I have no idea why, but I'm writing a fan-fic about Alex Rider. I'm not sure what inspired me to do so, but, hey, it's worth a try. Oh and this is NOT in his POV. Nope, I'm trying something different. Ummm…Alex is sixteen in this fic, too, okie-day? Also, this story starts out a bit weird, so bare with me…okay? Thanks. Read and review please!!!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of Anthony Horowitz's stuff. I do, however, own Catherine Dates/Cat…Oh, and the bad guys. I DO own the bad guys.

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Alex cursed the very name of MI-6 and Alan Blunt. He never blamed Mrs. Jones though. She always was the voice of reason, even if Mr. Blunt didn't listen. Alex cringed inwardly at that horrid man's name. That man was one of the reason's he was in this whole bloody situation! Alex pondered his current state, handcuffed to an airplane chair (Huh, like THAT hadn't happened before) and being transported to his death. Ironic how many times he had barely escaped death. Most agents would have already died.

Alex smiled at the thought. Really and truly, part of him was actually proud that he had made it this far, but the joy soon left him as he heard the all to familiar cock of a pistol. He raised his head from the plane's blue seats and looked up into the eyes of a scarred man. His name was Skinner.

"What are you smirking at, kid?" he growled.

"Oh, are we still a bit sour about that knife I stuck in your leg?" Alex smiled. It was true. Alex, in his attempt to escape (which, obviously he failed) had stabbed the German man's leg with his own knife. A harsh smack across the face melted the boy's smirk.

"I would kill you right now, but I have to wait." he said. A creepy smile cracked his lips as he reclined back in his seat. "They don't call me 'Skinner' for no reason."

Alex's heart began to pound furiously in his chest, threatening to make him explode. That thought repulsed him, but, to Skinner's displeasure, Alex kept his face stern and emotionless. Skinner growled at this.

"Oh, don't let the kid get to you, Skinner. I mean, he's only sixteen." said another boy about Alex's age. The teen spy whipped his head around and glared at the brunette Brit. "Don't look at me like that, Al. I was only doing my job…just like you." he added.

Alex didn't deter his gaze. It was true what Judas, the other boy, had said. They had both been doing their jobs. You see, it was Alex's mission to get in close with a man's son. But not just any man's son. No…couldn't be THAT easy. He had to get in good with a man named Crais Delves. He was an Englishmen who had betrayed his country. The MI-6 had sent Alex in because they thought that Crais was plotting to kill the Prime Minister of England. Alex had confirmed this to be true, but he had also discovered more than just that. Not only did Crais want to assassinate the Prime Minister, but he was also selling guns to several terrorists organizations including Scorpia and was running a huge drug ring around the world.

When Alex had figured this all out, he had confessed to Judas about his father and Alex's true identity. Of course, he hadn't learned until a few days after that Judas was actually a paid actor and was only playing at being the mad man's son. Crais had set the whole thing up to get Alex out in the open. He wanted Alex to find him and try to stop him.

"You're a little traitor!" spat out Alex. Judas just smiled and shrugged.

"I'd sell my soul for the right price." came the spoiled brat's answer. I rolled my eyes.

"You're a real piece of work, aren't you? I've never seen that much greed in a teenager." Alex said disapprovingly.

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

"Ha! I'm not the bloody idiot who's going to be surprised." Alex retorted nestling back on his chair. He smirked as he saw Skinner look at him in confusion. He motioned to the other guards to come close. He knew Alex was going to try something. He heard several guns cock.

"What's that you say?" came the inquisitive Judas. He was listening intently.

"Don't try to pull anything, boy." Skinner growled pressing a gun to the spy's neck.

"I'm not the one trying to pull anything here. It's you guys." he said closing his eyes.

"W-what do you mean?" the young boy shuddered.

"I mean," Alex paused and looked around at his captors. This should be fun. He looked at Skinner and winked. He bared his teeth. "you won't be walking away with any money." I snickered.

"What?!"

"Shut that bloody kid UP!" yelled Skinner. Alex heard feet pattering around behind him.

"They're going to k-" Alex was cut short by a palm covering his mouth.

"Get that bloody thing over here!" yelled Skinner. Alex laughed a little to himself. A gag was fastened behind his neck and a gun was waved in front of his face in a threatening gesture, but it didn't bother Alex at all. His message was clear enough. He smiled and looked back over to the boy who had betrayed him. His face was pale. Really pale. Alex's plan had worked.

Phase one…complete…

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Okay! That was my first Alex Rider thing! WOO-HOOO! Okay, so tell me what you think…aka REVIEW PLEASE! Ideas, compliments, and flames are welcome!!!!