A.N.: I know, another classic 'Alex going to Brecon Beacon and meet his K-Unit' story. I have my own twists. Despite the BB theme, Alex actually will be spending more time outside of BB than inside. So it's not exactly a train with K-Unit and such.

This is just the prologue and I know it is kinda short.

First edit on 3/26/2017

Disclaimer: I am by no means, Anthony Horowitz. I swear by His Holy Name that I do not make any profit off this fanfiction in any kind or method. All credits go to His Majesty.

"Alex, are you listening?" Mrs. Jones snapped.

Alex turned his gaze toward Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones, "Yes, I was."

"Even Scorpia has been dispersed and slithered away due to your impact on them," Mrs. Jones said, "They are still hunting for you. And the organization that killed Sabin-"

"Don't." Alex halted her, his eyes cold, "Don't say her name."

"I know it had been hard for you." Mrs. Jones softened slightly, "Your sister's death must have been shocking-"

"Don't talk like you understand." Alex's voice turned cold as he stared at Mrs. Jones, "You don't understand a thing."

"I know what you are feeling. It is not your fault, Alex." Mrs. Jones said with a sign, "Why don't you go pack your things and-"

"I have already packed." Alex interrupted, his voice still cold and unfit for normal a seventeen-years old.

But Alex Rider wasn't a normal seventeen years old. He was a MI6 and a lend tool for other agencies. His age and appearance made people underestimate him and that was one of the reasons he was recruited in the first place. He was in too deep already. The secret agencies weren't proud to use a teenager, but when they saw his talents, they just couldn't resist. He had seen too much for someone this young. But since when do they care?

"But you don't have anything with you." Mrs. Jones said slowly, "If you want, I will have someone drive you back to your h-"

"I don't even own anything." Alex said, his gaze cutting toward Mr. Blunt before flickering back to Mrs. Jones, "Everything I owned have been blackmailed away. Or died."

"It is for the-"

"Don't talk like you understand." Alex repeated as he stood up, "Where is the car?"

"Right in front of the bank." Mrs. Jones said quietly as she watched the boy heading toward the door, "I am sorry, Alex."

"Save your apology for someone worth your time." Alex said, not turning, "I am just a pawn. I do not need apologies."

"That is not what I mean-" A steel like glare from Alex made her swallowed the rest.

Then Alex was gone. To Brecon Beacon.