okay this is the fist chapter to my new story. I must thank the people you said they would be my beta reader but i went of Stained Wolf. And it was Stained Wolf who thought of the tile.


Jack glanced up at the clock on top of the fire place. Half past ten. The book in her lap lay forgotten about, as was her mug of hot cholate. Her thoughts keep going back to Alex. Again. And again.

She had phoned the Royal and General Bank that afternoon to find out the smallest thing about Alex, only to get told that Alex was missing in action. Saying that Jack was exasperate was a big under stamit.

Who in there right mind would send a 14 year old up in to space? And why Alex? Has MI6 all forgotten that Alex was shot on there door step? Just less than a month a go!

Jack sighed and went back to her book. A drop of water fell on to the page she was reading. She wiped her eyes in a hope to stop the tears coming. It didn't work.
A small ping was heard from the other end of the hall. Jack jumped up. What causes a ping? Alex? Was he back?

"Alex?!" Jack yelled at the top of her voice.

"Alex?" Her voice was lower this time.

No one called back to her yells. She turned off the lights and moved in to the hall then down in to the kitchen to dump her stone cold drink down the skin. The door leading out to the garden was unlocked. She was positive that she locked it behind her when she came in from the garden. Jack shook her head a locked the door.
Halfway up the stairs to her room, a small kick was heard on the landing. She stopped dead on the stairs. One of her feet paused in made air.

The noise, the unlocked door, the kick on the landing. Was it a gun? Yes this was the Riders house. A gunman in the house was the most likely out come.
Her foot hit the step. She walked up two more steps then turn around and marched down to the kitchen. She put the kettle on to boil. When it was in the boil, her hand moved to the phone. She stabbed the number of the Bank in to it.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ri..

"Hello, this is the Royal and General Bank. How can I help you?" A young female voice was on the other end the line.

"Can I speak to … Mrs Jones" Jack was hoping that the women would put Jones on the line. After all Jones had said if some thing comes up to phone the Bank.

"There is no one that works at this bank with that name, Miss" The women was on high alert.

"But… Mrs Jon…." Jack's had stopped talking it was to late.

Jack's eyes were glued to a gun in her face. She peeked up in to the face of the person that had her at gun point. Dark green eyes meet hers. Her eyes fell on to the gun. His finger pulled the trigger, before she could more.

Jack's mouth open in a silent cry. She was dead before she hit the floor. The phone fell next to her, in a pool of her blood that was growing by the second. The assassin kick her. Blood start to come out of her mouth.

He treaded over to the table and placed a small stuffed Scorpion on the table. It was paint silver.

The phone had a lot of yelling coming from it. MI6 would be over at the place like killer ants soon. He looked over the body at his feet and then went out the way he come in. The back door.


Alex was getting more worried as more time passed. Going by his watch an hour and a half had gone by.

Was MI6 coming? Was it the CIA? What would happen to him? What if soom fishing ship came by?

Questions with no answers kept entering his head. He tried once again to open the hatch but when pain went over his body he stopped. The wound from weeks before was the most painful of them all. Sleep was becoming more welcome by the second.

'I must not sleep.'
Alex willed him self not to sleep. 'I must not sleep. I must n…'

Alex's eyes closed.


C-unit was still looking for the missing spy. Two hours had gone by and it was getting darker by the second. Coyote looked around for him and all four sides was open water. His men were doing the same to no hope.

Coyote was the leader of C-Unit in the SAS, the other men in his unit were Hyena his second in command, Weasel and Buzzard, the doctor for the unit.

Coyote and Hyena were twins. Both had red hair and pale blue eyes, and both were very tall. The only away to tell the two apart was the scar on Coyotes cheek. He got the scar on tour in Baghdad. Buzzard was thin but tall. He had long black hair that was tied back all the time. His eyes were brown and small but they didn't miss a thing. Weasel was thin and small. He keep to himself a lot of the time and only aome out of his shell when he had to.

