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Alex took a deep. He didn't want to be here, but for Jack he was willing to do anything.

He was in the middle of a horrible bank that ruined his life with one phone call.

let's go inside! Alex thought with morbid cheer. He then felt a chill as he remembered how he had been shot right in the very spot he was standing. How scared and at peace he had felt and the only way he could describe the experience was dying.

Alex shook his head, he didn't want to remember that at the moment. There he was again; only thinking about him self. Well, not this time. This time it was about Jack.

He pushed open the doors after he chained his bike up.

A blast of air conditioner hit Alex in the face. He walked up to the receptionist that sat behind a large desk. It was a Middle Ages women who was reading a book, he was constantly pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She took no notice to Alex as he came in.

"Um." Alex said, not used to being ignored. "Excuse me?"

The receptionist sighed and glanced at Alex. "What do you want, young man?"

She must be new. Alex deducted. "I have an appointment here."

The women scowled, like she didn't believe him. "And who is your appointment with?"

"Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones."

The me omen straightened and turned pale, her eyes darted back and forth.

yup, Alex thought, definitely new.

"No one works here by the name of Blunt or Jones." This lady was a terrible lier.

Tired of playing this game, Alex spoke up. "I'm Alex Rider."

The woman looked like the name didn't mean anything to her. "So?"

alex stared, he assumed everyone here knew ho he was. "You know, the teenage spy? I need to come in."

Now the receptionist looked happy. "We don't use teenage spies."

Mistake number 1. "But you admit that you deal with spies."

The woman paled to a light shade of green. Her hand flew to her phone where her finger landed in a small red button. Lights flashed and about six men came into the room, all dressed in black and carrying guns.

"Get him out of here!" The woman screamed.

Mistake number 2. She had just given away that he wasn't to be killed, just kicked out. Alex smiled knowingly. They had no clue what they were dealing with.

One man charged, arms out stretched and smiling evilly. Alex stepped to the side at the last second and brought his hand down on the back of the man's neck. He went down and Alex pretended to yawn.

Everyone stood there dumb struck at this kid they thought would be an easy take down. Alex flashed a cocky smile, trying to make them mad was his plan.

Two men ran at him as once while two more made their way around Alex to attack him from behind. Seeing what they were up to, Alex ran at one man in front of him, jumped up and glanced a kick to the chest. He then pushed off the stunned guard and kicked the other's gun away. Bullets then began to fly and Alex was forced to swerve in mid air to insure he wouldn't get shot. He landed between the two that were behind him, right in the middle of the shooting duo.

They both turned and shot but Alex just moved so the bullets embedded themselves in the guard opposite the shooter.

Alex smiled as they both went down and he straightened. The woman read gone, she probably left as soon as the shooting began. Then Alex felt a sharp pain in his back. A burning feeling seemed to flow into him, traveling through his veins. He twisted in panic, squirming like a worm caught on a fish hook.

Turning around, Alex gazed into angry blue eyes. It was the last guard, he had stayed behind while the others fought.

There was an empty syringe in his hand.

As the puzzle pieces began to fall into place, Alex unexpectedly found himself lying on the floor. He could see black boots in front of him and the guard must've had big feet because all Alex could see was blackness.

At that exact moment Ben Daniels walked through the bank doors, causally drinking a smoothie. He did a beautiful spit take when he realized what he came across.

A large guard was holding Alex Rider, bridal style, and was about to walk out the back.

"Um." Ben said, wiping bits of strawberry from his face. "Are you kidnapping him?"

Not the smartest thing to say but hey, he was surrpised.

As is one cue, Alex suddenly shot his leg up. His toes kicked the man right in the temple, causing the guard to fall down right on top of the teenage spy.

Ben rushed over."Alex?! You're awake."

Blonde hair poked out from under an armpit. Alex gasped for air and smiled shakily up at that SAS man. "Not until a moment ago. I think the needle broke in half and only a little got into my system. Pretty lucky, huh? Only problem now is that I'm stuck unearth a fat guard."

Ben froze for a second and was about to respond when the doors that lead deeper into the bank opened. In walked Mrs. Jones, Mr. Blunt and the panicky receptionist.

the woman pointed a boney finger at the trapped boy. "That's him!" She cried in a shrill voice. "That's the intruder!"

Mrs. Jones' eyes widened a fraction as she pulled out a peppermint. "And did this 'intruder' mention his name?"

The receptionist nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes! I think is was Allen Rember?"

Alex looked down at the ground, mouthing the name 'Allen Rember' in confusion.

Blunt closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "When did we hire you?"

"About a week ago." The woman answered, perplexed. "why?"

Allen Blunt smiled the creepiest and faintest smile in the history of smiles. "It was a good week. Goodbye."

