Ok people. I've decided to make and Alex Rider/Holes crossover. I hope you enjoy, and remember you're reviews are always welcome.

NOT SO NORMAL LIFE

Alex Rider was cycling home from school. In his bag he had some weekend work, which wasn't much. He was in quite a good mood, as he had made plans with his best friend Tom Harris. At this point he suddenly thought what a normal life he had.

Suddenly his bike slipped over some oil that had been dropped. Alex quickly got up and began picking up his books. A man with a dog walked near by him, and coughed.

"Alex need some help?"

It was John Crawley. He worked at MI6 but Alex hadn't yet found out what he did there. He thought he must be on desk duty. He couldn't imagine him on a ship that was about to blow up, and only he could disable, with forty seven enemies on board.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well its funny you should ask because Mr. Blunt would really appreciate it if you met him. He's got some thing to tell you."

"No way, you CREEP! I'm not going anywhere with you. I have some really nice plans for the weekend, and you're not going to spoil them."

Three pistols cocked behind Alex. He turned around and saw three men. The guns were hidden underneath their jackets.

"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter."

"Fine," Alex sighed. "I guess I'll have to come."

Crawley was surprised. He had thought that it would be much harder to persuade Alex of all people to come to MI6. Just as Alex began walking he tried to slip away. Two men grabbed him and dragged hold of him. His hands were caught by two of the men, but the third man was vulnerable. And they hadn't caught his feet. With a swift movement he twisted his right arm, and got the man to loosen his grip. He then head butted him in the stomach. The man had no time groan. He dropped to the ground.

Then he punched the other man on the face, but the man blocked. For a knock out he karate chopped the man's side. It had the same result as the first man. The third man was the most unfortunate of the three. He was dealt a round house kick to his abdomen. Alex could feel his rib cracking. The man collapsed.

Crawley walked over to Alex. He tried to stop him by locking his neck between his hands. Alex, without hesitating, punched the side of his face. Crawley walked a few steps, then he too collapsed.

"I can go myself." Alex muttered.

Looking at his handiwork Alex suddenly grinned. As the police would call it, a very clean job. There was no blood, just four unconscious men – and no culprit.

Alex got on his bike and rode away to the Royal and General Bank. He ruefully thought that since he had manhandled Blunt's men, he owed him an apology. Oh well it was worth it.

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It was the same as always. The room on the sixteenth floor. The coldness. The two uncaring people who were in it almost all their lives. Alan Blunt and Mrs. Jones. The latter was sitting on a sofa, but this time instead of peppermint in her mouth she had chewing gum. Blunt hadn't changed a bit. Except maybe his hair was more white than gray.

"Have a seat Alex." Mrs. Jones offered.

Alex sat down on the sofa, and gave Blunt a defiant look.

"You brought down four of my agents, and almost killed on of them." Blunt said. "What do you have to say for yourself."

Alex shrugged. "They were pissing me off."

Blunt decided to let it go. After all, if he had a small hope of Alex agreeing to what he had to do Blunt had to be on his best behavior.

"Alex we have a small request of you. There is a place called Camp Green Lake. It is a place where naughty children, who are charged with anything ranging from shoplifting to murder. You could say its an alternative to prison."

"Sounds a charming place."

"Yeah you can imagine. But we think there's a problem there. A kind of large problem. And we need a child to umm investigate. A child with spying skills. A child with many talents. A child like you."

"ME?!"

"You."

"Dude I thought that you were going to have a friendly chat. That's what that unpleasant chap of yours said. You actually think for a second that I would go to this stinking place where something is wrong. You can think again."

"I'm afraid you don't have choice in the matter."

"Here we go again." Said Alex as he turned around. He was now facing two of Blunt's most skilled agents. Before they could even think about attacking him, he ran into one of them and delivered the fatal three finger jab to the throat. He didn't do with the intention of killing, but still wounded him severely. The other one was brought down with a kick between the legs. He fell to the floor, wondering how a fourteen year old could have done this to him. He then passed out.

"Alex. I see that trying to force you into it isn't going to work."

"Now you realize that."

"So consider this. If you go, your bank account gets filled with a hundred thousand pounds."

Alex's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe that Blunt was so desperate that he was offering him money. He also remembered that Jack had told him that they were running out of money. She had said that she would have to get a job to support them. This was his chance to stop that from happening.

"Alright." He growled. "What do I have do?"

"Excellent Alex. You can go home now. I'll fill you in tomorrow. I'll call you when to come."

"Whatever." Alex said, and left the room.

As he closed the door he heard Blunt mutter, "If blackmail won't work bribery will."