Hellooooo fellow readers and writers! It's me! RainbowMango! I know some of you are wondering 'What is she doing? Doesn't she already have an AR/Numb3rs crossover going?'I am going to answer those questions. Firstly, I do have another story. It is being discontinued, and this one shall replace it. I will put an author's note on Alex Rider and the FBI alerting those readers who are subscribed to it, alerting them of this, but that'll only be up for a week or two.
Now, I am in yr 12 and have moved. I won't be updating as often as anyone would like, due to it. Sorry, it truly is unavoidable.

One last thing, thanks to my beta, LiveLaughLoveFP

On with the story, and I have no claim what so ever to the characters of Numb3rs and Alex Rider...

"BLEEP BLEEP" Woke the inhabitant of a middle class hotel room. The man snatched his phone off the table and flipped it open. The phone was a cheap 'burn' phone brought from a vendor on a street corner of Los Angeles. The text message blurred and burned his eyes before becoming legible.

"Meet htspt now somethings cum up"

The text came from a blocked number, but the man knew who it was instantly. Only one person had this number. And the fact that this person was sending a message at 5 am in the freaking morning and asking to meet up spoke volumes about what's "cum up". He deleted the message before snapping the phone shut, thankful that he hadn't bothered to change. He grabbed his coat, slipped his gun into the shoulder holster and checked that his ID was in his pocket, before stepping out into the warm Los Angeles night.

Unbeknownst to the hotel occupant, he was being watched by the sender of the text. The text that he has assumed is safe. The text that will lead to his death.

The man ambles down the almost deserted street to a 24 hour Starbucks. He seems like every other insomniac there, all three of them, but if you look closely; he seems more alert and tense than everyone else. A few minutes after the man sat down, another person entered the chain coffee shop. This person was average height and had a hoodie on, concealing his face. This attracted the man from the hotel's attention, and before anyone could react, hoodie person whipped out a pistol equipped with a silencer and fired three shots. The first bullet found the man from the hotel, the second hit a dozing guy in a couch, and the third bullet entered the head of the Starbucks barista.

Hoodie person smirked, and left a figurine of a sliver scorpion at the table with the man from the hotel. It matched the one tattooed on his trigger finger.

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TeamWorkz Corp specialised in team building inside the office. They were an exclusive company, and held sessions twice a day, five days a week. Today, they had two groups from the DA's office. One in the morning, one in the afternoon. Today, however, there would only be a morning session.

At 10:30 am, a late arrival entered the building. She was pretty, in an average way. She was also wearing a large overcoat despite the beautiful summer day. She chatted with the receptionist before heading off to join the DA's group. The late arrival was instantly forgotten by the receptionist.

The late arrival quietly entered the room, attracting no attention from the occupants, and she scanned the room. The late arrival sighted a woman with red hair and then pulled a pistol out from the folds of her overcoat. She aimed at the red head, and fired. The late arrival continued firing at random people until there was only one bullet left, and amongst the screaming and yelling, she shot herself. As she fell to the ground, a silver scorpion figurine fell from her free hand, matching the silver scorpion tattoo on her trigger finger.

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A person in a hoodie walked through the halls of CalSci. He had already been to Starbucks earlier, and he knew that his partner was at TeamWorkz Corp at this very moment. He was looking for a room where the Yr 11 students from Levenworth High School were occupying. He had no clue why the bosses wanted them to attack a coffee shop, a group of high school brats and an office group. He did just what he was told.

The halls were sparsely occupied. Most students were outside soaking up the sun or in lectures. The man in the hoodie was following the sound of an excited voice lecturing about mathematics, and before too long, he arrived at a door way filled with a bunch of drowsy high schoolers and a young, energetic professor. He scanned the room and pulled out his silenced pistol and walked into the large lecture room. He started firing randomly at the crowd of school kids, sending them running and screaming.

He pulled out a silver scorpion figurine, identical to the one he left at Starbucks earlier that morning and the one on his trigger finger. He raised the gun and shot himself.

Hope you enjoyed this newer version, review, and look out for the next instalment ;)