Alex Rider: A Billionaires Paradise

Wavelets

"Sleep well?"
"Not really."
"How does your leg feel?"
"Better. I think anything active is out of the question."
"That's a shame. I assume that means no go-carts?"
Alex nodded.
"I was just going to chill. Maybe walk around a bit."

Alex had begun his campaign to find some proof. He knew that Blair would be extra suspicious now. That was fine.

"Look, alex. I'm going to be honest, this situation isn't what I expected. I'm really busy with work, and I wasn't thinking when I invited you here. I mean, there's some cool stuff, but the rest of it is boring and I'd like to keep it a secret. I've heard from your freind. She said that you'd be fine to go home any time."
"Yeah. I don't know what I was expecting, but I basically can't do anything with my dodgy knee."
"Well. If you think of anything, just let me know. You could always go canoeing or something."
"Ok. Maybe I'll do that."
"Ok. Just let me know. Right, I've got a meeting in twenty minutes, so I'd better get going."
"Right. Bye."
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Blair didn't really have a meeting. He had known about alex since the beginning. The island had been emitting a consistent signal the whole time that alex had been there. The snakeheads were getting impatient. They were of the opinion that he should just get alex shot and then deal with MI6. The problem was that neither him or alex wanted to jump to conclusions. He was certain that alex was guilty, but he didn't want to kill him if he didn't need to. It was a mess.

Blair shook his head. He sighed. He'd already laid the trap. Nothing short of a full confession would save him if alex fell for it. Luckily, he'd been able to keep Alex away from the warehouses. Almost everything in them was illegal. It was shame that alex had to die. He was a nice kid, and blair hadn't killed anyone before. Although, he had payed for a few people to be killed.
He reached his office, and he walked in. His vision went slightly blurry.
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Alex was suspicious of Blair. He seemed to be pulling out all the stops to keep him away from the exact place he wanted to go. Although if he went along with it, maybe it would seem less suspicious. He shrugged inwardly. What did he know.
Nothing about the warehouses. Right. He felt tired. He'd watched until 11 the night before, and had woken up really early. He only had two more days before his psychological deadline, and being sleep deprived wouldn't help.
Maybe I should just try to get into the warehouses. I mean, what would they do? Shoot me. Right. Ok, what about sneaking in. Getting shot, right. Ok, em... what about waiting for the lunch break. Hopefully he could avoid the majority of the people. Sure. That.

Alex took a bag, with a towel and a few extra layers of clothing. Strangely, in between two pebble beaches, was a thin layer of dirt and sand. He'd heard about a few places like this, where companies had made artificial beaches by dumping tonnes of sand on the shores of lochs and lakes. The air was slightly chilly, but there was a pleasant, warm sun in the sky, and as he dumped his bag, he regretted not taking some sunscreen. He walked to the waters edge, a few small waves lapping onto the small beach. He tested the water, walking in to his ankles. The water wasn't warm, but it wasn't freezing. Of course, it would be a lot colder for the rest of him. He waded put to his waist, and he was instantly surprised at how cold it got. The sun had warmed up the top layer of the water, and the shallower water. He'd heard about this at brookland. In the week leading up to the summer holidays they had a lengthy, and infamously dull powerpoint presentation all about how to stay safe over the summer. He knew from this torturous, yet mandatory lesson, that cold water shock affected breathing, and induces panic that can cause drowning. He also remembered the other bits, such as not to take drugs, or drink. But he had more important things to do than drink or take drugs. For example, preventing the w   orld from ending, dropping drug dealers though buildings. He felt something touch his ankle. He focused on the water, which was now half way up his chest. He was somewhat surprised to see a relatively large fish, swimming near his leg. He flinched instinctively, and he splashed some water into his eyes. As he rubbed the water off his eyes, he stepped on a sharp rock, and he fell backwards. His shoulders went underwater, and he realised how cold it was. His fingers were already feeling the cold. He stood up, and walked straight back to the beach. He dried himself off with his towel, and put some shorts over his trunks. He changed his shirt, leaving his chest exposed for the least amount of time he could. His body was scarred and bruised and he was very self conscious about it. As he strolled back to the room, he thought about what Blair had said earlier that day. Something about canoes? It might be nice to go canoeing. Maybe he could go to the island that smithers had told him about. He'd want an update. Until then, all of his focus should be on finding something to tell smithers.
He changed out of his swimming trunks, and hung them on the towel rack in his room. He rinsed his hair off with the shower, before sitting on his bed. He picked up his phone. He put a number in, and he pressed call.