Author's Note: I made a mistake in the last two chapters, Alex Rider DOES NOT live in Las Angeles. Instead, he lives in San Francisco. Like I said Earlier, I DO NOT own Alex Rider, nor the novels that are associated with the fiction character. However, I do own this fanfiction story and the thought processes and the time it takes to write this story.
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Alex Rider: Operation: The Tribal Regimen: Chapter Three
Location: Tubingen, Germany (add two dots over the letter u); A city that is located Southwest of Stuttgart, Germany. Time: 21:00:00 (or 9 O'clock Pm; Germany)
"Good evening Gentlemen and ladies," A silhouetted man stated quietly in the dim lighting of the conference room. The only light that seemed to shine was the illuminated table top that glowed dimly and the presentation slideshow that was behind the man. Around the long, ovicular table sat four other men and two women. "Behind me is the monthly report generated by our fellow members in the Tribal Regimen based on the supply and demand of children and teenagers around the globe." At that moment, the slideshow flicked to the next slide and showed a business graph with a large arrowing moving up and down; connecting various points among the line graph itself. On the graph, everyone who was at the meeting could see that the graph itself had dropped by 30 points. "As you can see here, the black market is in current need of kidnapped children. There is too much demand versus supply and our income is dropping as a result. I say that we focus our sights on the city of Las Angeles, Calfornia, United States. There are a lot of children living there and it will be easy to remove some kids without raising too much attention. There is much profit to be made in this city. Not to mention transportation would be effortless as well. Is there any discussion?"\
"I have a question," A gruff, South African voice responded as its sound reverberated around the room. "Why not focus our sights on the city of London? It's much more populated than Las Angeles."
"Because," the silhouetted man replied. "We do not want to take the chance of kidnapping someone of extreme importance. We're still a new criminal organization. What makes us stand out is the fact that we have remained under the radar for the past two years - so to speak. By kidnapping someone of importance, we could expose ourselves too early, causing a potential downfall. That was one of Scorpia's mistakes. The longer we remain hidden, the better we can inflict future damage on the world. Plus, I personally do not want to cross paths with a famous teenage spy. My sources still say that he still lives in London and calls himself 'Alex Rider'. Ironically, he lives in the same city that you mentioned."
The room remained silent. No one dared to interupt their leader and Founder of the Tribal Regimen. The four men and the two women all knew that he was right. Their organization had been formed in 2010. They were already responsible for multiple assassinations - all of which turned into cold cases due to a lack of evidence. Not to mention countless bombings accross the middle east (the Tribal Regimen made each bombing look like Al Queada was involved in it when they never were), multiple kidnappings and importation of millions of immigrants to various countries like the United States, Great Britian, Australia, among others!
"Well then," A young female replied. "We still face that threat if we begin a new kidnapping cell in Las Angeles. There is just too many influential families that have children living there. I say we focus our sights on the city of San Francisco, Calfornia, United States. A lot more children live there and much of them are not famous at all." Again, the room was silent. Everyone knew that the young female had made VERY good points in her retort. What amazed the men even more was that she was only 18!
"Never considered that thought from the perspective that you brought up. San Francisco would be the best addition then to include to the list of cities where our kidnapping cells reside in.I say that we continue training new recruits who have already passed the TRBC training on the art of kidnapping and illegal child exportation. By the end of this week, I want eight empty warehouses bought and converted immediately. We start kidnapping in san francisco in three weeks." The silhouetted spoke once more. then, the meeting moved onto international security, and the board member's own personal security as the slideshow continued to flicker away. later, the meeting was adjourned. All five men and both women left one-by-one with a two minute pause in between each departure from the room. this was one of the many forms of security that the board members from the Tribal Regimen practiced.
When the last man left, he went straight to his car; stepping inside it carefully to avoid having his ankles slashed from a potential attacker. He started his car and pulled out of the parking lot in the large shopping plaza. It was 02:13:45 (or 2:13 am) in the morning. No one was shopping, but, as the man pulled out of his parking position, so did two other cars. All three cars drove towards the man's apartment.
