I DON'T own Alex Rider...
I hope you like this story it's my first...
Prologue:
The Royal and General Bank stood proudly on the street. On the upper floors a fair haired man with brown eyes sat at his desk. He tapped a pencil on it in rhythm to the clock.
Suddenly, the PA system crackled. It said, "Mr. Rider, call on line three."
The man sighed. Another person wanting him to protect them. It was the same drill over and over again. He stared at the clock. Soon his shift would be over so he might as well answer it. He picked up the phone and pressed line three.
"Hello?" he asked and waited for the caller to ask for protection or some mumbo jumbo.
A woman's clear voice answered him. This is the voice he flinched in hearing. This was the voice he had never thought he would hear again.
This voice spoke, "Alex? It's me. I have something important I need to tell you." She spoke with fear and alarm in her voice.
Alex glanced around. Just to make sure no one was looking, watching, or listening. "What is it?" he asked in a whisper.
The woman answered quietly, "Alex, we've found someone." She paused as if looking around. "Someone you need."
Alex swallowed. Was this a trap? No, she wouldn't do that. She'd rather die than give herself up to them.
"Where are you?" Mr. Rider asked worriedly.
The woman whispered quietly back, "You don't need to know that Alex, I just need to tell you this."
Alex glared at the phone. He was starting to consider this a trap. "You have to tell me where you are."
The woman gulped loudly, "Alex, you know I can't tell you that."
He sighed. "Fine. But what's going on? You know you can't call me like this."
She gulped again and paused, a scream was heard in the background. The phone crackled as it sounded like she moved into a safer position.
"Alex, something bad has happened they've got us. They've got us." She silently sobbed into the phone.
Alex felt his palms sweat. Was she okay? And who was this they? All these questions burned his mind.
"Tell me slowly, what's going on? Who's got you?" He asked gently.
The woman sounded like she started running. And spoke again, "Alex, I don't have much time. But I can tell you-"
She was interrupted by another scream. The woman started running harder.
Alex started getting more worried. He started glancing from side to side quickly. What was going on.
"Alex, we found something you need. I can only tell you this. He's in Puerto Rico. He works for no one and does things for clients. He's a hacker, but has information. Very valuable information." She paused, " It's all stored on a USB. He has it with him. Find him and recruit him now."
Alex was about to speak when stomping and people yelling in a foreign language interrupted him. Soon later he heard her scream fill the air. The sounds of bones cracking and more stomping occurred.
"Sabina?" he whispered quietly, tears forming in his eyes.
The dial tone went off.
Sabina was gone.