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A.N- Set after Scorpia Rising, Alex didn't go with the Pleasures. I changed his age a little bit.

Rays of sun shone brightly in through the window, and Alex Rider sat up in his small, twin sized bed. He felt tired, as his body was still recovering from the latest mission he had been on. He had just gotten back three days ago, and he the gruesome images played in his head, almost as if on repeat. His heart grew heavy, and he sighed. Today was not going to be easy for 14 year old Alex Rider. Today was the day of the funeral. Not just anyone's funeral, but Jack's funeral.

Jack had been his friend since he was a child, and he still remembered the day his uncle introduced them. Her hair had been shorter back then. but her attitude was quite the same. She had always made him laugh, and feel better about himself, even when he didn't want to.

Alex felt tears pool in his eyes. He'd been 14 for 8 months now, and he's had to say goodbye to the last two people who mean anything in the world to him. He ignored the feelings of sadness that hit him like a ton of bricks, and went to stand up on the light brown carpet. He braced himself for the soreness, and stood up straight, then he began walking toward the closet. He could hear movement from down stairs. Everyone else was already up.

Alex looked into his closet for some clothes to put on. Not funeral clothes, no, regular clothes. He couldn't go to the funeral of one of his best friends. Her body had been put on the first flight back to America, to be with her family. As much as Alex wanted to go the funeral, and to be there for her family, MI6 wouldn't allow it. They said it was too dangerous for Alex. They didn't want to risk losing their best asset.

He settled on some jeans and a t-shirt and began the long, painful journey downstairs. His body was severely bruised and cut due to the torture his enemies put him through. Scorpia is a friend of no man, and Alex had learned that the hard way.

Alex grunted as he walked down the stairs quickly. The stitches in his leg seemed strained, but he didn't say anything. As he walked into the kitchen, James Collins looked up at him. His harsh face seemed softer now, but Alex couldn't trust him just yet.

"Wolf" Alex said with an emotionless grunt.

"Cub" James bit back, as he sipped on the black coffee. He was reading the paper, and Alex ignored him. Instead he went to the refrigerator and took out the small carton of eggs, he then got a pan from the cupboard and sat it on the stove with a silent huff. He heard footsteps come in from the living room, and was surprised when they walked up to him.

"Cub," there was a pause. The voice seemed unsure, and uneasy, but it continued. "Alex, you really shouldn't be up while your leg is still healing. It could put a lot of pressure on the stitches. You don't want them coming out, because I'll just have to stitch you back up, and we don't have anything to numb it." Alex recognized the voice as the unit's medic, Snake, or Anthony Surrey. Alex ignored him, and continued to make his breakfast.

Anthony shook his head, but decided to back down. If the kid wanted to learn the hard way, then let him. When Alex was finished making his breakfast he sat down at the kitchen table, where all the other members of K-Unit were sitting. Ben Daniels and Conner Maddison came in while he was cooking. Alex went to the refrigerator and poured him a glass of orange juice, and then sat back down.

He tried to ignore K-Unit, but they sat and looked at him, each showing their emotions and thoughts on their faces. James held the look of annoyance. Ben and Anthony both held the looks of concern, for different reasons though, and Conner held the look of hunger.

"What?" Alex asked, not really in the mood to be surrounded by older men who were either about to start asking questions, or ordering demands.

The members of K-unit looked at each other, until James spoke up.

"MI6 called late last night. They said we have to leave" his voice was firm, and left no room for questions, but Alex asked anyway.

"Leave? And go where?" Alex bit back a laugh, his life had turned to hell. He took a bite of his eggs as he awaited the answer.

"A safe house. They think we might be in danger. Blunt made it clear that Scorpia might still be out to get you" Ben said with deep concern in his voice. Over the last few months he had grown closer to Ben. Ben had saved him, and for that Alex was grateful.

"Sounds about right for Scorpia. They just won't leave me alone" Alex said, and he felt the scar from the bullet above his heart throb in memory.

"We have to leave at 2. Blunt wants us out of here, and in the safe house at 6. It's supposed to be a ways off. He wanted us to tell you to pack only the essential items." Ben's voice was sad with pity for the young teenager.

"What about this house?" Alex asked with anger. This was his home, and he was not about to let Alan Blunt take it away from him.

"He said it would be fine. I'm sure they'll watch after it Cub" James spoke up. Alex glared down into his eggs, he doubted that MI6 would look after his house. They didn't care, and Alex knew that, K-Unit might not be so informed.

"What about school? Am I just supposed to fail?" Alex asked with a bitter tone in his voice.

"He wanted you to take your books. He said you'll be taking the year off, but maybe when this blows over you'll be able to go back. We can teach you some stuff if you'd like" Conner said, still eyeing the eggs on Alex's plate. At least they were trying to be nice, Alex thought sourly.

Though Alex wanted to scream and yell about the unfairness, and about the grief and horror that Alan Blunt and MI6 has brought to his life, he didn't. Instead he nodded, and swallowed his anger down with the last bit of his eggs. He walked out of the kitchen, leaving K-unit sitting at the table with blank looks on their faces.

He then walked back up the stairs. He felt the pain throb though his body, and he cursed. Today was not going to be easy. He walked to the closet at the end of the hall and took out the biggest duffle they owned. He then made his way back to his room, and he started packing.

As he sat the picture of him, Jack, and his uncle down into the duffle, he thought of the hatred he had for Alan Blunt. Alex wasn't sure how, but someday, somehow, that bastard was going to pay for everything he had done.

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