Hey everyone. I'm writing 2 stories at once now. Don't worry ATR fans I will write more of that as well. Anyway, hope you all like the new story.

Chapter One

Hamburg Germany 2005:

Two men sat in a dark room with folders packed full of information about their new target. For two years, they had followed their target and had tried to gather as much information about him as possible. At long last, they were ready to present their information to the boss. Unfortunately, they could not present the information without one last piece of information. This was what they were to receive today.

The two men both had real names, but they were currently practicing their code names. The one with blonde hair and blue eyes was called Flying Falcon, while the one with red hair, green eyes, and freckles was called Under Dog.

Suddenly, the front door to the room opened. In walked a short African American man with white splotches all over the side of his face.

"You must be Niles," said Flying Falcon getting up from where he was sitting. He stood up to shake the man's hand. "We have been trying to reach you for several weeks."

"That I am. I have been told by my assistants that you need this final piece of information about your target."

At this, Under Dog stood up.

"Yes we do, we have figured out all of his daily habits from where he goes after school, to what time he takes his shower, to what he is currently reading. The only piece of information we need is…"

Nile put up a hand to stop them.

"I know, all you need is his class schedule. That way, you'll be able to know where he is at what time during school. Well, we at Scorpia have produced his schedule."

At that, Niles drew out a piece of paper sealed in a bag.

"This is the final piece of information that you need. I know that we at Scorpia have not always been allies with you at Butura, but we definitely can agree on one thing: This boy must be destroyed."

Flying Falcon took the piece of paper and once more shook Niles hand.

"We know that you at Scorpia are excellent killers, but even you couldn't kill this young man," Flying Falcon stated.

"That is why we asked the boss of Butura to complete this mission for us," Niles said with a sick grin. Without another word, he shook Under Dog's hand and left the room.

An hour later, Under Dog and Flying Falcon's boss, Mr. Hildebrandt, called them into a meeting.

"Here is our entire information sir," Flying Falcon said as he handed Mr. Hildebrandt both of their folders.

Mr. Hildebrandt leafed through it. After a few minutes, he nodded his approval.

"Excellent," he said. "Now here's what you're going to do. You are going to contact MI6 and pretend that you are the head constable of England. Tell them that a criminal has escaped from a nearby jail and you need their help because he is armed and dangerous. Request for the target because the crook is hiding in a tight area and only the target can fit through there. Add other details as well. Use your imagination."

At that, the men bowed to each other and left the room. Under Dog knew that you weren't supposed to call the target or even think about the target having a real name, but he couldn't help it.

Note to self, he thought. Kill Alex Rider.