Sorry about the delay, but I just got my power back on after 7 days with no electricity, so this is my first chance to continue the story.

Chapter 1: Plan gone wrong

Alex Rider was in his room, packing. After so long of living a lie, it felt good to go home again and be able to be himself.

He and Ben Daniels had been undercover in Scorpia for three months, gathering information. Of course, snooping around gathering info does not always go unnoticed, which was why they were pulling out. Scorpia was suspicious that they had a spy in their midst and had started searching and upping security levels.

Luckily, Alex and Ben had gathered enough information and Mr. Blunt decided to be reasonable for once and allow them to pull out. Alex was sure he only said that because he had another mission in mind for the two of them.

Ever since that one mission with the Snakehead where he and Ben worked together, Blunt had seen what a great pair the two made, and had sent them on almost every other mission together for the past two years.

Alex surveyed everything that was sprawled across the twin bed and sighed. He really hated packing up. Nothing ever fit the way it did when you first packed. Alex wondered if Ben was having the same issue of not being able to fit everything in his room where he was also packing.

Alex sighed once again, and decided to try cramming. It always works, doesn't it?

'Nope', Alex told himself as he started pulling stuff out of his suitcase once more. 'Maybe if I actually fold the clothes, it will work better…..Nah.'

As he was debating what to do next, a knock resounded on his door.

As he opened it, he was careful to block the guard's view of his messy bed.

"Can I help you?" Alex inquired of the guard.

"Yes. Would you please come with me? Someone wants to have a chat with you. "

"Umm…Now?" Alex asked unsurely. He had been questioned many times by people trying to figure out who was spying, but he had always just gotten a text telling him where to be and when. They never sent an armed guard to collect him. Apprehension started creeping in.

"Yes. Now. Is that a problem?"

"No, but can I do something really quick?" Alex asked, desperate. On the off chance that he had been found out, or that this might take a while, he needed to be able to leave Ben a note telling explaining things. If he didn't, Ben would come to his room, see the empty room and unpacked bags, and assume the worst. 'Well, his assumptions might be right…NO! I mustn't think of that!'

"No. Sorry but vital information has surfaced about this spy, and all people in positions of power must attend this meeting. This spy is obviously bringing this organization down from the inside, and he will attack these people first. That is why you are not just being summoned by a text," the guard answered.

"Oh, ok," Alex replied, still apprehensive. Something was still wrong. Nevertheless, Alex stepped out of his room and closed the door, making sure to lock it behind him, before following the guard.

The guard, in turn, led him down a complicated series of corridors until stopping. Alex was sure there was something fishy with the events going on, and activated the distress signal on his watch-the one that went only to Ben.

The guard suddenly whipped around and plunged a needle into Alex's arm. As the strength went out of his legs and he collapsed, being caught by the guard, and as the world faded to black, Alex heard the guard say, "Stupid MI6 spy. Actually believed the lies I told him. Well, it won't be hard for them to break this spy. The info in your head is going to be the downfall of MI6. We just have to get it out…"