-Chapter 2-
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-Chapter 2-
Alex slept on fitfully. The doctor arrived a few more times to check on Alex. He nodded and scribbled something in his notebook. Then, he left the room.
The doctor slid his hand onto the pad and when the computer read his hand prints, the doors slid open. He entered the room where hundreds of busy technitions sat at computers preparing for the launch. The doctor crossed to the far end of the room where he met another door. A camera scanned his eyes and slid open the glass doors. This time, it was a meeting room where 12 excecutive members of the A.D.R sat.
"Doctor!!" You are our very last member. The meeting will start once you have sat down."
The man who was speaking was known as Melvin Dorrengo. He was 5th on the most wanted list that was kept in Alan Blunt's desk. He had an eye patch and was filed for assault, robbery, mugging, homicide, and traitoring. The doctor took a seat next to a middle-aged woman who kept on patting her handbag.
"Meeting shall now start. Doc?"
"Well, I have checked on the patient. He is very healthy and is very fit. For an unknown reason, he is taking longer to wake up than our usual patients. We have downloaded all the information in his head. We are still printing his memories. Despite a slight IQ drop, his brain remains the same."
"Good. Very good. With Alex Rider's memories, we will finally be able to take over MI6. What's the status over there, Striker?"
"I checked out London. It seems that MI6 does not want to go public about losing an agent, however, from my sources, I have learned that MI6 is pulling together a team to track him down."
"Excellent. It should not be long before we are done with Alex Rider. Then, MI6 can have their precious little brat back. Now, everyone shall proceed to their station. Get him onto the Celebrity Infinite. The officials will never track a cruise in America for Alex. Doc, get me that boy's memories on paper and make it snappy."
When Alex finally stirred, he could feel the ground lurching before him. He stumbled a little and made his way to the door. The moment that he touched the doorknob, an alarm sounded. A squad of black clad men came screeching around the corner and banged open the door.
One held up a walkie talking.
"Captain, he's awake."
"Bring him to my room."
'You heard the captain. Bring the boy to the control room." The soldier waved a hand at the other men and they hauled Alex up like a toy.
They carried him up a flight of steps to the 10th floor. Alex looked down. He was on a cruise. The water sped past, like a green blanket being pulled upon. Alex shuddered. That explained his crazy feet. When the men finally reached a door, they knowcked and soon, it was answered by a man in a patch.
"Not a good sign," thought Alex, "Unless he's in a pirate disguise, which is unlikely since his clothes are modern. Shit. What have I gotten into."
