Alright here's my third chapter, i hope its better then the last one, my next chapter should be up soon.

I don't own Alex Rider

Alex knew that the owner of the café had witnessed everything that had just transpired. He had seen faces and heard names. Alex looked towards him before he left. The man looked frightened and was cowering behind the counter. He flinched when Alex looked at him as if afraid that he would be next on the list of dead men. Alex just gave him a sympathetic look before following Jack and her guards out. Along with getting Jack to safety, he needed some medical attention before he lost too much blood.

Tom looked closely at the three dead men. He couldn't touch them or examine them any closer. Forensics had to take a look at the crime scene first. Bullseye each time. He thought absentmindedly as he looked at the gaping holes between each man's eyes. He looked across the room where there was another blood splatter on the floor. Looks like the dead men got in a shot first. He turned towards where the owner of the café was being questioned. He tuned his ears into what they were saying.

"It all happened so quickly. The three men got up and pulled out their guns, then two men with really big guns stood up and another man with a smaller gun. They all seemed to be protecting this girl. At that point I hid behind the counter. I heard one shot, then three more." The man paused, as if shaken by the memory. "I heard the girl shout out a mans name, Alex I think it was. Then when the other people were leaving, I looked up. The man looked like he was bleedin pretty badly. He looked at me before leaving. He seemed almost sorry for me." He shuddered and gave a quick glance at the dead bodies, as if they would pop up and start shooting again.

Tom tried to play the scene in his head by what the man just said. The three men pointing their guns, one of them firing.

Alex.

The man on the other side firing back.

Alex.

The group leaving the café. The man looking back.

Top gasped. He had an image in his head of his dead friend looking back at him, maggots crawling all over his decaying skin. Every time someone mentioned the name Alex, for one reason or another, it would take time for Tom to get him out of his mind. Alex had been his best mate when he was a kid, and it was because of him that he became a cop. He would always have a respect for the unknown hero. And one day he would make it a project for him to get boy known for what he was and what he did. Maybe he'd write a book.

Alex brought Jack to a safe house. She was brought to a room where a lot of her personal belongings were. Some agents of the RSS had gone to her apartment and grabbed everything she had on the case she was working on, so she could work in safety. A few doors down Alex was sleeping. He was ordered by the doctor to rest. After getting patched up he was given a shot of morphine so he didn't think he could do anything but rest.

Jack sat beside the sleeping boy. Man. She thought. Alex is no longer a little boy. She knew from his slight whimpers and she sheen of sweat covering his forehead that he was having a nightmare. Jack watched him with the kind of tenderness that you usually only find in mothers. She stroked his matted hair and smiled when he blearily woke up. For a moment he looked like an innocent boy who just needed the comfort of his mother.

"Was I dreaming?" he asked with a slight slur when he saw the concerned look on her face.

"Yeah, does that happen often?" Jack asked. Alex considered for a moment before answering. His reply sent shivers down her spine.

"Only when I kill."

"Sir?" Tom turned around to one of the rookies addressing him.

"Yes Stanton?" He asked with a hint of annoyance.

"We found another one of those business cards. It was under the table where the suspects were sitting-"

"Give me that." Tom grabbed the card and took a close look at it.

R.S.S

Ray's Sunshine Safety

The perfect sunscreen for you

R.S.S.

Tom read it over and over again. It was as if the card was trying to tell him something more then sunscreen. There were a lot of crime scenes that he had been to where there was an RSS card left behind. He doubted Ray liked to promote sunscreen at crime scenes.

"That was Jerry. He just confirmed it." Fernando, one of the men in Tom's department had a cell phone in his hand as he walked up to Tom. "Our three dead men were on New York's most wanted list. I don't know what Ray's Sunshine Safety is really all about, but they seem to keep doing us favors." Tom frowned in thought. Every time one of these cards were left behind, it seemed that more bad men were eliminated, or tied up as a little present for the police to find.

Of course the RSS wasn't actually stupid enough to set up their office where the Ray's Sunshine Safety store was. So when the R.S.S. was infiltrated by police, all they found were a lot of surprised salesmen and an offer for free sunscreen. There was, however, one little mistake on behalf of the RSS. One of the managers was actually an agent of the Rogue Secret Service. They needed at least one agent to direct certain people to their headquarters.

"Mr. Harbor, as a manager of Ray's Sunshine Safety department store, what is it exactly that you do." Fernando asked with sarcasm dripping off his words as he questioned the RSS agent in the interrogation room.

"What the hell do you think I do? I sell sunscreen." Jake Harbor replied with a sneer.

Tom watched this in the viewing room. He had enough. Storming into the interrogation room he pushed Fernando aside.

"What is the RSS?" He asked getting straight to the point. Whatever the RSS was, it was certainly professional, and not about to give up its secrets by beating around the bush. Suddenly a loud Brittany Spears song started playing. Jake flushed a little as he looked down at his cell phone. He typed a short messege before turning his attention back to Tom.

"Sorry about that. That was my boss." Tom resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"And your boss. What's his name."

"That's for me to know, and you not to find out." Jake smirked. Tom had to do everything to not punch him in the face.

"But what I can tell you, now that I have received the go ahead by my boss, is that the RSS is not just a department store that sells sunscreen. We are the Rogue Secret Service. Kind of like the CIA, but better." Tom took a brief moment to let this sink in. he wasn't all that surprised. It kind of made sense.

"Alright, good. You're cooperating with us. Now where is the location of the RSS?" he continued

"Classified."

"Where is your boss right now?"

"Classified."

"Who is in charge of the RSS?"

"Classified." The Brittany Spears song started playing again, and as Jake pulled the phone out of his pocket, Tom reached over and swiped it from his hand

"Hey!" Jake stood up.

Tom read the text out loud. "Alright when they release you go to the department store don't come to the warehouse we moved our location to the abandoned house behind Wal-Mart." He looked up at Jake with a smirk. "We'll be keeping this for a while."