Agent Chetiri

Chapter 12

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly.

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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(The next day...)

Alexa trudged down the steps of the MI6 headquarters and scanned her pass without so much as a passing glance at the security guards. She was incredibly weary and the last night had been spent in tears, mixed with two glasses of wine that probably weren't a good idea after all. All of this had occurred and she still had not come to a decision. Alexa failed to say hello to anyone and she walked down to the elevators. As she stood alone in the small metal car, she caught a sight of her appearance in the metal's mirror-like sheen.

Her skin was pale and sallow and her eyes were weary. She had put on some minimal makeup to hide the little amount of sleep she had gotten and her clothes consisted of her white button up shirt and a pair of slacks. Her hair was neatly combed in loose waves, but with her facial expression, it was only fair to say that she looked miserable.

She walked quietly into the Q-Branch and sat down, without a word. The room was abuzz with activity and she gladly sat silently at her desk, working on her paperwork. No one had said anything about her arrival until about an hour later, when Joy finally turned around.

"Alexa! When did you get here?" she said, looking surprised.

"An hour ago," Alexa mumbled as her fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. She jotted down something quickly and attempted to keep busy, in order to avoid any awkward conversation. Alexa could almost feel the eyes of her friends on her, except for one. Q was decidedly ignoring her and the fact that he was angry with her made her greatly uncomfortable. Despite this aura, all was relatively normal in the room. However, they were all blissfully unaware of the hell that would soon occur.

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A certain blonde haired man sat in his glass holding cell, his hands handcuffed to the front. He had been sitting here for a few hours now and they had not heard a word from him ever since. He had attacked a guard on his way in for seemingly no reason, which was essentially his ticket into the building. Afterwards, he would execute his plan and capture his ever so elusive prey. The man could tell that he was being carefully scrutinized, in order for them to figure out his identity. No matter. It wasn't like they would find one. He glanced around and smirked, before staring directly at the door.

"I have a message," he said loudly. The guards standing in front of his tube turned around and attempted to appear confused, to conceal the fact that these were actually his men that had infiltrated the base an hour ago. He heard the door beeping before a gray haired gentleman walked in, his eyes staring sternly into his.

"And to whom is it addressed?" he said.

"I believe she goes by Alexandra Abbott now," he said, sounding almost gleeful. M's brow furrowed before his face morphed back into its usual coldness. What could this man want with Alexa? He stepped away from the man and headed briskly to the Q-Branch. When he entered, the entire room fell dead silent. The simple, unspoken truth of the MI6 was that it was never good when M walked into a room.

Q turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "Did you need something, M? Trouble with a piece of equipment or something?" he said.

"Well, it isn't actually technology related," M said carefully.

"What is it, then?" Q said, looking confused.

"I need Miss Abbott," he said. Alexa, who had been working on her paperwork, looked up in surprise.