"Sir, what happens if we can't find him?"

Coyote glanced over at Weasel. Just as he was about to answer a white shape re-surfed in the water.

"Hyena, head over to that shape in the water"

"Yes, sir" Hyena turned the boat around to the shape in the water. All four SAS looked at the shape that looked more like a space capsule.

They found him, they hoped.

The boat pulled up next to the pod. Weasel pulled the lid up in the pod with the help from Coyote. In the capsule was a 14 year old boy asleep curled up in a ball.

"Thank god we found him" Buzzard said in a low voice.

Alex did not move when they talked above him. As he was totally out of it. When two of the soldiers held the pod, Buzzard curled his arms around the spy and pulled him up into his arms and walked with Alex in his arms to a bench on the boat to looked him over.

Hyena walked over to the engine and turned back to the main land. Weasel went to radio in to MI6 saying that they had found the spy. Buzzard and Coyote give Alex quick look. The two sat back to ride back to the main land.


A knock at the door got Mr Blunt put down the phone he had in his hand.

"Come in" Blunt's voice was as blunt as ever.

Mr. Crawley strolled into the office. He stopped in front of the desk and handed the two folders to Alan Blunt The first one as all about Alex Rider and the second was about K-Unit and the old training sergeant.

"Jack Starbright is dead, sir"


When Alex opened his eyes all he could see was a green jacket. He was moving but his feet were not on the ground. He heard some voice's above him but the
words made no sense to him. He stared up at the face above him brown eyes meet his blue ones.

"Your up at last" Buzzard glanced down but did not put Alex on his two feet. Alex opened his mouth a bit but he stopped when a small man moved in to his sight.

The world stopped moving all of a sudden and his feet hit the ground. He rocked back a bit till a hand at his elbow stopped that to.

Alex watch the four men that was around him. All he could remember was being in the space pod in some ocean. Four men were around him all with the SAS flaming sword with the SAS saying under the sword on they jackets. They were in a car park next to an airport? He was in a airport? How did that happen? And why were there SAS men around him?

"Who are you?" Alex said backed off a bit as this mind was still trying fighting out what was going on.

"C-Unit. From the SAS kid. We have your passport to head back to Britain." Coyote stopped watching the kid with amusement in his eyes. Why the hell made MI6 send the SAS to get him?!

"I am the leader Coyote, this is Hyena, Wasel and Buzzard. And you are Alex Rider aka Cub." A grin was growing on all the men's faces at Alex's stunned look.

"What the hell is going on? And way the SAS out of all the people?" Alex still did not like the SAS after the two weeks at camp.

"He can talk. Eagle said you had no mouth" Hyena laughed. Alex just glared at him. "Look Cub you were missing in action and we were send to find you."
Coyote started to marched over to the building with Hyena and Weasel just behind. Buzzard push Alex to the front doors of the building.

Inside the group checked in at the desk and were waiting to be called on to the plane back to London. Alex had falling asleep with his head was on Coyote's shoulder. When the plane was called Alex was shaken awake by Buzzard who was on his other side. The spy and the four SAS walked over to the gate and got on the plane to go back home.

Alex was looking forward to seeing Jack again and forward to being away from SAS soldiers around him watching him like hawks.


"It was just one bullet from Scorpia that killed her, Sir" Crawley's mouth was in a straight line.

Blunt nodded and Crawley left the room. Alan's hand opened the K-Unit folders, his eyes looking over the information. A small simile played on his lips. His hand moved over to the phone and he pushed in the numbers.

Ring. Ring.

"Sergeant Galloway speaking" The voice of Alex's old Sergeant was on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Galloway, this is MI6. Mr. Rider is coming back" Blunt stopped when he was picking up the folder and looked out of London from his widow. "For life"

"What?!" The Sergeant yelled back down the phone.

i hoped you liked the chapter. the next should be up by next week at some point.