gun as hard as I could at his head. It bounced off. I backed up. He stepped forward.

"sorry I tried to kill you" I said helplessly.

He snarled and dove forward, faster then I thought he could have. I dodged to the side at the last second, but he managed to punch me in the gut. I doubled over and tried to breath, gasping.

He turned back for a second hit when Alex kicked him in the chest. I could hear the impact perfectly, and knew that any normal man would have been killed or seriously wounded. He barely faltered, instead, he grabbed Alex's leg and tossed him aside.

"Okay. Seriously, I think this is a good time for apologies. Um.."

I scrambled backward frantically. He advanced with slow determination. Alex still hadn't moved.

"So.. ya. Sorry about wrecking your lamby. And I'm sorry for shooting at you."

I had reached the wall. Alex slowly got back up.

"Um.. ya. That's it…"

He grabbed me by the throat, picking me up effortlessly.

"Oh crap" I wheezed, "seriously! Im sorry it won't happen again" He smiled. I don't think he spoke english.

Then he threw me across the room, I would have smashed into the wall, but thankfully, I hit Alex first and he softened the fall.

I stood up and brushed myself off. Then I reached down to help Alex up.

"thanks."

Baldy smiled. He wasn't going to loose. More guards had come in with a brand new supply of guns so they held them to me and Alex's heads.

"hands up"

I put my hands up, all my fingers down, except two.

Alex smiled. The guards frowned.

One guard grabbed my arm and pushed me roughly forward, an uzi barely touching my skull.

You see? This is what happens when you send an assasin to do a spy's job. On a regular day, I go in, kill someone and get out. I don't waste time trying to find info or stay in hostile territory longer because some guy in washington thought something might have been suspicious. I was getting really sick of this whole mission, and Captain Hairless had torn my favorite KU t-shirt.

I ducked down, elbowed the guards gut as hard as I could, and then brought my fist up to smash his nose, hopefully breaking it. He yelled and staggered back, holding his nose.

"Sont vous allant être pas maux" the other guard said it sarcastically. The one I punched glared at him. Alex smirked. I think it was french. Why the hell were the guards french?

Anyway, the guards chattered back and forth for a minute before the lead on spoke, with difficulty and with a heavy french accent.

"They want you alive. We take you to cell. You not cooperate, we shoot"

"Okay tarzan" I laughed.

Alex snickered.

We started down the hall.

I ducked down and spit my gum at the 2 in front of us. I hit the detonator and dove away, there was an explosion and somebody screamed. I hit the floor and started crawling away. Bullets whizzed over my head and through the smoke. I hoped Alex was okay.

I ripped the bottom off my new red converse (a terrible casualty of war ) and pulled out the switchblade.

The knife snapped out and I stabbed one of the men in the back, he coughed up blood and fell. Wiping the blood off on his shirt I looked down the hall just I time to see Alex practically break a guys neck with a kick.

That boy is aaawwesome.

"Alex look out!" I screamed it a second too late. Captain hairless had already smashed his fist into the side of Alex's head. Alex crumpled and didn't move again.

"Ah crap"

I muttered and jabbed the knife into the approaching guard's eye. He screamed. I laughed. It was the same guy whos nose I broke. I stopped to clean my knife again and didn't notice the man coming up behind me.

Okay, sorry about another cliffhanger, I would have written more, except the chapter was getting too long.