Alexia Stevens Saga • MI6 Agent Escape from Paradise
The Caribbean had achieved, at least for a few hours, what no mission order had ever managed: to lower Alexia Stevens ' defenses . Sitting at the resort bar, wearing a simple black bikini and holding a cold glass, she watched the sunset's reflection on the water as if she had nothing to analyze, nothing to anticipate. Her body was relaxed; but her mind never quite was.
—“Alexia! I didn’t expect to find you in this paradise.”— said a familiar voice behind her.
Alexia barely turned her head. Theo Crowe was smiling, a drink in his hand, more relaxed than in London , without the constant air of urgency that usually accompanied him in front of his beloved computer screens.
—“MI6 should ban coincidences like this,” she replied jokingly . “They always end badly.”
Theo laughed and leaned against the bar.
—“As long as you don’t tell the boss, I think we can pretend this is just a coincidence.”
Alexia raised an eyebrow.
—“And why would I have to hide it?”
Theo hesitated for a second before answering.
—“Because… well…”— she hesitated a little before answering —“everyone at the office thinks you’re Davenport’s girlfriend.”
She let out a short, dry laugh.
“That’s news,” she said, amused . “No, Theo. There’s nothing between Marcus and me. Or at least nothing official. Maybe a few hints and nothing more… except for a lot of other people’s imagination, from what I can see.”
Theo seemed to relax his shoulders.
—“I’m glad to hear it,” she admitted . “The truth is, I wasn’t sure if I was crossing a line.”
—“You haven’t crossed anything yet.”— Alexia replied , looking at him over the top of her glass.
The afternoon passed between the pool and light conversations, no reports or office codes. Theo was interesting and funny. He spoke about music, travel, and algorithms with an almost childlike enthusiasm. Alexia listened to him with genuine attention. As the sun began to set, he worked up the courage to ask her:
—“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”
Analytically, she assessed him for barely a second. Not as a woman—it was obvious she was attracted to him—but as an agent. She saw no danger in getting involved with someone from work. Theo was an analyst, not a field agent. There would be no conflict of interest.
—“Sure,” he said. “Pick me up in the lobby.”
A couple of hours later, Alexia looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. The short dress accentuated her athletic figure without exaggeration. She adjusted her preferred weapon on the inside of her left thigh. She checked the familiar scale and took a deep breath. She never went out unarmed. Not even on vacation.
She was descending the main staircase when something shifted in her perception: a situation out of sync. She saw Theo a few feet below, flanked by a man and a woman. Too close. Too poised. Too out of place.
The couple tried to pull Theo away from the flow of guests. His body reacted before any conscious thought. He moved through the crowd with purposeful steps, calculating angles, distances, timing.
He recognized them immediately. He had seen the man and the woman at the pool that same afternoon.
A resort guard, as alert as she was, approached, wary. He didn't say a word. The woman's shot was sharp, precise. The body fell without drama. The scream was slow to come, but the chaos was instantaneous. The woman had control of Theo 's arm ; the man covered the rear. Too coordinated to be improvised.
Alexia didn't have to think about anything. She acted on instinct.
He advanced through the horrified guests as the woman tried to drag Theo away . The other attacker lingered, looking for any resistance from the hotel guards.
He disarmed the woman with a clean blow and knocked her out against the railing. The impact was devastating; the attacker collapsed without a sound. The man reacted with a desperate movement, and the knife appeared in his hand. A split second later, Alexia fired. The bullet struck him in the shoulder.
Theo backed away, pale, not knowing where to stand.
"Run towards me!" she shouted . "Now!"
Theo obeyed, somewhat clumsily and disoriented. His basic training was useless for this real chaos, with screams, bodies, and blood on the marble. His hands trembled.
The guards nearby, witnesses to the initial shot, didn't move. Their training wasn't designed for that.
From the main entrance, Alexia noticed a car waiting. Doors opening. Reinforcements. Everything was happening too fast.
—“It didn’t end.”— she said in a low voice.
He grabbed Theo by the arm and pulled him toward the resort's side pier. They ran through palm trees and past emergency lights. Behind them, they could hear hurried footsteps and voices crackling from radios.
By the time they reached the dock, Alexia had already made up her mind. There was no time for questions or explanations. Something had begun. And she wasn't going to let it end there.
That afternoon, Theo had mentioned his most recent project: an audit of security software for Novatech , a megacorporation with government security contracts. A system that, according to him, had glaring flaws. He simply assumed that might be it. The reason didn't really matter anyway. There wasn't time to confirm anything.
