Hey this is Wheel Then; I noticed there were not many Alex Rider and White Collar Crossovers so here is Plain Sight.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider or White Collar.
The Takedown
New York, Alex Rider
Alex Rider was quite tired. He could feel his heart beating at twice the normal pace. He was quite aware of the blood slowly trickling down his body. His back was aching in protest of the lashing it had been given this time. His wrists were hissing from the burns that had been coldly administered. His legs were moaning from the beating they had been given. Through all of this, the loudest push came from a voice from the voice in the back of his mind. It only said one thing, "Survive" sometimes it sounded like Jack's voice, sometimes Tom's, even Sabina's and Ian's. So as much as he wanted to just lie down and die, he knew he could not. He had to survive for all those who had died protecting him. So, he kept moving, without heeding the cries of pain emanating from his body.
To be honest not even he knew he had escaped this situation. From the wreck he had emerged from surmised that nothing less than a coup d'état had occurred within the organization. One minute all were united the next it was havoc. Those who would have gone out for coffee yesterday were killing each other without a moment's hesitation. In the havoc and chaos it had been quite easy for Alex to slip out. Of course he had not gotten out completely unscathed. Though no bullets had entered his being, but he had been hit with more falling debris than ash covered city of Pompeii. As he had exited his cell he had been lucky enough of finding a dead guard with a fully load .45 ACP with an extended mag and a wallet with about 50 dollars in it. The guard had been caught by surprise and had one of the first casualties in what had turned out to be an all-out war zone between the two factions. He lost count of the men he killed on his way to the exit. This organization had been arrogant enough that they had not blind folded him when they had caught him. In fact the only thing they had done right was knocking out all communication devices on him via a directional electromagnetic pulse. That all did not matter to him right now though, he had escaped that hell hole, and that was cause for celebration.
After he had put enough distance between him and the accursed compound he rented himself a cheap motel room. He quietly chuckled at the face the clerk made when he limped in and asked for a room. When he finally saw his reflection in the mirror he understood why the clerk had looked at him like he had. His hair was a rat's nest, his face was streaked with oil, his nose was bleeding, and his eyes looked extremely sullen. His face wasn't the only problem though, his arms were splotched red from the burns and his clothes torn from the fight. All in all he looked like a zombie straight from a horror film. After a painful shower and treating all the wounds he could with the limited amount of first aid the motel provided he fell into a fitful sleep.
A Couple Days later
New York, Peter Burke
The White Collar division was currently rejoicing. They were about to close a huge case, and were about to recover almost 5 million dollars' worth of bearer bonds. It was going to be quite a catch. The culprit had done his research on the company. He had struck right when the company was going through its annual security upgrade. He had been in and out before anyone noticed anything. He had made one crucial mistake by fencing them almost immediately with a mysterious man named Nicolas Holden. It was also going to be an easy catch. They had the location of the man via a tracer on his cell phone. The culprit had rented a small room in a tiny motel in the middle of the city. Peter Burke was taking no chances with this catch though. He had placed people on the fire escape and ones milling around the building all in plain clothes
As customary Peter rapped on the front door and yelled, "FBI, OPEN UP". When no one answered the door he smashed aside the rotting wooden door with a powerful kick and entered with his gun held high. The culprit looked to be sleeping on the bed. Peter motioned to rest to be silent as he wanted to cuff him without problem. Peter silently crept up on the culprit and reached towards his hand. That was when the action began.
Motel Room, Alex Rider
Alex had been awoken very rudely as his door had been blasted aside, but made no indication as factor of surprise could greatly help him in this situation. From the sound of the muffled footsteps he figured about 5 had entered the room. He heard the sound of breathing from one of the men get louder as he approached. He let the man approach and lashed out at the last second with a powerful punch to the person solar plexus. The other men converged on him as the first fell soundless to the ground unconscious. These men were not fighters from what Alex could tell their forte was shooting from a distance. If Alex had been at full strength he would have easily dispatched these men. So far only his arms and legs had healed. But his back was still a major problem. He could not twist out of way of any major body blows and slowly and painfully was overwhelmed. As Alex Blacked out he heard a faint voice yelling "STOP."
Well that's Chapter 1 of Plain Sight; this will be my first chaptered fic. Please Review, even if you have nothing good to say, say it, I am always looking to improve, also I am looking for a better title so if you could suggest one it would be great. Thank you for reading.
-Wheel Then