A/N: So…this chapter is short, I know. But I have to update other stories as well, and write up a completely new horror story.
The life of an author is never easy. And must we do this? I don't own Alex Rider. Sorry.
The next time Jack visited, she bought a visitor. A man.
Alex was smart enough to get the inclination, and felt happy that Jack had found her special someone. But then again, he felt a bit resentful that he had to share the limited time Jack had with this strange man.
This strange man referred to the person who called himself Kristoff. He said he was from somewhere in Eastern Europe, and had light blue eyes, a lean body (he said he worked out) and long, light brown hair. He spoke English with a slight accent that Alex could swear he had heard before.
Kristoff seemed friendly, joking and laughing, and Alex was reminded painfully of Ian Rider. Then, he felt guilty for thinking that someone could replace Ian Rider's position.
As Jack was spending less and less time with him, Ms. Jones started staying longer. She visited mainly in the afternoons, and they talked a bit, about the sports scores, anything but their personal life.
Finally, during one visit, after the formalities like shaking hands, (it was too awkward for a hug) Alex asked her one day the question he was dying to ask her all the afternoons she would come and visit him.
"Are you going to send me on another mission?"
Ms. Jones said nothing. She was sucking another peppermint, and as usual, her eyes were colorless, but for a moment her lips twitched down, and Alex took that as a no.
He sighed, expecting it. Ms. Jones checked her watch. It was 5:30.
"Sorry, Alex, I have to go." Ms. Jones said, getting up. "Take care, and good luck." Alex waved at her, then waited until the door was closed.
Then, he leapt out of his bed, and took out the pin Ms. Jones had used to pin her sleeve. Pickpocketing. A useful skill.
Creeping up to the door, he first tested the knob. Locked. Then, carefully, he slid the pin in the keyhole, and twisted the pin around. There was a click, the pin loosened, and Alex turned the knob and walked silently out the door. He knew exactly where he had to go…
A/N: This chapter was mainly based on inspiration and being quick on my feet. I had a writing workshop earlier today, and they gave me some pretty good tips that I used here.
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