So here he was whether he liked it or not.

Alex was at Royal and General bank. He had been called the night before to come down to the fake bank, on his new mobile phone.

It was late at night; at least that's what he told himself later to make up for why he had been so thick. There was no number on the screen, no identification mark at all. Only one group in the country would do that when calling him. He should have known who would be on the other line. It only occurred to Alex later this might have been on of the reasons to call him so late, to confuse him into answering the phone.

"Hello?" He was tired and after having a full day of football practice he was also worn out. So it sounded more like 'Ew-wo' when he answered it.

"Hello Mr. Rider this is Adriane Wolfe and I'm from the Royal and General bank and we would like you to come down here tomorrow evening to-" Alex cut her off.

"No," He said. He was wide-awake now.

"Excuse me?" She sounded confused. She must not have been briefed before hand about Alex.

"You heard me! I said no. I'm not going down there."

He hung up the phone and went back to bed pulling the covers over his head in an effort to hide the red neon clock that reminded him of the late hour.

He thought he'd down a good job. He thought he had won. And yet again, he should have known better.

AR AR AR

In downtown London there is a coffee shop by the name of Black Beans. When first looking at it an obverse might think it was quite old, and for lack of a better word, rubbish. But, in reality, this was a state-of-the-art secret hide out for Covert Operations for MI6.

The building was built in the 1957 by the elderly couple and fell into disarray only nine years later. The roof was falling in and the windows had been broken by the local gang, now they were boarded off with cheap plywood, that now was bending and falling apart from contuse use.

This building had been bought from an old women and her dying husband in the 1970s, by a MI6. The building had been used for operations that the government was like was against. And this surely was one in the government would like.

In the building there was rooms were things had stored when it had been used for the coffee shop. Now there were 6 desks cramped in the small room surrounded by a set of permit white shelves. In the desk were six SAS men listening to a man.

"It is a lot harder to kid-nap Alex Rider then someone else his age." This mans' name was Tony Adler, Sergeant Tony Adler if you asked him. He was quite a short man who stood just over 5 feet tall. He had worked with the American Navy just in tell his 8 year enlistment had been up. Then he had picked up and moved half way around the world and got a job at Royal and General Bank.

Now, here he stood 18 years later and 25 pounds heavier in front of six SAS trained men in order to capture a 14, well now 15 year old.

"He's a bloody 15 year old how hard can he be to capture and bring to headquarters'?" This mans code name was, Spider. Who was, no doubt, just about to prove how green he was. "Not losing your grip, old man?"

Adler eyes fixed on Spider.

"You would do well not to dwell on his age and rather what he has done. If you had read his file, and not, as I'm sure at lest half of you did, just the first line, you would know that Alex Rider is the son of John Rider and nephew of Ian Rider." Spider interrupted him again.

"What does it matter who his relations are?"

"John and Ian Rider are perhaps the two most talented operatives we have had the privilege to employ." That sure shut up Spider and shocked the five other occupants of the small desk that they were sitting in. Sure they had all heard whispers of the brothers' heroic deeds, but what was the chance that they were going to kidnap a relation of theirs?

"Alex Rider has proven seven times in the past eight months that he would not let the Rider legacy die. He has been on operations that half of you are not allowed to know about because it's higher than your pay grade. None of them have failed. He is smart. And handles pressure better than most grown men. Do not under estimate him."

The room was quite for a minute, than Bane spoke.

"So how are we going to do it, boss?"

AR AR AR

Alex was biking home with his friend Tom Harris, when he the white van passed by him for the third time. He wasn't quite sure if it was MI6, but then again who else could it be?

"Tom, the next time that white van passes I want you to turn left and go to my house and tell Jack that MI6 is going to kidnap me." He paused to see how tom was responding to the fact that he was likely about to be kidnapped, he like Alex seemed to but up immunity to surprises. "They swore that they would leave me alone after Snakehead."

"But, Alex, can't you get away from them? Weren't you trained by MI6 incase something like this happened?" He looked sideways at Alex, hoping to see his mate the next day at school in their English class with Mr. Band.

"Yes, but Tom, this is MI6, they know what I can do and they're not likely going to make the mistake of under estimating me. They know who they are dealing with." He breathed out significantly. "Tell her I sorry too."

Tom just nodded.

The white van passed.

"Happy birthday Alex," he then noticed the look of surprise on Alex face, "Jack."

"Good-bye Tom." Alex said.

"Good-bye Alex." Tom said then he speed off, standing on the pedals to get a faster speed.

He watched his friend disappear down the hill to his house and whished he could be going too, but no. He had to be chased down by the former pain in his neck. Alex clenched his mouth to prevent a very loud swear word coming out of his mouth.

He had a feeling that the van had been waiting for him to be alone. Now he was. They probably thought they would cut him off and grab him then force him into the van. Well they were wrong. This wasn't going to go their way.

He waited for the van to appear around the corner and then he made his move. He biked right in front of the van. Just as he thought the van cam to a halt and three men came out each of them holding a stun gun. He smiled and set of going the opposite way of the van was facing.

The idea was he would get a head start, making them take the time to get back into the van, and turn it around. It worked. He was two blocks ahead of them by the time that they had been able to start chasing after him. What didn't occur to him was this was simply one set of men that was after him, there was six of them, not three. So when a second white van pulled into one of the neighboring streets he was surprised, but this did not stop him he pulled over to the right side of the white van and was about to put as much distance between him and the van when he found a mans left hand in front of his face, making him come to a rapid stop and lift of his bike and fling him over his bike doing a awesome flip onto the black road.

Alex, luckily, landed butt first, which took most of the shook off the landing, his head barley hurt.

But still, he rubbed his head as he sat up.

"Sorry about that Alex, but you really should have been wearing a helmet. You know it's not safe to do with out."

He looked up to see the filmier face of Wolf. A man he had trained with in the SAS.

"Do you want me to pick you up or would you rather walk into the van?" Wolf smirked and held out a hand for Alex.

Alex reluctantly took it and pulled him self up. He got into the van and looked at the other two men who were escorting him to headquarters.

The man that was driving was tall, more than 6 feet at lest. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes and a scar running down his left bicep that told him he been in a knife fight, and lost. This mans name was Zeus. The man in the passenger set was holding a stun gun and had blond hair and a model look to him. His name was Spider.

"So why am I being forced to go back? I though they said they were going to leave me alone!"

"Well, Cub, I don't know. I spouse you'll find that out when you talk to Mr. Blunt, we are just going to transfer you there."

Alex stayed quite for the rest of the ride to MI6. He didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he was going back to the place he swore he never would.

When they got to MI6 Alex got out of the car by himself, not to arouse suspicion. He walked through the doors.

So here Alex was whether he liked it or not.