So this is the new chapter 2! I hope you like the new slightly altered plot. Don't worry about the name change, it's still me here. Just with a new name Pageturner123

Chapter 2 - Tubes, Threats & Tulip

The busy streets of London were littered with commuters, tourists and students. Everyone had somewhere more important to be or were running late for something, not caring about anything or anyone else. Unfortunately for him Alex had to deal with these people on the tube, but it was better that a lead lined mobile coffin. Forcing his way off the tube he discreetly covered his face from the CCTV camera's and exited the concourse, making his way, more like pushing his way towards Royal & General. "Hello Penny, I was wondering if I could have a word about my account..."

"Mrs Jones is expecting you, Mr Rider." The chirpy bleach blonde receptionist replied without moving a perfectly manicured fingernail from tapping irritating on the keyboard, the secret to MI6, hire annoying receptionists.

Rising up in the lift, he felt the watchful glare of the scanners and cameras on him. He even gave a small wave to whoever was watching, which was most likely Smither's. "Good Afternoon Rider, Mrs Jones will see you now." Anna-Beth the assistant greeted him and lead him to Mrs Jones office. Smiling sweetly she let him go in, taking up her post outside, like guard dog ready to pounce at any unsavory passers-by, or spies want to nose in at the bosses business. "Rider. Peppermint?" Shaking his head he passed her the letter, placing it on top of the stack of paperwork that was already on her desk. Sighing she passed it back, already aware of what it was.

"I though the minister was going to wait, however I was expecting this. We need to talk."

"You didn't feel the need to inform me? Jones it's my class! My one hint of having a normal life."

"I'm afraid you simply can't have the luxury of a normal life DC proved that. I am truly sorry how Blunt handled it, but it's simply impossible." His minded flashed back to the blaze the fire engines racing to try and save them, but it was too late, he had known that. They were already dead, their throats had already been cut. According to the CIA coroner they bled out almost immidently, it was something, at least, that it was quick. The Pleasure's didn't deserve what they got. No one did.

"-ex" He snapped back to reality, feeling slightly sadder that he had before. "Regardless m'am, my cover needs to stay. Please." The cold hard voice that replied was almost indistinguishable, from the one who had previously spoken.

Jones removed her glasses and sighed deeply, rubbing her temples in frustration, Alex noticed the stray grey hairs and wrinkles that appeared on her face. The stress must have been getting to her. No one becomes the head of MI6 for an easy life.

"We were going to sent you off before hand, reintegrate you into the camp, K-Unit. Help train up 10SRI I believe, you never know some might just benefit from this scheme." She paused, taking a sip from a bottle of water. "If you train them up they have a better chance of surviving against any future attack, or threat."

Alex could almost hear the but in the next sentence.

"But if you entered at a domestic level, your cover could be preserved. Remain with your class, train with them, alongside additional training of course. Then you give them a better chance, against an attack by knowing the strengths and weaknesses in the group."

Alex took them into consideration both points held merit, they were also both stupidly risky. "What's the threat?" He question as he helped him selves to a bottle of water from the fridge. They wouldn't make a move this risky, unless it was serious.

She gave a weak smile, he was the best they had for a reason. "Agent Pearson." Pulling out a picture from a file, it showed a slightly decomposed body. But the features were still recognizable as Pearson's, despite the double tap, the heart and head. A clear shot to each. A professional. A hit. "This was sent to us less than an hour before he died." She reveal a damaged sheet of paper, scanning across it Alex couldn't see any markings that indicated it's province.

She then showed him another photo, it had been fiddled with so it was vaguely readable. A few faint photos and names popped up, Matt Lloyd, Gemma Staunton, Emma Blaine, April Dijamal. A year book page, with a faint red outline around were the R's would have been for his class. He could tell the forceful underlining of the classes name from the slight indentation on the original.

"Who?"

"We don't know, we have people on it. But the amount of enemy's you have made, we can't risk it. It's too many people to move into protectivity custardy." She paused letting her words sink in. "You only can't be removed the threat is still active for the whole class. That's why the scheme was tested at your school. It is a legitimate scheme, but we persuaded the minister for defense and schools, to facilitate a little alteration. I was hoping to call you in tomorrow to talk about it."

Alex took it in, chewing over what had been said. "Can I decide how to go in? Let you know tomorrow?" The calm in his voice was unnerving.

She nodded returning to her mountain of paperwork, "I am sure Smithers will have something for you. I want to know your choice by 13:00, and please let a security detail take you to the flat. We don't want a repeat of Islamabad." Taking the dismissal he left and headed down to Q-section. Hopefully Smithers would have some better news.

- LINE BREAK-

Flopping down onto the sofa felt good. His keys rattling as he through them into the bowl next to the door. His newly acquired duffle bag, and extras thumped noisily against the floor. After a quick sweep he determined nothing had changed and began cooking, or more specifically microwaving. The small flat he now owned was just enough. There was no way he could live in Chelsea, all the memories from the house suffocated him. The flat had the minimum, an office for Alex's extra curricular work, two en-suite bedrooms so Tom could stay over whenever he needed, providing he had told Alex. There was a near accident with a gun, a surprised Alex and a bag of cheese puffs. The kitchen and lounge was open plan, leading onto a second floor fire escape with an escape car less than 200m away. Tom considered him lucky as an emancipated minor (a thank you gift from MI6, for wiping out nearly everyone he loved), he got it on his trust and bank account, including bills, and more importantly damages. The ding of the microwave & the daily news revealed nothing of any significant importance, neither local, national or international.

Desperately needing a good nights sleep Alex curled up, preparing for another round of nightmares. Tomorrow he had to make a choice. A tough one, groaning the small devils advocate also remembered the maths homework he had due the next morning, grinning he hoped Tom had done it.

So what does everyone think? Please review it would be lovely to hear what people think.

I have a plot fork here, it's depending on the general consensus (mood) on which way it goes. Alex undercover or Cub being merciless to the kiddies? I have two plans, so we will see what everyone thinks

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