Anthony Horowitz - Point Blank

He reached into the cabin and pulled out a suitcase. ‚Actually, it’s been a bit tricky this time,' he went on.

‚Have you got another Nintendo Game Boy?' Alex asked.

‚No. That’s just it. The school doesn’t allow Game Boys—or any computers at all, for that matter. They supply their own laptops. I could have hidden a dozen gadgets inside a laptop, but there you are! Now, let’s see…' He opened the case. ‚I’m told there’s still a lot of snow up at Point Blanc’ so you’ll need this.'

‚A ski suit,' Alex said. That was what Smithers was holding.

‚Yes. But it’s highly insulated and also bulletproof.' He pulled out a pair of green-tinted goggles. ‚These are ski goggles. But in case you have to go anywhere at night, they’re actually infrared. There’s a battery concealed in the frame. Just press the switch and you’ll be able to see about twenty yards, even if there’s no moon.'

Smithers reached into the case a second time. ‚Now, what else would a boy of your age have with him? Fortunately, you’re allowed to take a Sony Discman, provided all the CDs are classical.' He handed Alex the machine.

‚So while people are shooting at me in the middle of the night, I get to listen to music,' Alex said.

‚Absolutely. Only don’t play the Beethoven!' Smithers held up the disc. ‚The Discman converts into an electric saw. The CD is diamond-edged. It’ll cut through just about anything—

useful if you need to get out in a hurry. There’s also a panic button I’ve built in. If you’re in real trouble and you need help, just press Fast Forward three times. It’ll send out a signal that our satellite will pick up. And then we can fast forward you out!'

‚Thank you, Mr. Smithers,' Alex said, but he was disappointed and it showed.

Smithers understood. ‚I know what you want,' he said. ‚But you know you can’t have it.

No guns! Mr. Blunt is adamant. He thinks you’re too young.'

‚Not too young to get killed, though.'

‚I know. So I’ve given it a bit of thought and rustled up a couple of … defensive measures, so to speak. This is just between you and me, you understand. I’m not sure Mr. Blunt would approve.'

He held out a hand. A gold ear stud lay in two pieces in the middle of his palm: a diamond shape for the front and a catch to hold it at the back. The stud looked tiny surrounded by so much flesh. ‚They told me you’d had your ear pierced,' he said. ‚So I made you this. Be very careful after you’ve put it in. Bringing the two pieces together will activate it.'

‚Activate what?' Alex looked doubtful.

‚The ear stud is a small but very powerful explosive device. Like a miniature grenade.

Separating the two pieces again will set it off. Count to ten and it’ll blow a hole in just about anything … or anyone, I should add.'

‚Just so long as it doesn’t blow off my ear,' Alex muttered.

‚No, no. It’s perfectly safe so long as the pieces remain attached.' Smithers smiled. ‚And finally, I’m very pleased with this. It’s exactly what you’d expect to find in a young boy’s luggage, and I designed it especially for you.' He had produced a book.

Alex took it. It was a hardcover edition of the latest Harry Potter book. ‚Thanks,' he said.

‚But I’ve already read it.'

‚This is a special edition. There’s a gun built into the spine, and the chamber is loaded with a stun dart. Just point it and press the author’s name. It’ll knock out an adult in less than five seconds.'

Alex smiled. Smithers climbed back into the combine harvester. For a moment he seemed to have wedged himself permanently into the door, but then with a grunt he managed to go the whole way. ‚Good luck, old chap,' he said. ‚Come back in one piece! I really do enjoy having you around!'

It was time to go.

Alex’s luggage was being loaded into the helicopter, and he was standing next to his new parents, clutching the Harry Potter book. Eva Stellenbosch was waiting for him underneath the rotors. He had been shocked by her appearance, and at first he had tried to hide it. But then he’d relaxed. He didn’t have to be polite. Alex Rider might have good manners, but Alex Friend wouldn’t give a damn what she thought. He glanced at her scornfully now and noticed that she was watching him carefully as he said good-bye.

Once again, Sir David Friend acted his part perfectly. ‚Good-bye, Alex,' he said. ‚You will write to us and let us know you’re okay?'

‚If you want,' Alex said.

Lady Caroline moved forward and kissed him. Alex backed away from her as if embarrassed. He had to admit that she looked genuinely sad.

‚Come, Alex!' Mrs. Stellenbosch was in a hurry to get away. She had told him that the helicopter had a range of only four hundred miles and that they would need to stop in Paris to refuel.

And then Fiona appeared, crossing the grass toward them. Alex hadn’t spoken to her for the last two days, not since the business at the tunnel. Nor had she spoken to him. He had rejected her, and he knew she would never forgive him. She hadn’t come down to breakfast this morning, and he’d assumed she wouldn’t show herself again until he’d gone. So what was she doing here now?

Suddenly Alex knew. She’d come to cause trouble—one last jab below the belt. He could see it in her eyes and in the way she flounced across the lawn with her hands rolled into fists.

Fiona didn’t know he was a spy. But she must know that he was here for a reason, and she had probably guessed it had something to do with the woman from Point Blanc. So she had decided to come out and spoil things for him.

Maybe she was going to ask questions. Maybe she was going to give Mrs. Stellenbosch a piece of her mind. Either way, Alex knew that his mission would be over before it had even begun. All his work memorizing the files and all the time he had spent with the family would have been for nothing.

‚Fiona…' Sir David muttered. His eyes were grave. He had come to the same conclusion as Alex.

She ignored him. ‚Are you from the academy?' she asked, speaking directly to Mrs. Stellenbosch.

‚Yes, my dear.'

‚Well, I think there’s something you should know.'

There was only one thing Alex could do. He lifted the Harry Potter book and pointed it at Fiona, then pressed the spine once, hard. There was no noise, but he felt the book shudder in his hand. Fiona put her hand to the side of her leg. All the color drained out of her face. She crumpled to the grass.

Lady Caroline ran to her. Mrs. Stellenbosch looked puzzled. Alex turned to her, his face blank. ‚That’s my sister,' he said. ‚She gets very emotional.'

Two minutes later, the helicopter took off. Alex watched through the window as Haverstock Hall got smaller and smaller and then disappeared behind them. He looked at Mrs. Stellenbosch, hunched over the controls, her eyes hidden by her goggles. He eased himself into his chair and let himself be carried away into the darkening sky. Then the clouds rolled in.

The countryside was gone. So was his only weapon. Alex was on his own.

ROOM 13

IT WAS RAINING IN PARIS. The city looked tired and disappointed, the Eiffel Tower fighting against a mass of heavy clouds. There was nobody sitting at the tables outside the cafes, and for once the little kiosks selling paintings and postcards were being ignored by the tourists, who were hurrying back to their hotels. It was five o’clock in the afternoon and the evening was drawing in, unnoticed. The shops and offices were emptying, but the city didn’t care. It just wanted to be left alone.

The helicopter had landed in a private area of Charles de Gaulle airport, and a car had been waiting to drive them in. Alex had said nothing during the flight and now he sat on his own in the back, watching the buildings flash by. They were following the Seine, moving surprisingly fast along a wide, two-lane road that dipped above and below the water level. Their route took them past Notre Dame. Then they turned off, weaving their way through a series of back streets with smaller restaurants and boutiques fighting for space on the pavements.