It was a Yoo Berlin Luxury Apartment. The cars that followed him home were company cars and the driver and passenger in both cars were the mans' personal body guards. The man knew that he did not need the guards, it was just a precaution that he took on a daily basis. Six hours later, all three cars arrived in Berlin and parked in a nearby parking garage before heading straight to the man's apartment. Each man carried a suitcase that carried various ammounts of explosives as well as guns and knives in brief cases.
As the five people entered the front lobby, the board member and two of his guards went straight to the elevators that would take him to the top floor. The remaining two men took the stairs. Their job was to rush to the top of the stairs and give a thorough inspection of the apartment before the board member arrived. Thank god that the elevators were slower than the men themselves. The men who went up the stairs were dressed in business style clothing. They looked like lawyers who both had a rough night while discussing the latest laws that their office was able to help convince to be passed. The other two guards in the elevator was a man and a woman. Both acted like they were a couple, huddled around the woman's stomach (but still very close to their charge). Both the man and woman discussed the potential baby names while the woman rubbed her stomach. Of course, it was only just an act. The guards in the elevator knew that it was easy to carry explosives among other things in the briefcases at the apartment. Just another type of security measure that ensured that their boss would not get attacked by any person, or thing in his own home that might cause him to obtain bodily harm. When the couple recieved that all clear text, they would allow their charge to continue. The Tribal Regimen did not take any chances with anything that would ruin their up-and-comming status among the criminal world.
When the man entered his apartment, one guard followed him inside as well. The remaining three guards entered the apartment that was beside their charges to help continue their monitoring there. The lowly guard inside the boardmembers apartment took his station by the door. He six hour shift had just begun.
The man himself went straight to his bathroom to turn on his shower so he could have a hot shower. As he waited for the water to warm up, he went straight to his bedroom. The man walked stright to his bedside table and picked up a picture frame that laid on the table. The photo that was contained within the expensive frame showed a man and boy sitting side-by-side. The boy had an athletic build to him and had blond hair as well. The man smiled a sad smile. He had not seen the boy in years. Silently, the man begged to himself. Hoping that the boy in the picture was not the same boy who was mentioned earlier that night at the board meeting who lived in London. London was a large city, the man was glad he completed research a long time ago. He pulled up a list of names of everyone who lived in or around the city of London. When he searched for 'Alex Rider' four names popped up. With that thought, the man prayed to himself that his fellow collegues were talking about any of the other three Alex Riders. Then the man left his room, stripped in the bathroom and stepped into the hot water that was now giving off steam. It was now 8 in the morning.
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Half-way across the globe, Alex sat at his desk. In San Francisco, it was midnight and Alex was finishing his marine biology teacher assistant assignments for the next neek of classes, not to mention grading the daily quiz that the students in the marine biology class took earlier that day. When the grading was finished, alex took out a highlighter and read chapter 10, highlighting 70 parts of the chapter. These woule be the answers to the next chapter's reading logs. Alex's teacher was Mrs. Katz had told him to type up all the questions as well. This was tedious work and Alex hated every moment of it.
Once Alex was finished with that assignment, Alex began his Ap German assignments. He had to write a story (200 pages by the end of the year in german) in german about a topic of his choosing. Alex chose to write about one of his missions that he would call later on as 'Eagle Strike'. Alex wanted to take the easy way out and he chose this prompt. Alex knew that MI6 forbade him from writing any of his missions. And honestly, he didn't care anymore. Alex was still careful. He changed the names of all the people who were turned into characters and inserted fake scenes while deleting some real moments. Alex knew that MI6 couldn't do anything to him when they were more than 6 ahead of him! When Alex finished pages 112-115, he bagan his biology homework.
Alex's biology homework was completing cascades for chapters 35-42 for an upcomming test in his biology class. All alex did was just annotate each chapter and copied all the vocab terms down. This work was just as boring as the Marine Biology assignments themselves. Once alex finished annotating the third chapter (he completed the first two over the weekend), Alex dropped all the books onto the floor and went straight to bed. It was now one thirty in the morning (AN: This is where Ch. 2 is continued for alex. Hence, the same time) and he fell asleep the moment he touched the covers and slid beneath them into the warm bed.