The Receipt (Alex Rider fanfic)

Australia- Mission 1

----Disclaimer: This is only a fan fiction based on Anthony Horowitzs Alex Rider novels. All copyrighted content belongs to Anthony Horowitz.---  

The Australian receptionist lifted her eyes from the paperwork in front of her briefly as a man strode in through the hotel doors. It was unusual to be receiving visitors at this time of night, it was almost 1am and she had only stayed late because of some work she needed to finish for the next day. The first thing she noticed about the man was the way he walked, approaching the desk as if he had more right to be here than anyone else ever could. His hands were both in his jacket pockets and he carried only a small rucksack as luggage, slung loosely over one shoulder. Large reflective sunglasses covered a large proportion of his face but as he reached up to balance them on top of his western-style hat, she was able to see the startling, ice cold eyes which held only the slightest speck of blue. Lazily, he reached into his back pocket to withdraw a brown leather wallet.

"Michael Field. I reserved room 12 a' couple a' days ago fer up-front payment." His accent almost shocked the receptionist as she went to enter his name into the computer. She had been expecting him to be French or English perhaps, but his voice was that of a South-American; almost animated like in those Wild Western themed movies.

"Upstairs and third on the left," she pointed, leaning over the desk," down that hall." Smiling, the man nodded and exchanged his money for the room's key, tipping his hat to her as he turned away.

The hallway was empty and so was a most of the hotel. The building itself was a bit like an Australian ranch house, constructed mostly of wooden beams on the outside but quite modern and light on the inside. A fan rattled noisily by the window, trying in vain to blow away the stifling heat that had collected in the building. Michael reached his room, inserting the key into the lock under the door handle. Upon entering the room, he was glad to see that it was quite spacious, about 5m by 6m, with the bed pushed up against the wall underneath the window. There was a small bathroom opposite the bed and a large desk and mirror in the far corner of the room. Michael walked over to the desk and dropped his rucksack onto it with a thud before moving over to the window. It was made of thin glass, only one sheet, but was able to be opened completely if needed. Beneath the window ran a river with a tree on the opposite bank. Both were reachable if he needed to jump out of the window, but it would be rather more hard to climb back in. Satisfied, he then moved back to the desk and began emptying his rucksack- a bottle of water, a small pocket knife, a packet of cigarettes, a phone and a small hand gun. The gun was chunky but functional, and small enough the not be noticeable when walking around in public. Something flickered across his eyes as he held the gun, weighing it in his hand. Then he turned to lift up his shirt which concealed a holster strapped to his chest. He inserted the gun, then checked in the mirror that the lump was not visible, covered by his shirt and loose-fitting jacket. Pleased, he then picked up his phone, cigarettes and wallet containing his fake ID of Michael Field and left the room, but not before placing one small hair in the crack of the door.

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This is my first fanfiction on wattpad and would just like to say that constructive criticism is always welcome! I am aware that this is probably quite bad but bare with and perhaps it will get better with time...

(Any suggestions for possible "missions" in the future would also be appreciated! I have a few ideas in my head but it is also nice to have some help on the creative side of things. =) )