—“Do you know how to swim?”— she asked without looking at him, while she looked for some way out, some means… anything.
—“Yes…”— he replied. He seemed calmer.
—“Perfect. But we won’t need it.” — she said, relieved to see a boat ready.
The boat was haphazardly tied up. Alexia jumped in first, let go of the rope, and started the engine with a swift motion. Theo fell beside her, almost off his balance.
The boat shot out onto the river. It was getting dark. The wind whipped at their faces. Behind them, another boat started its engines and the chase began.
—“Hold on tight.”— Alexia ordered without hesitation.
The tension was physical, almost tangible. Water splashed like liquid shrapnel. Alexia maneuvered confidently, pushing the engine to its limits, using the approaching darkness as an ally.
—“Theo.”— he said without raising his voice —“Tell me what you know. What the hell is going on?”
He swallowed hard, clutching the seat.
—“I… they told me I knew too much…”— he replied —“That there was a direct order. To kill me.”
Alexia clenched her jaw.
-"Who?" -
—“They didn’t say it explicitly, but…”— he took a deep breath —“I think it comes from Novatech.”
—“Anything else?”—
—“The software I told you about, the one I was auditing… the flaws weren’t real errors. It’s a bluff of planted vulnerabilities. If someone ‘breaks’ the system, they can blame external hackers while selling sensitive information without raising suspicion. State secrets, data trafficking, mass surveillance.”
The pursuers' boat drew closer. A shot ricocheted off the water, raising a dark plume. Alexia made Theo duck.
—“I see. When did you notice it…”— Alexia said , turning sharply —“you went from asset to problem.”
—“It seems so.”— Theo agreed . —“And they want to eliminate the problem.”
Alexia forced another maneuver, dodging a sandbank.
—“Then listen to me carefully,” he said . “While you’re with me, follow my instructions. Don’t question. Don’t fall behind. Just do as I say. I don’t intend to lose you while you’re in my custody.”
Theo looked at her, a mixture of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. He had never seen her in action before.
The chase continued downstream, the engine roaring and night closing in around them. Alexia Stevens did the only thing she knew how to do when someone crossed an invisible line: survive… and protect.
Alexia forced a sharp maneuver, turning toward an area where the river narrowed and the darkness deepened. The other boat hesitated for barely a second. It was enough.
—“Hold on…”— he ordered, speaking to the boat.
She slowed down abruptly and turned off the lights. The boat glided through the shadows until it touched the shore of a small island covered in thick vegetation. Alexia jumped into the mud and pulled the boat along with silent swiftness.
They both disappeared into the trees. They heard the enemy's engine approaching, then the scrape of a helmet against the rocks. Silently, she ordered Theo to retreat a couple of meters. Alexia calculated trajectories, timings. When one of the men got out, she fired without warning. The body fell before hitting the ground.
The second man reacted late, but with fury. He lunged at her, knife in hand. Alexia blocked the attack, twisted the man's wrist until the weapon fell, and caught it with a swift movement. She plunged it into his side. The hitman's struggle ended quickly.
He looked around for Theo . His hands were clean. His expression remained unchanged.
—“Any identification?”— he asked.
Alexia shook her head.
—“Nothing. They’re professionals. They leave no trace.”
For a few seconds, only the sound of the water gently lapping against the shore could be heard. Theo spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of breaking something fragile.
—“What I found… isn’t just a technical problem. Novatech designed the system to fail when it suits them. They can open and close vulnerabilities at will. Total control.”
Alexia stared at him.
—“That explains why they want you dead, brainiac.”
He swallowed.
—“And why can’t I fall into the wrong hands?”
Alexia nodded.
—“You're not going to fall.” —
They returned to the resort using back roads. Alexia avoided well-lit areas and entered through the service entrances. She used the hotel's communications system to send an encrypted message. Short. Precise. And with top priority.
—“Ready.”— he said —“MI6 is on its way.”
They went up to the rooms. Alexia ordered Theo :
—“Go to your room. Change. Put on something comfortable. Nothing too flashy, and don't take too long. Then come find me in mine.”
—“And you?”— he asked.
—“Before I change, I want to speak directly with Marcus,” he replied, referring to Chief Davenport.
While Alexia was looking for her room, she dialed Marcus Davenport 's private number .
The boss attended to her while Alexia entered her room.
—“Are you okay?”— he asked bluntly.
