Here is the next installment of Britain moves to Beverly Hills
I want to thank the 27 people who followed the story so far and like the attention even though this is the first Alex Rider X Totally Spies crossover
Onto the next chapter!
The rest of the week was comfortable, he made the soccer team when he tried out on Wednesday, surprising to him that he made varsity. Clover had invited him to sit with her and her friends during lunch for the rest of the week. Nothing weird happened to him beyond having more admirers than what he was used to. At least the CIA were keeping their end of the bargain and staying away from him. The only main problem was that he was still a bit paranoid that someone was watching him, and he jumped to quick when there would be a loud noise. During the week he found a local gym that did karate and kickboxing, he knew he would need that lovely adrenaline rush and that would be the safest way to do it. He spent several hours there over the weekend and had a lot of fun, and he tried out the mall that Sabina told him about. He didn't stay there long but found a few sports stores so he got a few things that he needed.
During that week he also got himself a car so he did not depend on Sabina for a ride every day and everywhere. He was almost amused that no one had figured out that he was the one in the rumors that lives with Sabina. Probably because of his story that he was from D.C. and not England without an obvious accent, as well as the fact he kept his distance from Sabina during school hours. She did show up for the tryouts and cheered him on and took him out for ice cream afterwards. If people did see any of that they would had just thought she was interested in him as was a lot of other girls.
She was proud of him for how well he was doing being in a normal school again. He was keeping up with his classes and passing tests and most importantly he was keeping out of trouble. There were no fights, no arguments, nothing that resembled trouble beyond being stared at by most of the female population of the school. Sabina would tease on how without even trying he was turning heads everywhere he went, while he acted oblivious of all the fawning.
What he was thinking was how odd it felt starting over, people were so welcoming and nice to him, besides the guys that may had been a little jealous of him. But he was becoming friends with his teammates and they said they would be there for him if he needed them. At points like that he had to remind himself that this wasn't a mission or an undercover assignment, this was his life now. At other times he wondered if this was how it felt to be in witness protection, something Joe had explained to him. And old habits crept up from time to time making him sometime doubt the sincerity of those around him and try to see an ulterior motive, he quickly shook them off when he got too ridiculous.
He parked his car in the school's parking lot and stepped out with his book bag over one shoulder. As he headed to the school he saw Clover there waiting for him, she was taking this "friends" thing very seriously, she would wait for him in the mornings and make sure he was okay with all his classes, he noticed her two friends were waiting with Clover but at a distance.
"Good morning, Alex." Clover said as he approached.
"Good morning, Clover." he replied when he reached her, not sure if he should ask about the bruise he saw on her shoulder.
"How was your weekend?" she asked him as they turned to go inside.
"Ok, soccer practice, not much beside that. You?"
"Shopping and hanging with my girls," she replied with a smile, he saw a flash of guilt that a normal person would have missed. His senses were kicked up but tried to be discrete about it.
"As a guy I wouldn't be interested but good for you," he said with a chuckle. They joined her two friends as they reached the entrance, and all three girls looked a bit tired. Basic logic told him not to push on why they looked tired, and they would not be happy if he did ask. After a few minutes he excused himself so he could check the sports bulletin for this week's schedule. After he left the girls spoke what was on their mind.
"Do you think he noticed my bruise?" Clover asked putting her hand over said bruise that was mostly covered by her shirt.
"I think we have more critical things to worry about, like staying awake the whole day." Sam said being the the academic of the trio.
"Yeah we got in too late from this weekend's mission to get enough sleep." Alex commented with a yawn.
"How about another round of lattes on me," Clover offered and they headed for the latte machine.
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While Alex was looking at the week's schedule for soccer, he was wondering what was up with Clover and her friends. He highly doubted that just shopping would make them that tired, not to mention that odd bruise on Clover's shoulder. She obviously knew about it and tried to cover it but he still saw it.
"No, I am not going to look into it, I will not get into more trouble. I am starting over," he told himself before he could do something he might regret. Suddenly the trash can by the bulletin flipped open, on its own. He looked around to see that no one was in sight, not even to be heard. Cautiously he stepped towards the open trash can, not knowing what to expect. For all he's seen a rabid creature could possibly jump out and attack him. Gas, bomb, rabid animals, he was ready for anything to come out; what he didn't plan on was what would be going in.
He felt the air being sucked into the trash can, it was strong enough to make his hair move. Somehow he was sucked in and found himself sliding down a dark, cold tube, he bumped and bounced as he went. With no clue what happened or who was responsible, he tried his best to remain calm even if he felt like he was in a waterless tube ride. It was a lot of twists and steep slopes but when the light at the end closed in he prepared for the landing.
