A/N: This is my first attempt at an AR fanfic. Lots of thanks to my Beta, JK Mafia (check her AR fic out, it's great), without her this story would still be lurking in some dark corner of my mind.

I'm looking for someone that speaks French or Spanish, to read over my useage of those particular languages in upcoming chapters. Since I totally suck at both.

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Prolouge

Ian Rider wiped sweat off his face as he ran through the dark halls. Left? No, that led to the labs. Or was it the bathrooms? Dammit!

He had almost escaped with the information MI6 had sent him to collect, when someone had had the brilliant idea to cut all the power in the building. While it made it extremely difficult for them to find him, It also made it extremely difficult for him to find the way out.

Ian saw the shine of a flashlight up ahead, and pressed himself up against the wall. The gruff voices of the germans echoed in the otherwise silent hallway.

"Unser Anführer ist ein wahres Genie. Sogar die Security-Cameras sind offline."

Our leader is a true genius. Even the security cameras are off-line. Ian smiled. So now he knew for sure what he had already suspected. The arrogant Michael, the criminal that led this little band of idiots, hadn't even bothered to have back-up cameras, or night-vision goggles either.

"Vorsicht, Artur. Du willst nicht, das er dich so reden hört."

Carefull, Artur. You don't want him to hear you talking like that. The two Germans were almost on top of him now. Ian counted in his head: 3, 2,...

Ian lashed out with a viscious roundhouse kick in the stomach to the man closest to him. The man doubled over and yelled out. He tried to swing at Ian, but Ian was already attacking the next man. The other man, Artur, had reacted quickly when he heard his partner cry out and had pulled a long knife from his waistbelt. Now Ian fought to disarm him. Ian grabbed the mans knifearm then kiced his feet out from under him, but while Artur was going down he lashed out with his knife and managed to give Ian a deep cut in the arm.

With the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he didn't feel the cut yet, and he quickly knocked the first man unconcious with a stroke to the head. Ian bent down and picked up the mans flashlight.Artur had gotten up and now tried to attack Ian from behind, but recieved an elbow to the stomach followed up by a punch to the head.

Picking up the first mans flashlight, Ian didn't even turn around to see the other man fall before sprinting down the corridor.

Now able to see where he was going, Ian was on the lookout for a window, somewhere he could break out of without attrackting the entire terrorist organazation to him like moths to a bug-light. But then, in that case the moths usually wound up dead, not the light.

There! A small window about a foot over his head caught his attention. Eying it critically, he decided he could just fit. He smashed the window and then proceeded to haul himself up and through. It was a tighter fit than he had thought, and he got numerous deep cuts from the glass.

Now outside, he assessed his situation. He was in a deserted stretch of land, momentarily no guards in sight. The upside of this was that no-one was attacking him just yet, the downside that there was no way out of the complex from here without finding a gate through the 10-foot-high barbedwire fence. In Ians experience, gates meant guards. He wasn't quite sure he'd be able to fight at all, in his current state.

Edging around the side of the building, he heard gunfire. The stuttering of the terrorists machine guns, and another gun he new all to well, the standerd gun for the SAS. Could MI6 actually have responded to his emergency beacon? No, not possible.

Then he saw the first SAS trooper running towards him.

Well, I guess there's a first for everything.

With the arrival of the SAS the germans were quickly overpowered. A man in a grey suit walked over to him.

"Ian Rider." It was more of a statement then a question and the man continiued without giving him time to reply.

"You're needed in London immediately."

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Sorry it's so short, but as this is only the prolouge the actual chapters will be longer. Look forward to meeting Alex next chappie!