Thanks to all who reviewed. To PartyPony2- Honestly, I am just going with it. I just started day dreaming it one day, thought it sounded good, and took it from there. However, it will not be abandoned. I've read all of those as well, and will not do the same. To ReillyScarecrowRocks- sorry 'bout the rabid readers, good thing you have an invisibility cloak, and thanks for the geo message. I do NOT own Alex Rider, much as I want to.
Chapter 8
Ben Daniels groaned as he walked into the Royal and General with Alex in tow. The first few days after he had found out, the boy had been giving him the silent treatment. It had been made even worse with the announcement that his secret was out.
Alex had soon cracked, though. However much he hated the two life changing announcements, he knew that it was Blunt's fault and no one else's. And that was part of the problem. After Cub had realized that, he had somehow, during the night, snuck out of bed and the house and gotten to the Bank without anyone recognizing him. Once there, he had been let in. After all, being MI6's HQ, it would be open 24/7, right? And since everyone of the few agents still on duty knew him, no one would be alarmed. And so no one would find out about the 'send glue and feathers down from a bucket attached to a string that would be triggered the moment Blunt walked in his office' prank that Alex had set up. They had gotten a phone call the next day saying that whoever was responsible would be punished severely.
Needless to say, no one had proof it was Alex except Ben, who had been told that morning by Cub, who couldn't keep it a secret. And Fox couldn't tell anyone because a) Cub trusted him not to tell, and he wasn't about to loose that trust, and b) He would probably be fired as punishment for letting him out of his sight.
And after all that, Alex went quiet again. Only, it was a different quiet than before, Fox could tell. This was the 'what pranks can I think of in a space of a few days that will work on SAS soldiers' quiet.
And now, the day was here. The 20th. The day they headed up to Brecon Beacons with a ticking prank bomb that could- and would -go off at different intervals and attack different targets.
Sighing, Fox slumped down in a plain, grey, plastic chair that was so much like its surroundings and so different from the person who sat in its mission. K-Unit would be arriving soon, and then hell would come to town.
Alex sighed contentedly as he sat down in a chair next to his gaurdian. Over the past few days, he had come up with exactly 149 pranks that he could do. Combined with the amount he already had- 3,638 -written down in his Prank Journal- a device that had each and every prank idea he had ever come up with written in it, along with space for what happened when it was played out -, he had 3,787 pranks prepared.
And, of course, he had the ever present chance of repeating pranks such as the dropping water balloons.
Oh, and lets not forget the silent treatment. That always works for however long you can hold it.
Smiling wickedly, Alex settled down to wait. He had come well prepared, armed, and ready. He had pranks, and wasn't afraid to use them.
K-Unit stared at the doors in front of them. 'Cub has been shot here.' They all thought. Right here. Right- They all followed Snake's finger and gulped. Right there. There was a large part of the sidewalk that was obviously stained with blood. 'Cub's blood.' They all thought again. 'Cub's blood is right there.'
Shaken out of their thoughts by Wolf saying gruffly, "Come on. They're probably waiting for us.", K-Unit walked inside the Royal and General Bank.
And there it is, folks! This is all you get until I get back from my vacation. And I am happy to say that the one-shot I told you about is up and now a two-shot going on three-shot and beyond.
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