And so we come to end of the road. I think there will be a break before I start the sequel, which I'm planning on calling 'No Way Out', because I've just started 6th form and I'm getting a lot of work and so I'm not sure how much time I'll have to write. But anyway I'll leave you to read the last chapter of 'It's All I Know'. Enjoy!

Epilogue

Alyssa tapped her heel nervously on the carpet. She hadn't been outside in two whole weeks. But today she had been taken from her cell and bundled into a black car with tinted windows. She had panicked at first, thinking they were taking her somewhere secret so they could use more 'persuasive' interrogation tactics on her. They had pretty much left her alone for a week, ever since the pointless conversation with Alex. But who knew what the British government really did with their more quiet prisoners.

But she needn't have worried. She was at a bank – some place called the Royal & General, in the heart of London. This was definitely not what she was expecting. She sat in an office, alone for the moment, thoroughly confused as to why she had been brought here. The room was drab and dull, and Alyssa soon found herself counting ceiling tiles out of sheer boredom.

Losing count at 78, Alyssa looked down when the door opened, revealing a man. At 46 years old and wearing a grey suit, Alan Blunt was physically unimposing and Alyssa was suitably unimpressed. She kept one eyebrow raised as Blunt came to sit behind the desk.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"My name is Alan Blunt," he answered. Suddenly, Alyssa was alert. She recognised the name immediately but was surprised.

"You're Alan Blunt, head of MI6," she said disbelievingly.

"So you've heard of me?" he responded and Alyssa noticed the complete lack of expression in his voice. She had expected so much more from the leader of British intelligence and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Yes, I've heard of you," she said, still confused, "What am I doing here?"

"I'm not to waste any time with pleasantries," he began.

Well, thank god for that.

"We both know that you are looking at a considerable stint in prison at the moment and since we have no way to confirm your age we obviously can't put you in a juvenile detention centre. So I'm afraid it would be a normal high-security prison for you. We wouldn't want you to escape, would we?" he continued, "However, there is another option."

"What kind of other option?" she questioned, her interest piqued.

"We have been extremely impressed with the skills you displayed throughout the various thefts and we feel that we have an opportunity which is not to be wasted." Alyssa's eyes narrowed in suspicion. She could see where this was going but she waited for him to continue.

"We want you to work for us." He paused allowing the new proposition to sink in. Alyssa was immediately repulsed by thought. Work for MI6. Hell no. She almost told him as such but something stopped her. The thought of years spent in prison horrified her. Was the offer really that bad? She would be getting a better deal, wouldn't she? And, she thought slyly, if she said yes, she could go along with it for a while and then suddenly disappear. The proposal was looking better and better with each passing second.

She looked up at Blunt who was waiting for her decision.

How hard can it be to escape from this dweeb?

"I'll do it," she nodded.

"Fantastic," he replied, not sounding thrilled at all. Alyssa almost laughed. If they thought she was going to work for them, just like a puppet, just like Alex, they were dead wrong. One thing was for sure.

This is not the end.