So this is my new story, I'm not sure how well my "keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer" story is working for me right now, and i had this new idea. let me know if i should continue :D

BTW I don't own any characters you recognize.

" At the age of fifteen, young Alex Rider was killed, caught in the crosshairs of a gang shooting. This brings us to the controversial topic about how-" The T.V flicked off. Jack stood there holding the remote in one hand and a bag with all her main belongings in the other. She had finished law school and Alex was dead. It was time for her to move back to the US and forget about this life. A tear slid down her cheek. She would get back at MI6 one day.

The room was a disaster. It wasn't just the mess of a usual teenager; it was the mess of a teenager who had purposefully destroyed his room. Throwing things and breaking things in pure hatred and anger. Tom hefted his bag and walked out of his room. Tom didn't even bother to look at his parents who were once again having another argument, which was probably started over something as simple as a dirty ice cream bowl. He was sick of his parents, and Alex was dead. The only reason he had stayed so long, he realized, was because Alex needed a friend. Now that he was gone, there was no reason for him to stay.

Eight years later

Jack Starbright ran her hand through her hair in frustration before taking another sip of her strong coffee. She had been working on this case going on seven months now. It was costing her a lot and driving her close to insane. She had not slept well for a really long time now, and was starting to get too thin. The case wasn't just hard. It was dangerous. She had started taking self-defence classes a few years back when she realized that some people didn't like lawyers. She knew now how Alex had felt on the many occasions when he had a close call with death.

Jack sighed. Alex. Lately she had been thinking about him. She never forgot about him, she always wondered if there was something she could've done to help him. She always felt like it was partially her fault that he died.

His feet pounded hard against the ground as he ran. There was the usual burn in his legs and the scream of his lungs telling him to take a break. But he knew he couldn't. He needed to stay in shape and have as good endurance as he could. Tom didn't get to be part of the tactical unit in the police force at such a young age just by sleeping in every morning. Tom vowed when he was just fifteen that he would do everything that he could to protect the people. Alex's death had shown him how evil and corrupt this world was, and he wanted to do what he could about it.

The young man held his handgun in front of him, scanning the room for any danger. He looked over at his partner who gave him the thumbs up, indicating that the coast was clear. The two made it to the end of the hallway, to the room they needed to go. One of the men stood at the door to watch for any danger, while the other snuck in on the sleeping man and held the gun to his forehead. The cold barrel of the gun woke the man up. After taking in everything that was happening, he cursed.

The man with the gun spoke in a tone filled with authority and experience. "Get up slowly, give the order to your men to release the child, or I'll blow your brains all of this room."

"You're never going to make it out of this building alive." Them man sneered, trying to mask the fear in his voice.

"That's where you're wrong. Give the order, now!" the man slowly reached for his radio and spoke into it. Then he put it back down and looked past the gun and to the man holding it. The man with the gun had moved into the moonlight and was now clearly visible.

" You!" his eyes widened as he recognized the face of the man that every criminal and assassin had learned to fear. Then without another thought the man with the gun pulled the trigger.

"He won't be harming anyone else." In his profession, he tried to make sure that there were little casualties, even of the bad guys. But sometimes these things were unavoidable.

The two partners continued on their mission until the child was safe at home and everyone in the building was in the custody of authorities.

"Good work today men, the Johnson family is now safe and happy. You will all be getting your share of the money within the next two days. Go home and take a break, you all deserve it." The man who had previously been carrying the gun gave the orders to his men, with a look of pride on his face. He was not one of the corrupt men who just wanted power and money, he just wanted to make the world a better place.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." a woman of about twenty came in with a nervous look on her face.

"What's wrong?" the man asked caringly. He always had a soft spot of this shy young lady who wanted to change the world.

"Ummm, sir? Well, I know you just came back from a mission and all, but some of the people in my department thought you might want to take a look at this." She handed him a paper. It was about a lawyer who had been caught up in a situation that could possibly cost her, her life. Some of their target enemies were looking to assassinate her.

"Why is it that this involves me?" he asked

"Well, the lawyer, her name is Jack Starbright. One of your former guardians from when you were a kid."

Alex cursed under his breath.

Sorry it's not long, I'll try harder to make it longer.