The Perks Of Being A Spy (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven - Call me detective

"This one's probably a coeliac. " I announced studying the tissue sample I had before my eyes. "There are no villi, the tissue is practically flat. Plus, the diagnosis supports the symptoms presented by the patient that included chronic intermittent diarrhoea, lack of concentration and weight loss."

"Excellent job, miss Lancaster. Your diagnosis is spot on." Professor Davies smiled at me. He was one of the few I really liked, he was young and had loads of passion for his job. "You may go now, take the rest of the day off."

I smiled back before grabbing my things and fleeing the lab before he could change his mind.

I hadn't had to look at the contents of the bag Mr Biggs had given me yet, and I needed to do it as soon as possible.

Judging by radio silence I didn't think Alex had been doing much either. Nota that that surprised me. He used to be a really good agent, but now I had to admit I didn't know why they still kept him at the agency. It was probably his father's doing all over again, he'd managed to get all charges dropped against him after the accident and let him stay too. Being in politics really did give you great advantages.

I spread all of the documents Mr Biggs had given me on the floor, starting to wonder why would someone go to the trouble of kidnapping a biologist to make a biological weapon when there was nuclear practically everywhere.

"Point one, Alice, biological weapons are easier to create and sell. Find possible interested parties." I spoke to myself. I had the unhealthy habit of talking to myself when I studied or investigated. My brother always teased me saying it was because I had no friends to speak to, but my life wasn't exactly an easy one and I wasn't about to let anyone end up like Kate.

I stood in front of my blackboard, chalk in hand, ready to take notes as I read. I found it easier to picture things if they were written in capital letters on the board instead of paper.

"But doctor Maximilian Blaure isn't an expert in weaponry, he's just a microbiologist. So the Restovas need a weapon's engineer. Have they kidnapped one? Or payed one to wodk for them?" The second option was highly unlikely. "Point two: check list of engineers suitable for the job."

"But why Dr Blauer? What was he working on?" I stared at the documents on the floor, trying to make sense of the situation. But I could find no answer.

"Number three on the list: find out where they could be hiding. The job needs to be done in England, moving the microbes could be dangerous. So I need to make a list of labs that can be used to create this kind of bomb."

I was starting to enjoy this job, even if it was supposed to be Alex's. It felt like doing a giant crossword puzzle.

I glanced at the pictured of Blauer's lab after the kidnapping: everything was smashed and all the fridges were empty. There was also a dvd with the pictures, so I grabbed my laptop and pressed play.

Blauer was working on his bacterial cultures with some of his assistants when a group of men stormed in the room poiting guns at the doctors.

It was definitely the Restovas: Sergei Restova stood there with his annoyingly powerful attitude. I hated the man, his main clients were terrorists and war lords, his weapons caused death and destruction, mainly of innocent people.

He flipped his pocket knife a couple of times impatiently, waiting for Blauer to answer his question. The doctor didn't budge. Sergei nodded and his men startes turning the whole lab upside down, as if they were looking for something. But they didn't seem to know how to recognise what they were looking for and gave up. The doctor and assistants were then forced to bag up everything and leave with the men.

"Interesting containers." I noticed the silver cases they were using to transport the cultures. "Number four on the list: look for a place that sells those containers."

But what on earth were they looking for? I had no idea, but I knew exactly who could help me.

"Helloooo?" A voice called from the other end of the phone line.

I groaned.

"If you aren't pleased to hear my voice you shouldn't have called, Ali." My big brother teased.

I groaned once again, he really knew how to get on my nerves.

"Hello Noah. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I'm stuck in the middle of something at the moment, better make it quick." He panted.

"Oh, gosh! Am I interrupting something?" I smirked.

"If by something you mean being chased by some chinese martial arts psycho then yes, you are interrupting. "

I laughed hard.

"I swear this one makes Ping Lu look like a fluffy pink bunny rabbit." He complained.

"I can't even picture that."

"Yeah, me neither. I hope to finish this before saturday otherwise mum will kill me."

"You can't miss her stupid ball or she'll disown us both." I warned him. "Anyway, I need you to read lips for me on a video."

"Sure, send it over." The sound of a bomb exploding covered his voice. "And, no, that didn't stop him, in case you were wondering. "

I laughed again. I missed my big brother.

"Call me later when you manage to take a look at it."

"Will do, love you Ali."

"Love you too." I hung up and abandoned myself on the bed, drifting off in what I hoped would be a peaceful sleep.