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After five years, in which he worked for all different organization, he thought he had seen it all. He really thought that nothing can shocks him after all those horrible and exotic missions. When he looks back he would say that he also has more than enough experience to deal with this kind of situation. But this situation is just so wrong, that even he doesn’t really know what to do.
The moment he stepped into the bank he had that feeling that something just wasn´t right. But he couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly it was. The “normal” visitors behaved like normal. Still something in the whole atmosphere of the Royal&Generals was heavily wrong.
Slightly on edge he waited in line to register for his appointment with Mrs. Jones.
“Hey Trixie, I was called because there was a problem with my bank account.”
“Okay. What was your bank number again?”
Still with this undefinable feeling he told the secretary his special code.
“Thank you, the elevator will take you up to Mrs. Jones office. Oh and Mr. Crawley wants to speak to you before the meeting.”
That was another thing that was of this day. Normally Crawley only wants to talk to him, when he blew something up or caused another diplomatic nightmare.
Since Alex remembered none of that happened since the last meeting. Unless his try to cook an egg in the microwave last morning counted. But he doesn´t think MI6 will now start carrying about his health and sponsor him a cooking class.
A silent pling caught his attention. The elevator to the lion’s cage had arrived. One last breath and after the mandatory look over his shoulder, he stepped into the elevator and prepared himself mentally for another near-death mission and another supervillain with exotic plans to achieve world domination. Maybe they would have an animal that he has never seen before. You can always count on billionaires to have fancy and extraordinary pets.
Like always Alex faced the entrance of the elevator to be prepared for any kind of danger. He had learned his lesson in Abu Dabi.
The moment the elevator started moving up he noticed another difference. The normally playing music had been exchanged with the soundtrack of James Bond. Alex was sure that Smither had something to do with that. A small smile played around his lips.
Way to fast the doors opened again and Alex stepped out of the elevator. The feeling in his gut was back again as soon as he saw Crawley waiting for him at the opposite side of the hallway. And he didn´t look happy.
“Alex.”
“Crawley. Did something happen? I only saw you wearing this Tie when the prime minister threatened to cut the budget for the coffee and Chelsea lost in football. What is it this time?”
“Let´s cut the chatting. Mrs. Jones is waiting for you in the big meeting room and will be suspicious if you will not be there in one minute. So, we only have a few seconds. If got to brief you on something very important. Some situations have changed drastically.”
A little confused Alex went mentally through all situations that may have changed and would be important enough for MI6 that Rawley briefs him before a meeting.
“It´s about Mrs. Jones.”
Immediately his head snaps around to look at Crawley. As the seasoned Agent he is, he just starts walking to the meeting room. Even though Alex is very good at reading people, Crawley´s poker face was better.
A few steps they walked silently side by side.
“I can´t really tell what changed. You will have to see it by yourself. Just don´t do anything stupid.”
And with that he leaves Alex alone standing in front of the door to his personal hell. Maybe it´s just the side entrance, the real entrance is defiantly Mrs. Jones office door.
Alex took one last deep breath and opened the door. Of course, without knocking.
Instantly he spied with his little eyes what was wrong. Suddenly the change in atmosphere he felt before and Crawley´s warning made sense.
The whole reason for the drama was blue. Neon blue and with spikes to be exactly. And it was on top of Mrs. Jones head.
Naturally Alex did the one and only thing a Gen z kid can do when it´s faced with something like that. He stopped in the middle of his steps, took out his phone and made a picture. Probably one of the things he shouldn´t have done. Mainly because the Prime Minister, Joe Byrne and some other seeming important people in suits were sitting around the table and looking at him.
“Agent Rider. If you please could be so friendly and put your phone down and take a seat.”
The way Mrs. Jones looked at him with her emotionless eyes, like she didn´t have a blue Mohawk with spikes instead of her usual haircut, was the one drop that made his barrel run over. Alex started laughing like he never had done it for years. He could barely keep standing and resist from banging on the floor. The sound he made were a creepy mix of a seal, a dying seagull and an acholic that had to much Vodka.
After five years, in which he worked for all different organization, he thought he had seen it all. He really thought that nothing can shocks him after all those horrible and exotic missions. When he looks back he would say that he also has more than enough experience to deal with this kind of situation. But this situation is just so wrong, that even he doesn’t really know what to do. So, he just keeps laughing. He gave a fuck what all the people thought of him. They were the ones that looked elsewhere when MI6 used him as their teenage spy. They could kiss his ass.
After a few minutes he managed to stop laughing and took a seat without looking into the direction of Mrs. Jones. He didn´t know if he could keep professional.
The whole meeting he had a big smile on his face and couldn´t focus.