A/N: First things first I do not own Alex Rider or any of the other characters in the series (i.e. Fox (Ben Daniels)) but I do own Rebekah my own butt-kicking character with some attitude…well when I get that far….

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Alan Blunt sat at his desk looking over a new file, that of an orphan who seemed to have exceeding abilities in hand to hand combat, languages and general outdoor activities. If given proper training she might even rival Rider for his skills.

"Her name is Rebekah, she has no second name, she is a Nidan in Karate meaning a second grade black belt, and a swimming champion." Mrs Jones said, making Blunt look up from the file he was holding. She went on, "she is around five foot seven inches, long black hair and blue eyes. She grew up in a number of care homes barely stay at each one for seven or eight months; never managing to stay in one continually for an entire year. With that she changed schools frequently and has grown detached from the rest of her peers."

"She is the next candidate, she will take place in the training starting in a fortnight," Alan Blunt stated as he stood up behind his desk.

"But sir, should we really do this? I mean after what happened to Alex?" Mrs Jones asked, any more emotion in her voice and she would have sounded like she was pleading with the man, and no employee of MI6 should ever plead.

"We have no choice in the matter, after Rider leaving us we need an operative, even if she is sixteen. The same age as him," he walked over to Mrs Jones and added, "plus if she was in care homes she would have needed to be toughened up, also you say she is detached from her peers… that's one job done for us already." With that he walked out of his office leaving Mrs Jones still standing there sucking on her peppermint wondering just why she had to recruit another teenager whether they wanted to become part of MI6 or not.

Rebekah bowed to her teacher at the end of her class with the rest of the class, all eager to get out of their uniforms and back into their own clothes, as she walked away she called over her shoulder, "See you tomorrow Sensei!" and continued to the changing room into the merciless chatter of the girls there, ok if they were at the karate class they weren't exactly the girliest bunch but that didn't stop the endless gossiping that always followed a class. As quickly as she could she got back into her normal clothes packed her bag and walked to the door of the changing room and turned to the rest of her class and said "See ya!" not knowing that that was the last karate class she would be attending for a while. The girls in her class were the closest thing she had actually had as her life as long as she could remember was waking up in the care homes, going to school, not fitting in and being avoided so not talking and being avoided more, a vicious downwards spiral; then going to whatever class she had after school: karate, swimming, French climbing, then to extra swim training then back to the home. There was no time for socialising even if she had wanted it; she had learnt from the first two homes. Growing too attached to anything only brought inevitable pain so had decided not to become attached to anything and just threw herself into her classes, especially her karate that was the only reason she had gotten such a high rank in such a relatively small amount of time. She ate, slept and breathed swimming and karate and focused on few other things.

As Mrs Jones was waiting outside the sports centre where Rebekah took her karate lessons she felt a slight uneasiness, how would the young girl react to the sudden recruitment into MI6 without even a choice. It had already been just over a week with her conversation with Mr Blunt, as she had procrastinated as much as she could, to stop having to meet with Rebekah, as they always said she was far too sensitive to the younger people. It was probably the consequence of having been married and had children, it was just her maternal instinct; there was nothing she could do about it. She had been fine up until the first few missions Alex Rider went on seeing him change like that had unsettled her. The consequences of her procrastination meant that there was under a week until they needed to cart Rebekah off to the training with the SAS in the Brecon Beacons, much the same as they had done to Alex. Mrs Jones had never truly wanted to turn Alex into the spy he had become and was quite relieved when he'd left knowing that now he would have a moderately normal life, if that is put the year before behind him, but now here she was about to turn another teen's life upside down by turning them into a spy as well. Before she could dwindle on her thoughts for too long a girl of about sixteen walked out her raven-black hair tied back in a plait which went all the way down slightly past her hips. Mrs Jones took a breath and then stepped out in front if the girl and said "Rebekah I presume?" without giving the girl anytime to reply she continued, she already knew that this girl was Rebekah "I am Mrs Jones from the Royal and General Bank and I'd like you to come with me." As she finished speaking a black car with heavily tinted windows pulled up. Mrs Jones opened the door and made a gesture that obviously said after you.

Rebekah was taken aback when the woman had started talking to her and her suspicions only grew when the car pulled up and she started to wonder if the woman who smelled so strongly of peppermint was all she seemed. Unable to control her suspicions any longer she blurted out, "What do you want with me? Why do you want to take me to this bank?"

"All will be explained when we get there, now if you please?" Mrs Jones said patiently once more gesturing to the open car door. As all her arguments had been brushed aside Rebekah scrambled into the back seat of the car, careful not to touch too much of the clean cream coloured leather upholstery. Mrs Jones sat down on the seat next to her and they left for the 'bank'.

The journey was filled with an awkward silence, Rebekah had many questions to ask but bit her lip. Somehow she knew that asking too many questions wasn't going to be looked on in a pleasant light. The car slowed to a stop outside a tall, ordinary looking London office block.

"Follow me," Mrs Jones said, once more repeating the tone which suggested that it was more an order than a request. Rebekah complied but as she got to the back of the ground floor and when Mrs Jones had to show ID to get into the lift, her sense of foreboding grew, as she became ever more suspicious of what she was doing here.

Out of the lift Rebekah followed along the corridor to an office. Mrs Jones knocked on the door and was entering and as Rebekah went to follow her she turned and said, "Just wait here for a minute I'll be out again in a minute to get you." With that she closed the door behind her leaving Rebekah in the empty corridor waiting outside the office.

"Blunt, I've brought her here as requested but do we really need to have her trained? You remember what they were like for Alex; it will be much worse for a girl; don't you see what could happen? What risks you putting towards her?" Mrs Jones tried one last time to convince Alan Blunt that training a sixteen girl to be a spy was not exactly what you'd call orthodox, also sending her to train with the SAS was just plain insane, if not murder. This was all in vain and it caught them both with surprise as a voice asked "What would be worse for a girl? And what risks?"

"Ah Rebekah this is Mr Blunt," Mrs Jones said all too quickly, then adding "I thought I told you to stay outside the office till I came out to get you."

She just shrugged as a reply to the question and just said "Yeah well, I got bored. So what do you really want me here for? It certainly isn't about the interest rates that's for sure,"

The sarcasm triggered a memory inside of Mrs Jones, reminding her of something she was trying very hard not to remember this afternoon. She crunched on her peppermint hoping that it would distract her for the small moment she needed to get her head straight; unfortunately it didn't and for a moment instead of seeing a sixteen year old girl in front of her, Mrs Jones saw something quite different, a boy of fourteen with shaggy blond hair, mocking smile and warm brown eyes, before she could stop herself a single word escaped her lips, filled with regret she said, "Alex…"


A/N: so tell me what you think...is it worth continuing? (to tell you the truth i have plenty of ideas for this but just need to link them together so...) and yes Alex will actually appear...probably next chapter but i'm not sure.

wooo!! i sorry my first chapter over 1000 words!! (1541 without ANs to be exact :D)

Anyways Review Please!!

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