Miss(ter) Congeniality Chapter 4: Here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own any recognisable brand names herein, including but not limited to Alex Rider, Casablanca

In the car, on the way to the airport

"Eagle, why did you do that?! Of all the buttons in all the secret laboratories in all the world, why did you have to press that one?" Alex asked despairingly.

"…did you just quote Casablanca? Badly, I might add, but still." Snake shot back.

"Maybe. Jack made me watch it a few hundred times last week, and the week before, and the week before that, and the week before that. I can quote practically the whole damn thing. I have Humphrey Bogart coming out of my ears." Sighed Alex. He looked like the archetype teenage martyr which many affect to be but so few can pull off.

"Getting back to the point; why did you press the button?" Wolf growled.

"Because it was shiny! How was I supposed to know it was going to start that fake sprinkler system?! I've gotta say, that Smithers guy is creative. Having a sprinkler system that creates little localised fires. Genius." Replied Eagle, with that signature spaced out, slightly crazy look in his eyes.

"Oh look, Gatwick. Thank God." Said Fox, nearly falling out of the door in an effort to get away from him.

At the airport

"Do we want to each look after our own tickets or shall we just do the sensible thing and give them to Snake now?" asked Fox.

"Just give 'em to me now and be done with it." Sighed Snake.

"Here you go. By the way, what are your names? Just for a little while, while we're not working." Asked Alex.

"You don't know already? That's odd; I thought we'd told you. Anyway, I'm Ben Daniels; Eagle's Matthew Tripp, Wolf is William Smith and Snake is Jack McDeer." Said Fox, pointing to each of them in turn.

"Okay. My full name is Alex Rider, in case you ever need to know it, or something." Alex mumbled.

Later, with four out of five of party plotting the murder of the fifth

"When are we ever going to leave this Hell hole?! We've been here for hours!" Whined Eagle.

"Our flight's due out at 3:00AM, so we have about half an hour before check in, then two more hours before the flight. It'll fly by." Snickered Fox.

"Our flight takes about 6 hours, then an hour for customs, forty minutes to contemplate our lives whilst we watch the luggage carousel hide our suitcases before a week of driving and camping out in the wilds of the U S of A! Fun times ahead!" Wolf said, with his own signature look of sadism and slightly manic glee at the thought of 'roughing it'.

"Deep and unending joy." Sighed Alex.

A.N. Well, well, well, what have we here? It looks suspiciously like an update, mayhap even a chapter. Will wonders never cease? How is everyone on in this miserable weather? Should you happen to be in such an area where you have ice and sleet and snow, that is. I am fairly down at the moment, as my tutors think these long winter evenings are an excellent opportunity to pile on the homework. *sigh* Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed this little snippet. Please review if the spirits move you so to do. :P