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"You owe me big time." Alex exclaimed in his chair in front of Blunt's desk. "I can't even walk into the God forsaken place without someone shooting at me!"

Ben smirked a little from his place next to the angered boy.

"And you!" Fox then jumped when he found the teenager's angry brown eyes on him. "Couldn't you have skipped the smoothie and come to the bank earlier?!"

Ben tried to shrug it off but those brown eyes unnerved him. "better late than never?"

Alex huffed. "In this stupid business 'late' could mean never!"

"Alex." Jones said calmly.

"What?!"

"Calm down."

Taken aback a little, Alex conceded, leaning back in his chair muttering about "Stupid spies." and "No good serves in this 'choice word here' bank."

"Anyway." Ben coaxed.

"Right," Jones gestured to the drop down screen behind her. Alex leaned forward, his anger replaced by curiosity.

"As I bet you probably know, you are to be headed out in investigate a high school in America. Linean Chrest High School in Linean Chrest, Texas."

Great, Alex though, The heat and trouble, two things I hate.

"mr. Daniels here is going to be Mr. Swint, a history teacher."

"Are you kidding me?" Ben asked, "I don't know anything about American history!"

Blunt sent his cold eyes over the SAS. "They're studying the Revolutionary War, hopefully you've heard of that?"

Ben sulked in his chair. "Yeah, but not from the American point of view." He muttered.

Alex couldn't help but chuckle at his friend.

"And you, Alex" Jones continued. "Will become Alex Walker, freshmen-"

"What?" Alex asked, confused. "fresh meat?"

"No." Jones answered coldly, irritated by the interruptions. "Freshmen. Please play attention."

Alex swallowed. He already had a cold fear sitting in the pit of his stomach. The boogeyman must get a kick out of spies….

"Your information will be there for you to read-it will look like a book though- on the plane." Then Jones blinked in a way that could've been mistaken for mischief. "We are only sending you two because the CIA believe a wide chain of drugs are being masterminded at this school. They have no way to find that out though, so they want someone young to investigate. But we told them that we would only send Alex if another one of our agents went with him for protection.

"The criminal is thought to be in the marching band and that is why we have decided to make Alex join in-"

"What?" Alex yelled again. "I-surprisingly enough-can't play an instrument!"

Blunt then took over. "We are well aware of that. But you do have good hand-eye coronation and so we placed you in with a certain group in band."

Alex felt even more uneasy now. "What…?"

"Color guard."

The blonde smiled a wobbly smile. "Great. I've never even heard about that."

"They are part of the band." Ben said, fighting laughter. "They don't play instruments though, they toss 6'0 foot flags, wooden riffles, sabers, ext."

Alex turned at the giggling man beside him. "How do you know so much about color guards?"

Ben shrugged, biting his lower lip. "I like football, I've seen bands preform at half time."

Now Alex scowled. "What's so funny?"

Ben all in out laughed now. He was running out of air to talk with.

"Color-" He wheezed. "Color guards are mainly groups who prance around with shiny silky flags, wearing some shiny outfit that totally stands out from the rest of the band!"

Alex knew there was more to it than that. "And?"

Ben turned to the boy next to him, his face red and giggling like a maniac. "They're mostly just a girl thing!"

Alex sat very still for a moment and then said slowly. "So…it's like I'm becoming a cheerleader?"

Ben howled, clutching his stomach. "Stop it, I'm gonna pee!"

Blunt leaned over and whispered in Mrs. Jones' ear. "Are you sure this is 'Fox' and not 'Eagle?'"

Jones nodded. "Yes, I'm sure."

The two heads of MI6 then turned to see the SAS solder still smiling and laughing in his chair, arguing with the teenager next to him.

"that's so girly!"

"Ben, stop it, this is not funny."

"hahahhhaha."

"Ben, cut it out!"

"I can't-your face!"

Alex sighed in exasperation. He rubbed the balls of his hands into his eyes like he felt a headache coming on. "You're picturing me with make-up, aren't you?"

"Hahahahahah-uh huh-heheheheheh HAHAAHAHA!"

Mrs. Jones' confidence wavered. "Or I can go look…"

She walked out of the room, leaving Blunt behind with a cool expression.

"They don't make the guys wear make-up, do they?"

"Hahaha, does it look like I would know? I'm not the one whose joining!"

"That's it!"

Alex stood up and tackled than man next to him. The pair rolled on the found for a while but Alex was soon over powered, he was still tired from his old fight. Ben had him pinned to the fancy carpet and tickled the younger man mericlessly.

Now they were both howling with laughter.

I trust hess people to protect my country? Blunt though, staring silently at his two agents. He then stood up and walked out the door. "mrs. Jones, do you need help with those papers?"

I was smiling like an idiot while I wrote this. And yes I just mentioned Pitch, I couldn't help it!

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