AUTHOR'S NOTE: DO NOT READ UNTIL YOU HAVE FINSIHED READING SCORPIA RISING! THIS contains MAJOR book Spoils! You have been warned. Also, I dont not own the originality of the Alex Rider series. That belongs to Anthony Horowitz. However, I DO OWN this fanfiction BASED on the series. Please review when possible.

Alex Rider: Operation: The Tribal Regimine

It had been a year since Alex went up against Scorpia. Alex knew he made two simple mistakes: Refusing to say no to MI6 when they wanted him to spy again, and allowing Jack to come with him on his last mission to Cairo, Egypt. The consequence for making thises mistakes ended up being deadly and caused Alex emotional trauma that would remain with him for the rest of his life: watching Jack get murdered. Not to mention, Alex had finally taken a life with a gun. A real, cold, hard gun. One shot, and his enemy was killed. For Alex though, it was like watching himself die - blood pooling from the bullet wound in the head on the highway in Cairo. Now, Alex lived with the Pleasures. Alex still attended counseling twice a week. In two years, Alex would move back to London to resume living in his Chelsea home. Alex decided against selling his Uncle's house and lucked out as such. A young couple almost bought the house until two bankers from the Royal and General Bank stopped the transaction. It was reported later that the house had a faulty gas leak - or something like that. The couple panicked and backed out of their offer and the potential deal. A day later, the for sale sign was removed and the house had been empty since then. All this, Alex could tell was by Mrs. Jones 's doing when he sent her an email personally with a encrypted message of how he had been doing in his new residence and that he no longer wanted to sell the house. It really was all that he had left from his old life and wanted to keep it that way. Mrs. Jones sent a response that was coded as well with her answer.

Dear Mr. Rider;

Due to the mistakes made on behalf of the Bank here at the Royal and General, we regret to inform you that you are still bound by your deceased Uncle's will concerning of your fortune and the residence now in question. It is therefore that we also regret to inform you that the house cannot be sold against the deceased wishes from Mr. Ian Rider until you become of the age of 21. The house will therefore be removed from the market until your 21st birthday has passed.

Sincerely yours;

The Royal & General Bank

Of course, part of this email was a lie. Mrs. Jones had given Alex Rider full access to his Bank accound in London. As well as nine checks, one for each of his completed missions. Alex to the money that MI6 gave him and took the checks themselves to America with him. The money that Ian Rider had given him was left at the bank account The Ian himself gave to Alex, right within the Royal & General bank itself. When Alex arrived in America, he opened a bank account and deposited the converted checks from Euros to American dollars. Each individual check was worth $20,000 american dollars. Altogther, Alex now had $180,000 dollars in american cash and 367,000 in Euros. But the money didn't matter to the now 1/2 millionaire orphan. Alex only recieved all that money because everyone that he knew was murdered by Scorpia, and many people pitied him for it who also knew the truth.

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Alex was laying on his back. His clock said that it was 5:30 in the morning. Alex had another nightmore about Julius Grief. Only this time it was watching Julius shoot Jack in the head while Alex was again strapped to the table - right in front of him. With a great effort, Alex slowly dragged himself out of the bed and went to go and take a hot shower. School would start in an hour and a half, Sabina would be up around 6 am. Just 30 minutes from now. Normally, Alex normally woke up around 6 am - like sabina. He was the first to use the bathroom. Claiming that Sabina would tarnish his perfect attendance record if he was ever late to school due to her slowpoking around in the bathroom. Both knew that the truth was far from that. After Alex was finished getting ready in the bathroom, Sabina would enter and she would begin as well. Each left the house around 7:30 am and Alex would drive to school. (AN: In America, you are legally able to drive at the age of 16, and Alex is 16 now in this story) Sabina would sit in the passenger seat and they both sang songs to the morning radio. Alex wasn't much for singing, but when he did, it brightened Sabina's day and it made him feel less guilty about intruding on the Pleasure's lives. At the mement, things were now beginning to improve. He felt no longer as depressed as he did when he first arrived to America a year ago. He also started to help teach karate at a local Karate Dojo. This is what really helped Alex more than anything. It made him feel closer to his deceased family, and made him want to prove to them that he really was not weak. Later today, Alex would be teaching two seperate lessons. One for the red belt group, and one for the yellow belt group. Alex was a first grade Dan and he was extremely proud of this. Alex smiled to himself as he turned left at an intersection to pull into his new school. Secretly, Alex was also teaching Sabina how to defend for herself, and she was rapidly learning new things from her hour sessions that she had twice a week. He was proud of her in more ways than one.

Alex and Sabina got out of the new 2012 Nissan Altima. It was a deep blue color with interior leather seats. Sabina Went her seperate way with Alex after calling a "Later!" to him. He didn't mind this at all as he went to join his friend Tom Harris. When Tom had found out where Alex went, he secretly convinced his mother to move to Las Angeles. Claiming that there were a lot of high paying law jobs that had recently become available there. Alex was no longer alone in his new school once Tom had arrived. Alex also thought that Mrs. Jones might have influenced this decision as well. Tom and his mother had recieved permenant visas so they could reside in the United States with hardly any effort at all. Tom was talking to a bunch of soccer jocks - who were also Alex's teammates as they all headed to the outdoor Cafteria tables to sit down at until the bell would ring for them to go to first period together. Tom and Alex had the same first period class: AP German. Alex decided to altogether give up on French. German was much easier to learn anyways. The Bell rang, and the Students at LeHigh gathered up their things to begin their descents down the hallways.