Alex sat in Blunt's office thinking about Jack. He kept replaying how she had died over and over again in his mind.
After Jack had died, he was supposed to go and have lived with the Pleasures but then they had received a threatening note. It was dealt with of course but MI6 had been looking for an excuse to get Alex back and this was it.
So now Alex was sitting in Blunt's office pretending to listen to him, while staring out the window. He was going to have to do missions again. But he didn't want to, not after what had happened to-
"Alex? Alex, are you listening to me?" Blunt sighed as he realized that Alex hadn't been listening to a word he was saying.
"I was just saying that because you don't have anyone to take care of you anymore, we have found someone for you."
At this Alex turned his head sharply to look at the director. "What do you mean you've found someone for me?"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
A man with dark brown hair, grey eyes, and a hard face walked into the office.
"I was told you have something for me?" he said.
"Ah, yes," said Blunt. "Rider, meet your new caretaker, Mark Sanders."