Chapter 1

New assignment, New allies and New enemies

"What?" I am not working with a cheerleader." A blonde haired teenage protested as he stood infront of his employer. "What does she know about working undercover?"

"Alex. She is the most respected teenage secret agent working for the ROC Agency .They are dedicated to recapturing the most wanted convicts across the globe." Alan Blunt, head of MI6 special operations, stared out of his window overlooking Liverpool street. "Here. Read her profile."

Alex took the file off of his superior and opened it. On the first page was a picture of an attractive girl.

Surname: Windsor

First name: Elissa

Sex: Female

Age: 16

Birthday: 17/07/1990

Height: 5' 6

Nationality: British

Hair colour: Black

Eye colour: Brown

Skin tone: Medium Tan

Hobbies/Abilities: Athletics in particular hurdles (she holds the record for the county championships), Horse Riding, Fencing, Dancing, Martial Arts, Rock Climbing, Rifle Shooting, Gymnastics, Canoeing, Cheerleading

Personality: Strong willed, Active/Sporty, Adventurous, Competitive, Crafty, Cunning, Stealthy

Classes: Science, Maths, English, Geography, History, Physical Education, Food Technology

"I'm sorry but I cannot, will not work with her. She's probably a stupid bimbo who has nothing better to do with her time than wave pom poms around-" Alex was interrupted by a short cough from behind. He turned around to see who it was and his brown eyes widened.

In the doorway stood a 5' 6 teenager. She had black hair and doe brown eyes, her tanned skin glistened in the light that flooded through the large windows of Mr. Blunt's office. And she was wearing a cardinal red and white cheerleading uniform. "It's pleasure to meet you too Mr. Rider." The teenager walked straight passed Alex and shook hands with Mr. Blunt.

"Alex Rider this is Elissa Windsor. Your new partner for this mission." Elissa turned around to face Alex. She stuck out her hand and shook his gingerly.

"Hello. Elissa Windsor. Stupid bimbo." She said coldly and then turned back to Mr. Blunt. Alex felt a hot flush rising to his cheeks as she had heard what he had said about her.

"Well now that you two are aquainted. Let's proceed with your mission." Mr. Blunt picked up a remote and pressed a button. A large screen sppeared with a picture of a man in his late forties. He had auburn hair with peppery grey strands sweeping through it, his grey eyes were narrowed and he looked intimidating. "Now this is Reed Gracy. He is-"

"Well known for his for his high tech terrorist techniques." Elissa finished.

"You know about him?" Blunt asked.

"Yes. I had to clean up his mess last year after he blew up an oil rig in the north atlantic ocean." Elissa answered.

"We were informed that an older agent was sent to deal with him." Blunt said.

"An older agent tried to deal with him. And I am sorry to say that that agent is no longer with us. I only dealt with his accomplice who is now in containment in ROC Agency headquarters." She explained.

"Well it apears that now he has developed a nuclear weapon of some sort in the Sahara Desert using a disk known as iTec." Blunt hit another button on the remote and a picture of a small disk with a large eye shaped chip in the centre appeared. "iTec is-"

Not to be outdone Alex jumped in. "A small microdisk that has controls to the world global positioning satelite.

Blunt nodded. "That is correct. And in the wrong hands it is lethal. You're assignment is to infiltrate his base and retrieve iTec. Now these are our new members to the operation Dr. Slavic and Ms. Frost. Dr. Slavic is incharge of weapons and gadgets unit, and Ms. frost is our new training instructor. Please follow them downstairs." Blunt flicked a switch and the room was lit up.

"Veronica!" Elissa exclaimed.

"Hello Elissa." Ms. Frost replied. She had brown hair that was pulled back in a neat bun making the length unditerminable, her emerald eyes gleamed as she greeted Elissa and she extended a pale hand.

"Do you two know each other?" Blunt interrupted.

"Yes. This is Veronica Frost she works for ROC. Duh!" Elissa beamed.

Alex sighed. "I am going to need therapy. Serious therapy."