SPY LIFE

WANTED

A black Benz that had come from nowhere surrounded by people he had never met pulled up for him. Alan was astounded. It was a Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG Coupe. Alan knew a lot about cars. The man in the black suit opened the back door for him. There was one more person there in the same suit and glasses. Alan scanned the car, he looked and realized there were extra modifications. upon closer inspection he realized the glasses were BULLETPROOF. Surprisingly, they stopped at McDonalds drive through and bought him breakfast. Alan was grateful he was starving. The vehicle sped along the highway and stopped at a huge Insurance Company.MATRIX INSURANCE COMAPNY was located on top of the building. A tall, antique looking building with a Union Jack fluttering from a pole about fifteen floors up. There was a brass plaque with the name next to the main door and a security camera swiveling slowly over the pavement. Alan stopped in front of it. For a moment he wondered why he was there at an insurance company. Who has he been kidn*pped by and why ? He went inside. And in an office on the seventeenth floor, the image on the television monitor flickered and changed as Street Camera #1 smoothly cut across to Reception cameras #2 and #3. Everything was dark and shadowy inside. A man sitting behind a desk saw Alan come in and pressed a button. Camera #2 zoomed in until Alan‟s face filled the screen.“That‟s the boy?” The speaker was a middle-aged woman. She had a strange, oval shaped head and her black hair looked as if it had been cut using a pair of blunt scissors and an upturned bowl. She had a sharp jawline.

Her eyes were almost as black as her hair. She was dressed in a severe gray suit and was chewing a gum. “Are you sure about this, Mark?” she asked. Mark Spencer nodded. “Oh yes. Quite sure. You know what to do?” This last question was addressed to his driver, who was also in the room. The driver was standing uncomfortably, slightly hunched over.“Yes, sir,” he said.

“Then do it,” Mark said. His eyes never left the screen. In the lobby, Alan was made to sit on a leather sofa and the men dissappeared. Alan vaguely wondering why so few people were going in or out. The reception area was quiet and claustrophobic, with a brown marble floor, three elevators to one side, and above the desk, a row of clocks showing the time in every major world city. But it could have been the entrance to anywhere. A hospital. A concert hall. Even a cruise liner. The place had no identity of its own. One of the elevators slid open and the man who escorted Alan here appeared. he seemed more relaxed ad freindly. he introduced him self as Paul danstillen. “I‟m sorry to have kept you waiting, Alan,” he said.

“We‟ll take the elevator.” Paul gestured him. Alan walked into the elevator, he didn‟t notice the fourth camera inside the elevator, but then, it was concealed on the other side of the oneway mirror that covered the back wall. Nor did he see the thermal intensifier next to the camera. But this second machine both looked at him and through him as he stood there, turning him into a pulsating mass of different colors, none of which translated into the cold steel of a hidden g*n or knife. In less than the time it took Alex to blink, the machine had passed its information down to a computer that had instantly evaluated and then sent its own signal back to the circuits that controlled the elevator. It‟s OK. He‟s unarmed. Continue to the fifteenth floor. “Here we are!” Paul ushered Alex out into a long corridor, with an uncarpeted wooden floor and modern lighting. A series of doors were punctuated by brightly colored abstract paintings. “My office is just along here.” Crawley pointed the way. They had passed three doors when Alex stopped. Each door had a nameplate and this one he knew. 1048. HIS DADS NAME. "ANDREW GUNNER" White letters on black plastic. "Just here…” Pau said not noticing the shock on Alans face. They went into 1050. It was a large, square room with three windows looking out over the station. There was a flutter of red and blue outside and Alan remembered the flag he had seen. The flagpole was right next to the office. Inside there was a desk and chair, a couple of sofas, in the corner a fridge, on the wall a couple of prints. A boring executive‟s office. Perfect for a boring executive. “Please, Alan. Sit down,” Paul said. He went over to the fridge. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Do you have Coke?”

“Yes.”

Paul opened a can and filled a glass, then handed it to Alex. “Ice?” “No, thanks.” Alex took a sip. It wasn‟t Coke. It wasn‟t even Pepsi. He recognized the oversweet, slightly cloying taste of supermarket cola and wished he‟d asked for water. “So what do you want to talk to me about?”

"your Dad was a criminal. He was charged with robbery of the greates treasure of all time. the Koinoor, Largest gem on earth that has 24 hour security by MI6. So you are here for..."

The telephone rang

“excuse me,” Paul answered it. He spoke for a few moments, then hung up again.

"I have to go back down to the lobby”

“Go ahead.” Alan settled himself on the sofa. Paul nodded and left

Alex waited a few seconds. Then he poured the cola into a potted plant and stood up. He went over to the door and back into the corridor. At the far end a woman carrying a bunch of papers appeared and disappeared through a door. There was no sign of Paul. Quickly, Alan moved back to the door of 1048 and tried the handle. But it was locked.

Alan went back into Pauls‟s office. He would have given anything to spend a few minutes alone in the office which had his dads name. Old memories flooded to him as he remembered his Dad, A great criminal who took him on vacations and seemed to have alot of money, sometimes dissappears in the night and comes back and nakes Alan wake up and run from the police together.His dad thought him so many skills. thanks to him Alan was a Karate champion, Amazing and analysing a situation and finding his way out of tough spots and most important of all being a huge risker. this what led to his death. He risked a huge robbery of the queens crown and got caught... but why ? why was his dads name on that door. whats behind it ?