Hey guys! So I hope you enjoy this story, it might get a little crazy :P Anyways here's the brief,

Alex never went to live to the Pleasures, instead he kept shifting between foster families.

And that's basically it…
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"Alex, it's a simple assignment that you won't even need gadgets."

"You guys always say that and I'm okay with that because I'm not your stupid agent anymore! No, my answer is as clear as my voice. It's no!"

Alex Rider stood in front of Mrs. Jones's table, a smart gold name tag sitting for everyone to see on her table. She was wearing a mahogany suit that matched her desk. Her eyes were dark and serious as always and in her mouth, again as always, was a peppermint. There was a young man by her side, a folder in his hands with the words 'TOP SECRET' printed on with bright red. His name was Brad, but in the bank he was known as Bridge. He was always the pathway across the river of troubles. Have any problems, he'll have it e-mailed, faxed, texted or printed to you in a second. He had bright green eyes, light brown hair and a amazing features. He was only in his early twenties.
Alex stood firm, his hands by his sides, clenched in fists. He had a handsome face but his jaw was set tight and his dark brown eyes looked like they had seen too much for his time. He was wearing a black hoodie with skinny jeans and Vans. He had earphones on but they were connected to nothing and hanging loose by his arm. His blond hair was a mess and clearly proved that it had been like that for a couple of days.
Mrs. Jones gently sighed and then opened her mouth slowly, as if re-thinking her words.

"Alex, this mission might just help you." She softly said. Alex looked at her shocked, his mouth hanging open.

"So…so..you're saying that I'm mental? You're saying that going to a mental asylum would help me! Is this even a mission at all?" Alex was screaming, yet his voice was more like a whisper. Mrs. Jones lowered her eyes to her desk. Bridge didn't know what to say except that Jones had just said something completely wrong.

"I suffer thanks to you guys and now you think I need help, NOW when I'm stuck living with a foster family who actually care and NOW you plan to send me on a mission. What is wrong with you guys?" Alex was exasperated and tired. It had been days since he had slept properly. Each foster family he had been with had either immediately declined just through his damaged looks or had pushed him away after a couple of nights of him screaming for Jack. Sabina had suddenly just disappeared, never to be heard of again. Alex was, once more, all alone.

"Alex, forget I said anything-"

"Forget? Forget? Sure, I'll just forget the fact that you called me a mental patient after suffering a couple of nightmares. It was people like you in the old days that got good soldiers killed. I guess that era is starting again."

Mrs. Jones stood up, grabbing the folder from Bridge's hands. He looked surprised but didn't mutter a word. She walked over to Alex, who slowly stepped back.

"I am not taking that." He said firmly, hands up.

"Alex, just read it. It's just a couple of words on paper that could change the rest of the day."

"Or the rest of my life."

"Please." Her dark eyes suddenly seemed to melt into warmth but Alex was not falling for it.

"No, I've said it once and I'll say it again. I am not going to that asylum. What's the mission about anyways? Getting me better? I doubt it, but if it's that bloody organization again I'm going to shoot you and pretty boy back there." Alex said, gesturing towards Bridge who shifted. Mrs. Jones pushed her hand containing the folder towards him.

"Read it Alex and no it's not SCORPIA." She whispered the last word as Alex flinched. Suddenly his scar across his chest was throbbing and his head was starting to hurt. It started to hurt of painful memories. He just wanted everything to be over. He lowered his head in defeat and grabbed the folder.

"But I'm getting this across Jones, if this mission sucks, I'm not taking it." He said and then walked out the door, slamming it angrily behind him. Mrs. Jones just stared at the door, her fingers stitched together in tension.

"You know Miss, I mean no offence, but maybe it's time to let the agent go. You could try to recruit him again once he's 18." Bridge said. Mrs. Jones didn't even look at him but just stared at the door ahead.

"No, I've got a better idea. Follow him." She turned to face the stunned agent.

"Follow him? Miss, are you-"

"Follow him and threaten him on his way to the Washer's."

"But Miss-"

"Do it now Bridge before you lose your famous name. We need him there, I need him there. No matter his age, he's the best agent we're got." She said. Bridge just slowly nodded his head and headed out of her room, already packed with adrenaline to his fellow mission. Mrs. Jones slowly sighed to herself.

It's not your decision anymore Alex, it's too late for that. Much too late…

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