Ok, this chapter is wicked long and I felt really crappy when I was typing it so some reviews would be nice:)Thanks a bunch to everyone who has already, you guys are great.
Disclaimer: It would be pretty nice if I owned Alex Rider but unfortunately Anthony Horowitz is still refusing to give me the rights:(
When Jack started to regain consciousness he felt as if someone had taken a hammer to his body in an attempt to break him into small pieces. He opened his eyes and a small groan escaped his lips. He began to sit up from where he was carelessly sprawled on the cement floor. He leaned against the wall and began to take in the view. It was not a pleasant one. He'd been stuffed into a room that was barely equaled his parents (mostly mom's) walk-in-closet in size. The walls were a filthy brown color they surely hadn't been originally. There was a small tin bucket in the corner from which such an awful stench was emanating Jacks eyes began to water. Then Jack spotted the water and stale bread by the door and scrambled towards it, ignoring his aching body's loud protests. Almost immediately after he finished eating the door to his cell opened, making him suspect he was being watched. A man entered the room, flanked by two others. He was extremely tall, about 6'4, with ash brown hair and a wide set mouth that was currently twisted into a cruel grin. "Well, well, how are you enjoying your stay Mr. Rider?" he asked patronizingly in a deep, booming voice. Jack swallowed his terror (and his sarcastic comment) and asked bluntly, "What do you want with me?" The man's cruel smile grew," Ah, I'll tell you when I have the desire to. But for now I'm going to introduce you to some old friends of your father's." He signaled at his two henchmen who gripped Jack by the arms and dragged him out the door. At this point jack was too confused and though he may not admit it, curious to even think of using any of the martial arts from the classes he'd begged his dad for. They reached a steel door, same as the others, opened it and chucked him into a cell slightly larger than his previous one. The main difference was that this cell was already occupied. Jack tripped as he was pushed and ended up with his face to the floor. Ouch, he muttered and rolled over. Then he heard a surprised exclamation of "Cub!"
Jack looked over at the announcement and examined his four cellmates. The man who yelled out was rather large and muscular and appeared to be in his early forties, as did the rest. He had a crop of short, sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to light up the room with mirth, though were now subdued due to the situation. The man next to him had a dark, oblong face surrounded by dark hair in the same cropped style. He slapped the blonde man upside the head," Eagle you idiot, that cant be Cub; hes like 11." Jack glared at him, affronted, "Im 13." A redheaded man on the other side of Eagle broke in calmly before anyone could retaliate, "You have to admit Wolf, he does look like him, but it's been along time, he'd be older now." The men looked appeased save for the last group member. He was a handsome man with hair almost dark enough to be black; his brown eyes were narrowed at Jack thoughtfully. "You're right Snake, Alex would be in his thirties by now. And I think he had brown eyes." The other men looked at him with varied degrees of shock on their face but didn't seem inclined to question him just yet. Jack just stared at them uncomprehendingly, "Well, when youre done deciding who I am..." he said slowly. The men's heads jerked towards him as though they'd forgotten he was there or had the ability to speak. The dark skinned man, Wolf, broke the silence, easily taking control. "Oh yeah well I'm Wolf, the blonde idiot is Eagle, redhead's Snake and that's Fox or Ben." He said pointing at the handsome man last. "Oh well I'm Jack." He said, unsure whether he should give his last name, especially since theyd all just given him the names of animals, except for Ben.
Ben was still giving Jack a piercing stare that was making him increasingly uncomfortable. "What's your last name?" he questioned. Jack hesitated before answering, "Rider, why?" Ben's eyes widened slightly in shock but he was the only one, every other person in the room was looking at him in confusion. "Rider. As in Alex Rider?" Jack looked at him, nonplussed. "Yeah he's my dad." This shock seemed too much for Ben too keep in, "Oh my fucking god!" Wolf stared at him, "Geez Ben, don't swear in front of the kid." He said gruffly, causing Jack to glare at him. Ben ignored him,"Wait, your dad's British, how come you have an American accent?" At this point Jack was far beyond lost, how long ago did these people know his dad? Did they really know him at all or was this a trick? If it was it seemed to working on the others as well as him, Ben seemed to be the only one lacking a bemused expression. "My mom's American." Jack said his tone as though asking a question. Taking in their expression Ben tore his gaze from Jack and addressed the other men, "I think that's Cub's son." In a second the men's faces switched from confusion to comprehension to shock and stayed there. Jack was the only one still trying to grasp the situation. "No freaking way!" Eagle yelled. Wolf shot him a glare as Ben spoke to Jack, "We're you dad's old unit." Far from clearing it up Jack was left with more questions, "Wait, so you guys are firefighters?" Wolf seemed to take this offensively for some reason, "No, were SAS, Britain's elite." He huffed. Eagle still looked excited, "Wait do you mean your dad's a firefighter?" At this pint Jack's brain was starting to pound against the inside of his skull, did or didn't these people know his father? "Yeah he was the youngest Fire Chief in California, ever."He said proudly.
At this point Eagle looked ready to burst with happiness, Ben was smiling and Snake's lips were twitching up at the corners, "So I guess coming to Brecon Beacons must have helped with that, his parents must have been proud." What? Jack thought, "Are you sure you know my dad? His parents died when he was one and he's never mentioned a Brecon Beacons." All the men looked surprised, though Wolf and Ben less. Ben mostly looked sad, "Who raised him?" Jack was starting to get fed up with the questions but answered anyway, "His uncle Ian and housekeeper Jack. Ian died when he was 14, Jack when he was 15. After that he moved to LA to live with his friend, my Aunt Sabina, and her family." He explained quickly. "Now, why don't you answer some of my questions?" All men continued to look shell shocked so Jack pressed his advantage, "Who are you? What are you doing here? How do you know my dad?" There was silence before Wolf responded, "Well, like I said, were all SAS, except for that git, he's government." He started, pointing at Ben. "We were supposed to investigate, well really just Ben's backup, but obviously that didn't work out too well." Jack snorted. "As for your dad, he trained with us for two weeks." His dad never mentioned that, "Why?" Wolf just shrugged, "You'd have to ask him." Before Jack could question further the door to the cell opened and two guards walked in, their faces devoid of any emotion.
"We're here for the boy." One said with a grunt. Before the others could protest to the point of violence he had grabbed Jack's arm and hauled him from the room. The door slammed shut with an ominous bang as Jack was marched through the hallway. He was roughly shoved into yet another room that was occupied by the same tall, cruel-looking man who'd visited Jack before. He was sitting at a table with many sharp, gleaming objects that Jack tried to avoid looking at. He seemed perfectly at ease and that unnerving smile was once again on his face. "Please sit, how nice of you to join me." Jack thought it best not to argue, yet, and sat. Though not without an audible mutter of "Like I had a choice, psycho." The man heard and his smile widened, "A chip of the old block I see. I wasnt expecting any different." By this point Jack was starting to get annoyed, what was with all the people knowing his dad? "Why dont you just tell me what the hell you want!" he snapped. "Someone's touchy." The man replied, looking at him calmly. He put his elbows on the table and leaned towards Jack over the sickening objects. Jack sat back instinctively. "What I really want is revenge and you just happen to be my way to get it." He said gazing sharply at Jack who swallowed but refused to look away. "Take him back to the cell," he barked at the guards who once again dragged him by the arms, making resistance futile.
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