Okay well first, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed. This is my first story, so it meant a lot that you took the time to do that. Seriously, thank you. I believe that I private messaged everyone that did review, but tell me if I didn't. I was going to wait for 10 reviews before I posted another chapter, but because you lot are so great, I'll give you another. Just this one time. Once again, I do not own any recognizable material. Sorry if this story sucks. No offense, but this isn't really for the reader. This is for me. I just decided, 'hey if I'm writing it why not let people read it?' I know that I'm always looking for a good, new Alex Rider fanfiction to read; and I know I'm always wanting people to update the old ones.

Tell me if there is anything that you really want to see, or if you have any suggestions. I don't really have a plot planned out, I'm just kind of going with it. So...let's see where it goes. Thanks for reading!


Chapter 2: Messing it Up

"So you're going to scare the shit out of them," Emory began, "And you want me to help?" The trio was sitting, plotting, at the kitchen table. Emory had come soon after the boys had arrived back at the apartment. Tom texted her saying that they needed help with a 'mission'. Of course, she had gotten their as quickly as possible.

Sure, Emory was having fun being a 'normal' teenager, but she still missed the action. SAS soldiers had always annoyed her, too. They acted to high and mighty, so important. They were bloody soldiers, nothing more. Sure, they served their country and all. Sure, they were strong and brave. The question was, did they really know what they were doing? Or why they were doing it.

They were defending a county that had blackmailed a fourteen year old boy into working for them. Into risking his life for them, and because of that Alex was left with what he saw as nothing. Though he had still had Sabina, and he had still had Tom.

I have to say, I kind of agree with Emory here. It's hard to defend a country, because they always have secrets they're keeping from you. There will always be some sort of conspiracy some place or another, so what if your country is the one with the conspiracy? It's a scary though, but I guess sometimes you just have to have trust in your nation. Trust that they will do the right thing.

Using Alex may have been wrong, but it was the right choice. Just think of how many times he saved millions, billions, of lives. Still, is it worth sacrificing the life of one to save the lives of many? Do we even deserve to make that decision? Having so much power can be scary and confusing, you're bound to make mistakes. That doesn't make them okay though. That's not an excuse. It's still completely and utterly wrong.

"Yep. We're going to make them wet their pants," Tom replied, a wide grin of his face.

"Can I use my gun?" Emory asked, hopefully.

"No," Alex replied quickly, "No weapons."

"Fine Mr. I-Have-A-Stick-Up-My-Arse," She huffed, "We really need to get you a girlfriend."

"I have a girlfriend!" Alex protested, "Her name is Sabina, remember?"

"But she's all the way in America," Emory whined, "And you're really annoying when you're all lonely." It was true. Alex turned a little…sour when he was around Emory and Tom. He was jealous about the fact that Tom got to see his girlfriend, the one who should probably be in jail, every day but his was stuck an ocean away.

"I say we just fly her out here," Tom suggested.

"No, she has her studies still. She can't just miss a ton of school," Alex sighed, "Can we just get back to the topic? Please?"

"Fine," Tom agreed, "So, I say that we get a bunch of pale, powdery make-up to put on you. You have to look like a ghost."

"White powdery make-up? I'll look like a clown!" Alex pointed out.

"I have a friend who works with stage makeup. She mostly does fake blood and what not, but he can definitely make you look dead," Emory offered.

"Perfect," Tom smiled, time for more planning.

The first thing they did was create a fake newspaper with a small, simple article. The death of one Parker Luca. Alex's face sat in the spot of the picture. It said that the boy died in a school shooting. It was dated the next day. They would simply switch the papers, and the men would believe that 'Cub' had died. That's when the haunting would begin.

Emory's friend had been called and plans had been made. Props had been bought; Alex had been kept hidden from their new neighbors across the hall. They weren't going to screw this up. At least…they hadn't been planning on screwing it up.

That's when a surprise guest decided to show up. He had just gotten back from Japan and decided to visit some old friends. Of course, K-Unit had been out of their apartment at the time, but he hadn't known. He knocked on a neighbor's door and guess who answered.

His blonde hair had been a dead giveaway. The second he saw it he knew who it was. It couldn't be anyone else. The eyes…the pain filled eyes. Something he had never been able to get rid of. Though, now he didn't really want to. They intimidated people; let them know he wasn't one to be messed with.

That's the one thing that never escaped Alex. The pain, the misery. He couldn't, and wouldn't get rid of it. It wasn't a punishment to him, it was a memory. A memory of Jack, she deserved to be remembered. She would be remembered. He would make sure of that.

"Alex?" The man at the door managed to choke out the simple, four letter, two syllable word.

"Hey Ben," Alex sighed. Oh shit.


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