When he reached the end he prepared for a tuck and roll, at first he bounced off what could be later described as a couch cushion. He then tumbled for a moment then landed on his feet with his gun drawn pointed at whoever was in front of him. In the beat of silence Alex took in his surroundings, everything seemed to be chrome covered and be a large office of sorts. Behind the desk which stood about ten feet away was an older man with thinning hair, close to the same age range as Blunt, wearing an almost equally grey suit. The man stared at him with more awe and curiosity than Blunt would have allowed, he actually smiled when he saw Alex not caring about the gun being pointed right at him, another thing Blunt would never do.
"Excellent reflexes, where was the holster for that, your calf?" He asked with a British accent in a commending way, like he was proud that Alex was poised to shoot.
"Who are you?" Alex said, his gun not wavering in the slightest, because right now he was not happy to be taken out of school to this unknown location of whatever organization found him this time.
"My name is Jerry, and we mean you no harm, Alex," he said and his body language told Alex he wasn't lying but there was no reason to trust him yet.
"Where am I and what the hell do you want with me?" Alex asked Jerry and Jerry calmly looking at the gun in Alex's hands.
"I understand you have a lot of questions, Alex, and I promise to tell you anything you wish to know, but I need you to understand that no one will hurt or threaten you here; so please put the gun away," after a moment Alex put the safety on and slipped his gun into the back of his waistband, clearly telling Jerry that he doesn't trust him but is willing to listen. "To begin with I apologize for the circumstances of you being here, but to answer your question. You are at W.O.O.H.P. I'm pretty sure you've never heard of us, but it stands for the world organization of human protection. And you Alex Rider have been on our radar for quite some time."
"I don't know what you're talking about, now if someone can show me back to the school or should I crawl up the tube?"
"Alex John Rider, son of John Rider and Helen Beckett, nephew to Ian Rider; both men MI6 agents and deceased, godson to Anthony Sean Howell who was referred to as Ash and former agent for MI6 before becoming a double agent for Scorpia, also now dead." Alex had frozen when Jerry had begun his stream of information that Alex worked hard to hide. "Would you like me to continue on to your mission files?" Now he knew that this man was not one to have as an enemy so he was stuck here until they let him leave.
"How do you have all my files?" Alex asked, Jerry let out a small chuckle after he offered Alex a seat by his desk.
"To have ears everywhere we tend to need a lot of fingers in a lot of pies, as I commend your work to erase yourself, my agents have been reporting to me every step of your adventures. Here at W.O.O.H.P. we have agents undercover in just about every government agency out there."
"No one but a few at MI6 even knew about me." Alex protested, then Jerry pressed a few keys on his computer and soon he heard a familiar voice on the communication.
"Agent Jones here, what seems to be the problem Jerry?" Jerry didn't get a chance to respond because Alex had moved around the desk to stared at the peppermint sucking woman that he had once almost shot, that was filling the monitor screen, and he was in slight shock.
"Jones!? What the hell is this?" he called out and quickly she realized who she was speaking with, because she almost dropped her mint.
"Alex? What are you doing there? Jerry, I can see you in the background. Why is Alex there with you?" Jones said sharply responded in her concerned way.
"I asked the question first, what the hell is going on? Do you work for this W.O.O.H.P. thing? I thought you were suppose to be MI6." Alex hissed at her.
"It's complicated, I work and answer to both but MI6 is unaware. And I thought we discussed this, Jerry, you know how very much I disapprove of this. He has had enough, I wanted you to leave Alex alone."
"And like I told you, he can make the decision for himself. I just called you to prove a point to him. Now Alex if you wish to return to school and forget this ever occurred you can go. Or you can stay and learn more, and you can leave at any time no matter what." Jerry offered and Alex thought it over for a moment, knowing curiosity would more than like win over, he turned to the computer where Mrs, Jones was still watching.
"Can he be trusted? You know I trusted you to a degree, so I want a honest answer. Can I trust this guy and W.O.O.H.P.?" Alex asked and she may have been surprised that he would even ask her. She may have not been able to make words in her shock but she did nod, a confirming nod. "Thank you, Tulip."
"Good Luck, Alex," Jones ended the transmission and Alex turned to Jerry who was right behind him.
"Are you ready to listen to what I have to say?" Jerry asked.
"I guess, I can walk whenever I want right?"
"Indeed, though I hope you won't." Jerry said to Alex, hoping that the teen would take his offer and make a difference while being treated fairly.
I hope you enjoyed it, please tell me if you did and why if it's not too much to ask.
Until the next update, Greekgeekspywannabe
10/21/15
P.S. Happy Back to the Future Day!