AN: SOOO so sorry. I have hit a complete writers block. I have no idea of how i should continue this story. I might not update for a while i need to think of how to continue, please review with advise. And in the mean time please accept this peace offering. I know it is short and bad... So sorry
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Alex giggled, Blunt's face had been so funny. He looked back over his shoulder, the guards where watching him as if he was insane. Then again he was insane, but it was still rude. He heaved a sign and put his hands in his pockets and stroked the phone. He wondered who he should believe. On the one side he had Yassen who had never lied to him, but that might or might not kill him now as he was not John's son. On the other he had Blunt and MI6 who had done nothing but lie and hurt him. "oh what to do, what to do..." he hummed a little as he skipped ahead.
"Maybe you should just follow your gut." Alex almost shitted himself. He looked down on his pants and wondered.
"Well, my gut have never spoken to me before Mr. Pants. Maybe i should listen to you instead. You seem like some very smart pants."
Yassen almost fell over laughing. Mr. Pants. He had been called quite some interesting things in his life, but this was certainly a first. "I'm not your pants Alex, my voice is coming from the phone in your pocket. You hit the wrong button."
Alex blinked, that kind of made sense. He had wondered why his pants had suddenly decided to speak to him now of all times. "oh, well Mr. Confusing why didn't you just say that."
Yassen sighed. He looked over at the papers on his desk and came to a quick desision. "Little Alex, I think I will be making a visit sooner rather than later." He heard Alex laugh.
"well doesn't that sound scary."