—“Yes. We’re alive.”— Alexia replied. —“For now.”—
He summarized the situation in short sentences. Marcus listened in silence.
—“There are no agents nearby,” he said . “The nearest ones are out of the country.”
—“Then you need to break some rules.”— she replied.
There was a brief pause.
—“I’m already doing it,” Davenport said . “I’m going to pull some strings. And they’ll come, but not before tomorrow.”
—“Can you give me a time and place?”
—“Sixteen hours. Extraction point in the city. I'm sending you the coordinates.”
Alexia closed her eyes for a second.
—“It’s too long for an improvised strategy.”
“I know,” replied Marcus , who had also been a field agent. “But you have to hang in there, beautiful.”
She hung up. Alexia put the phone down on the table. Theo was at the door; she let him in.
—“We have a window of time,” he said . “And until the cavalry arrives, you’re my responsibility.”
Theo nodded, with a mixture of fear and confidence.
-"I trust you." -
Alexia didn't answer. She was already calculating her next move.
She began to undress without any shame, as if he weren't there or as if his presence meant nothing extraordinary. The dress fell to the floor, then the weapon, the harness. Alexia spoke as she moved, practiced and focused.
—“There are no agents nearby. Reinforcements will arrive from outside. We have to disappear until four o'clock tomorrow.”
Theo tried to answer, but his throat went dry. He didn't take his eyes off Alexia 's naked body , as she changed into comfortable, dark, and functional clothing.
—“Is everything clear?”— she asked, raising an eyebrow.
—“Yes… of course.”— he replied, aware that his voice could betray him.
They left through a side door. The attackers' car was still where they had left it, inconspicuous, unmarked. Alexia took the wheel.
—“We’re going to ride without a boss.” — he said as he started the engine.
The nighttime city passed by like a chaotic flow of lights. They found an open pizzeria and went in unnoticed.
—“Two large ones, whatever you have first.” — Alexia requested —“And sodas.”
They ate a couple of portions in the car and continued on until Alexia found a modest hotel with no visible security cameras at the entrance. Before getting out, they thoroughly checked the vehicle.
—“Clean.”— Theo murmured . —“Just as you said, they were professionals.”
The room had only one bed, a double. Alexia checked the windows, locks, and hallways. Only then did she allow herself to relax.
—“For now we’ll be fine.”
They ate in silence at first. Then exhaustion began to weaken their defenses. They lay down on the bed, still dressed.
—“I never thought I’d be at the center of anything,” Theo said . “I just… found something.”
—“That makes you a problem for a lot of people,” Alexia replied . “And for now, my priority.”
Without them realizing it, the conversation drifted toward personal matters: memories, choices, resignations. Their words became shorter, and the distance between them grew closer.
After a thoughtful silence, Alexia asked:
—“Are you going to take a bath?”
—“Yes.”— he replied, almost in a whisper.
She smiled slightly, more animated.
—“Then I’ll give you my seat. Go first, okay?”
Theo entered the bathroom. The water started running. When he was under the shower, the curtain opened. Alexia entered with him without saying a word. The steam enveloped them. They looked at each other for a couple of seconds that seemed like an eternity.
—“Theo…”— Alexia didn’t finish the sentence.
The MI6 agent took the initiative. She kissed him. Firmly and decisively. The rest was inevitable. Caresses on skin, mingled breaths. The outside world ceased to exist for a few moments.
Later, they dried themselves leisurely, then returned to bed naked. They sought each other out again and, in a strange mixture of urgency and tenderness, made love in silence, as if time were something fragile that should not be broken.
When everything calmed down, they lay between the sheets, exhausted.
Alexia looked at him for a few seconds, alert even in her calmness.
—“Sleep.”— he said . —“I’ll keep watch for a while.”
Theo closed his eyes, feeling that for the first time, he could entrust his life to someone.
Alexia woke him up before it was fully dawn. There were no caresses or tenderness.
—“Upstairs.”— she said softly —“We have to go” —
Theo joined immediately.
—“Did they find us?”
—“Not yet.”— she replied as she got dressed —“But it’s just a matter of time.”
They left the hotel without looking back. Alexia drove to a gas station and filled up without turning off the engine. As they drove away, Theo looked around, uneasy.
—“That car…” he murmured —“Isn’t it the same one as before?”
Alexia saw him in the rearview mirror. Gray. Discreet. Always at the same distance.
—“Yes,” he said . “And that’s no coincidence.”
He accelerated violently. The gray car responded instantly. The city was waking up and the streets were filled with obstacles: buses, pedestrians, traffic lights.
