Yassen Gregorovich is dead. Alex knew that. Alex had watched Damian Cray shoot Yassen on Damian's private jet 100 feet over the Atlantic Ocean. Alex had heard Yassen say his final words as he felt Yassen's heart stop.
Yet now sanding fifteen feet away from him was Yassen. He had changed of course; his fiery red hair was longer and in a ponytail. Yassen wore black glasses and his regularly perfect face was scarred; a scar went from the left of his left eye to his mouth. And as he finished his Caesar salad Alex noticed that Yassen's large golden ring now had a sapphire in it. He stood up and his best friend – Tom Harris – who was visiting for the Christmas break and his sort-of-sister Sabina asked at the same time
"Where are you going?" they both know what his previous profession was and worried that if he was to wonder off that he would be kidnapped. Or worse.
"Toilets," he murmured walking just fast enough that he saw Yassen or who he thought was Yassen turn into the toilets. Out of sight of his friends he picked up the pace into a jog, then a run, then a full-out sprint. He finally reached the bathroom. From the door he could see the four urinals and the one stall. The room was empty. He tried to think where Yassen could've gone. Then an ice cold hand from behind the bathroom door grabbed his neck and shoved him face first into the wall. However, Alex was smarter and faster then he used to be. Using the wall as a stand. He backfliped of it; Then, he was behind Yassen. Yassen turned around only to receive a jab to his solar plexus which knocked Yassen out. Alex pulled him into a stall and untied his shoe laces to substitute as handcuffs. He then splashed water onto Yassen's face. Yassen awoke with a start and tried to punch Alex.
"Yassen?" Alex asked.
As soon as Yassen noticed his hands were bound, he looked down at the grimy tiles of the bathroom stall. His head hung in defeat. Two strands of hair fell over Yassen's forlorn face.
"Yassen?" Alex questioned again
This time he lifted his head and spit on Alex like an enemy spy. He grinned a terrible grin. Unsure what to do, he called Sabina.
"I know this is going to sound weird but um… I found Yassen."
"The Russian assassin that killed your uncle and, nearly killed my dad, was he Cray's henchman and who was killed by Cray?"
"I guess…"
"How in the world did that happen?"
"I… I don't know. What should I do?"
"You have to call them, Alex."
"No."
"You'll have to sooner or later, Alex. You know that."
"No way. I am not calling MI6."
"Tom's already calling them." Angry at his best friends for betraying him, he hung up. Just as he turned around to unlock the stall door, a foot as hard as steel (or so it felt) kicked him in the spine and slammed him against the door. Dizzy as he was, he got up, but a kick to the stomach and a follow-up punch to his face were enough to knock Alex out.