Chapter 1:Capture

Alex was bored out of his mind. He had finally managed to catch up on his school and had the rest of the summer off. A whole month free was certainly an amusingly debatable idea. MI6 had not called on him for the last several months and so far no one had tried take a poke at him.

Yet!

After his last little romp with Scorpia and Snakehead he was vaguely surprised that they hadn't tried anything; not even so much as a threat had been delivered. With their major leaders getting a thorough education in the art of worm chow evolution, activity from these two factions, Alan Blunt informed him, had been cut back drastically.

He should be proud of his success but he wasn't. His whole world was upside-down. He had thought finding out the truth about his parents would help ease some of the weight that had been sitting on his mind since discovering his family's connections with MI6, especially after being misinformed that his dad worked for Scorpia; instead he felt even worse. On the one hand he was glad to know that his father had never truly belonged to Scorpia, on the other a part of him was disgusted with what MI6 had turned Ash into.

He couldn't believe that anyone could have actually told one of his own operatives to their face, after they risking their life for their country and working their butt off in an attempt to please him, that they were second rate and then dump them. But then there were a lot of things he could believe Alan Blunt capable of and it never failed to leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

Thankfully MI6, it seemed, had decided to let him have some time to himself, he wasn't sure how he would have reacted to being sent on another mission so soon after what happened in Australia.

So now he was sitting in his living room flicking channels in hope of finding some way to wile away his time.

Unbelievable as it sounded, especially to himself, he was actually wishing that MI6 would call, just something to break the monotony of his current situation. And although he would never admit to it, getting chased by bad guys didn't sound like such a bad idea at this point.

Finally exhausting the choice of channels he turned the machine off and looked at the clock.

12:17.

"Jack." he called into the kitchen where she was doing god-knew-what with some fish, probably lunch. "I'm going out for a walk."

"OK," she stuck her head into the hall as he was pulling on his trainers. "Try not to get into any trouble."

Alex smirked, oh yeah like that was gonna happen.

Outside he had no idea where to go so just went where his feet took him. Soon he was in the park a few blocks from his house.

It was quiet for a Sunday afternoon, the only people he could see were a pair of old men playing chess and a couple throwing sticks for their dog to chase, even the playground was strangely empty of children. Alex mentally kicked himself for being paranoid, he had survived so many attempts on his life he was jumping at anything he thought odd even when there was a perfectly rational explanation. It was barely past midday which meant most people were probably still taking advantage of the relief their air cons provided from the heat.

Berating himself for forgetting MI6's threat to Scorpia of what would happen if they tried anything; he headed for a cluster of trees that provided a relative amount of shade where he hoped he could practice his karate uninterrupted.

Standing in the center of the small clearing, he slowly began working his way through the first moves of the routine when he was interrupted by a shout.

Immediately recoiling into a defensive stance, but seeing no one near him or the clearing, he quickly looked around for the source of the noise.

At the table where the men had been playing chess one of the men was hunched up over the table while the second leaned over him yelling for help. Breaking into a run he reached the men at the same time as the couple with the dog did.

"What's wrong?" The woman asked the now frantic man.

"I think he's having a heart attack!" the man was starting to panic as his friend continued wheezing and grasping at his chest.

The younger man pulled out his phone to call for an ambulance while Alex carefully approached the man whose gasps were coming more frequently, he had had some medical training and wanted to see if there was anything he could to do help keep the man calm so as not to aggravate his condition any further.

"It's alright sir," he said in what he hoped was a soothing voice. "Help is coming; you're going to be alright."

Alex instinctively jumped back in surprise when the man jerked around to face him; unfortunately he just wasn't fast enough to avoid the stun gun that was now held in the hand that the man had so recently been clutching at his chest with.

Alex didn't even have time to scream as a hundred volts of electricity slammed through his lithe frame. He gave a single involuntary shudder as darkness claimed his senses. Unconsciousness already had a firm grip on him before he hit the sidewalk.

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