—“Hold on.”— he ordered.
The chase took a bizarre turn. Alexia zigzagged through side streets, ran red lights, and drove up onto sidewalks. The other car wouldn't slow down. At an abandoned pier, bullets began to hit the metal.
—“They’re shooting at us!”— Theo shouted .
—“They can’t have us, and they’ve changed their objective.”— she replied coldly —“Now they want us dead.”
Alexia accelerated toward a ramp, swerved sharply, and retraced her steps. The enemy car skidded. She used her two-second advantage to pull into a covered parking garage and turn off the engine.
—“Get out.”— he whispered —“Quickly.”—
They forced open the door of another vehicle. Alexia precisely connected some wires. The engine started.
—“Welcome to plan B.” — he said, in good spirits.
Before leaving the parking lot as if nothing had happened, they saw the gray car drive past.
Alexia didn't stop until she left the city behind. She stopped the vehicle in an open, silent wasteland. They got out. The wind was the only thing that moved.
Theo collapsed to the ground, laughing breathlessly on the grass.
—“I thought we weren’t going out.” — he told Alexia .
—“We’ll be fine here. Boring, but fine. That’s what matters.” — she said as she checked the roads.
Satisfied, Alexia leaned back on the hood of the car, relaxed.
—“You did well.”— he said . —“You’re clumsy at fighting, yes… but you didn’t freeze up. You thought and you acted.”
He looked at her, serious and with a touch of admiration.
—“And you…”— she shook her head —“I’ve never seen anyone move like that. No doubt… effective… lethal…”—
They remained silent, looking at each other. The tension they had experienced transformed into something else: euphoria, closeness. Attraction.
Alexia took a step towards him and sat down next to him.
—“This is not professional.”— he warned.
—“None of this is.”— Theo replied .
They kissed urgently, as if their bodies needed confirmation that they were still alive. They searched for each other wordlessly, until the world disappeared again.
They caught their breath lying on the grass. A few hours later, Alexia looked at her watch.
—“It’s time to move.” —
Theo nodded. They went back to the car.
Alexia started the car and took the route to the point that Marcus Davenport had indicated for the extraction.
—“Now we’re going to the meeting.”— he told Theo —“No matter what happens.”
The road opened up before them. And there was no turning back.
At the meeting point, the black vehicles appeared through the dust with the security Marcus had promised . Alexia saw them before anyone else.
—“The cavalry.”— he said proudly —“They have never let me down.”
The perimeter was closed in seconds. The armed men descended with precise movements, secured the area, checked angles, and issued brief orders over the radio. The threat, if it still existed, vanished without a sound.
Marcus Davenport got out of the first vehicle. He walked straight toward her.
—“Stevens.”— she said, her voice tense —“Are you okay?”
Alexia didn't respond with words. She took two steps and hugged him tightly, disregarding protocol and the stares of the other officers. Marcus wrapped his arms around her and held her longer than necessary, as if he needed to confirm that she was there, unharmed. Alexia rested her forehead against his shoulder for a moment longer than usual.
—“I told you I would take care of it.”— she murmured.
—“And I told you that you weren’t alone.”— he replied.
Theo watched the scene from a few meters away. Marcus separated from Alexia and turned towards him.
—“Crowe.”— he said, relieved —“I’m glad to see you on your feet, my friend.”
—“Thank you, sir.”— Theo replied . —“Really.”—
When Marcus hugged Alexia again , she looked up over his shoulder. Her eyes met Theo 's for barely a second. Just long enough.
Something almost imperceptible crossed Alexia 's face : a shadow, a tiny crack in her usual composure. Theo saw it. He didn't know what it was. Was it guilt? Doubt? Or the awareness of standing between two bonds that couldn't coexist without breaking?
Alexia separated from Marcus while he was giving orders, and regained her composure.
—“We have to leave now. The plane is waiting for us,” Marcus said.
The three of them got into the same vehicle. Alexia sat between them. Marcus was on the radio, giving final instructions to the waiting plane. Theo stared out the window, watching the city's reflection receding into the distance.
At a crossroads, Alexia turned her head. Her eyes met Theo 's again . There was no smile. No promises either. Just a tense calm, heavy with meaning and unspoken messages, perhaps not meant to be. Marcus noticed nothing. He remained focused on the operation. The vehicle moved forward.
And Alexia Stevens , as she always did, kept her true intentions hidden in the only place where no one could access without consent.
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