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Not So Bad Afterall

"Dorrans! I told you to clean this mess up five minutes ago," the head chef shouted down Alex's ear. Alex winced and plastered a smile on to his face.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I couldn't, because you see, I was washing the pans that you already set me to do" Alex said sarcastically. He was so tired, even training with the army couldn't have prepared him for how much Chef Roberto would put him through.

"You little swine! I'll make you into mince meat and stick you into one of my pies!" Chef Roberto cursed, grabbing Alex by the neck. Alex eyes widened, trying to pry the fat fingers away from his throat. Air was slowly being cut off and he couldn't concentrate.

"Please..."

Agent Morris walked in then and quickly wrenched Alex away. "What have you been doing? You idiot, I told you we needed this job" Morris shouted, shaking him. Alex frowned and tried to pull away. "Apologise immediately to Chef" he ordered.

Alex swallowed heavily. Apologise? To that fat oaf? No way! But if it was what he must do, he'd better get on and do it. "I apologise unreservedly to you Chef Roberto" Alex murmured, somehow it managed to come out sarcastic and mocking. "I will never speak to you like that again" Alex promised.

"JAHH! Insolent boy! I'm warning you Dorrans! If he takes another step out of line, I'm hurling him in front of Mr Gregorovich" Chef Roberto threatened. He looked quite a sight, throwing his huge arms up in the air. Not dissimilar to a gorillia in heat Alex thought. Which of course made him smirk which was seen both by Chef and his 'father.'

Morris hit him round the head, glaring at him. "I apologise for his behaviour. I promise this won't happen again" Morris nodded. Chef sneered and turned on his heel, barking at a waiter that had just came in.

Alex just sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "That was close" he muttered. Morris just sent him a withering look. "I just told him the truth" Alex shrugged.

"Well next time, keep that shut. Otherwise this whole thing will fall apart" Morris warned. Alex rolled his eyes and nodded at him.

"Don't worry, I won't ruin this. It could be my only chance in destroying him" Alex murmured, looking around for any listeners. He would not jeopardise this for anything.

Alex quickly got undressed for bed before brushing his teeth. No doubt that there was cameras watching his every move.

"There's a small gathering tomorrow. I'll be waiter to them. I'll see if I can get you a job up there even with your big ears" Morris murmured. I understood what he meant. He'll go up top and listen in for anything we could report back to HQ.

"Oh thanks I love how you try and help me then insult me. I'm sure there's some logic in that somewhere" Alex chuckled, eyes shutting. He needed his rest for tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the day he would start to plot.

The Next Day

"Dorrans!" the chef yelled, passing pots onto different sides of the oven. "Where are those plates I wanted?" Roberto demanded.

Alex quickly grabbed them off the side they were warming on, burning them in the process. "Do they need to be that hot?" Alex growled, looking at his red hands.

Roberto whacked Alex round the head with one of his gorilla sized hands. "Idiot boy! You can't serve food on cold plates! Now go and take those bins out. I won't have mess in my kitchen!" Roberto shouted at a pouting Alex.

"Sure thing gorilla" Alex murmured, grabbing the bin and hurrying out.

Alex put the bins outside before leaning on the wall. He just needed a few minutes. He peered round the corner of the building, seeing two of the butlers smoking. Perfect time for eavesdropping.

Getting out of his pocket the little microphone he has been given, he placed it around the corner, low to the ground. Quickly putting on some headphones, he sat down in the gravel.

"Fucking hell, I swear Gregorovich gives me the creeps" Alex heard one say.

"I know, Jesus Christ they all do. Did you get a look at those papers they were reading. It mentioned something about a bomb under the Foreign Secretary" another waiter whispered. Alex could even hear him take a heavy drag from his cigarette.

"Do you think we should tell someone? I mean, he doesn't employ us all the time" the first one muttered. Obviously they didn't want to be overheard.

"Are you kidding? If they can plot to blow up the Foreign Secretary, just think what they can do to us" the second guy scoffed.

"You're right. We should keep quiet otherwise we'll end up dead" the first one sighed.

"We should get inside. Oh look who it is? How about I help you with that Martha? Then you can help me after" the second guy sneered.

"Fuck off Johnson! I haven't got time for your childish ways!" a woman snapped.

Alex jumped up and pulled the microphone and quickly stuffed it all in his pocket. Just then a girl aged around 16 came round the corner. She had a heart shaped face, brown hair to her shoulders and pretty green eyes. She stopped when she saw Alex.

"Hey you alright? You look kind of pale" she asked, balancing the basket of washing she was carrying on a hip.

"Uh yeah I'm fine. Just needed to get some air you know" Alex nodded, not able to take his eyes off her.

"Okay I'd best put these on. Mr Gregorovich doesn't like dirty sheets" she smiled, heading to a small building just a bit away from the house.

"Wait, I'll help you carry it over" Alex called, running after her.

"Thanks, I'm Martha by the way" she introduced, handing him the basket.

"I'm Antony-" Alex was saying before Chef interrupted.

"Dorrans! How long does it take to put the bins out?" he called, standing out of the building.

"Antony Dorrans I take it. You should go to him. He's not someone you should annoy" Martha laughed, taking her baskets back.

"I've already got on his bad side" Alex smirked, running back to Chef Roberto. Jeez he felt like some sort of puppy.

"You listen here, next time you go chasing skirts I'll make sure your American ass is in my pies!" Chef Roberto growled, hauling him into the kitchen.

Alex however couldn't keep the smile off his face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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