I fixed this chapter! Yay! Now we get more of MI6's side of things, because honestly that last one was horrible. It was pointed out to me in a review that MI6 wouldn't have left Alex stranded in America for a year, so I made it four months and gave a sort-of good-ish reason for the lapse. Even MI6 is failable sometimes. Anyway, NEW CHAPTER WITH BETTER WRITING! YAY! Also I feel really epic 'cause I'm in such a writing mood that I just feel really good. I dunno.

OH! If any of y'all are bored, look up the song Humming Bird by Alex Clare. I LOVE IT.

Chapter Three

It had been months. Four of them, to be exact. I had had pretty much all I could take of this place in the first one. This was worse than anything I had experienced before.

It was worse than Brecon Beacons. It was worse than any of my missions. It was worse than my old school, where the stupid teenagers all believed I was a druggie. At least at Brooklands I had a friend- Tom.

Here I was all alone. Of course, there were the bird-kids, who were friendly to me when we were put in the same room, but we didn't see each other often.

Rothman Jr. had decided that the best thing for him to do was make my life as horrible as possible. I was put in solitary confinement every night, left alone, caged, in the dark. I was rarely fed, and when I was, the food was barely fit for day every day, I was experimented on by the evil white coats, who's sadism knew no bounds.

I learned fast that resistance was futile, that escape was impossible. Hope deserted me- it was all I could do to continue living.

But live I did- despite the fact that I could now feasibly be classified as a mutant freak, if there was one thing I was good at, it was living through hard situations.

Mrs. Jones let out a sigh as she sat down at her desk, letting herself relax, if only for a second. Finally, finally, that debacle in China was over! The whole thing had been one huge political nightmare, and it d taken the combined best efforts of Britain's finest minds to prevent World War III. Mrs. Jones hadn't thought about much else in months.

She began sorting through all of the paperwork that had piled up while she had been busy saving the world.

She had signed off a few missions, authorized several drastic actions, and advised exactly six bigwig politicians before her eyes fell onto a report filed by Smithers himself.

Apparently, Alex had missed all of his pre scheduled check-ins and Smithers was worried. The report's date was yesterday, and underneath it was a stack of very similar reports dating back to right after the China Debacle had sucked all of her attention. Each consecutive report increased in urgency until the last one, which was pretty much a politely worded 'If you don't figure out what's happening soon, I quit.'

What Mrs. Jones uttered next was so out-of-character, the only possible explaination was the fact that she hadn't slept properly in a week.

"Sh*t."

Mrs. Jones hauled her weary self out of her office and into Mr. Blunt's, dutifully toting Mr. Smither's concerned reports as evidence to prove that they really ought to do something about the situation. Mr. Smithers was an integral part of MI6 that they could not afford to lose.

Mrs. Jones stood outside the bland door that hid her superior from view, knocking three times as per usual.

"Enter," Mr. Blunt called, voice emotionless.

Mrs. Jones entered and spread out the reports on Mr. Blunt's desk so that he could properly see the muck they had gotten themselves into.

Honestly, they had no right to forget about Mr. Rider, after everything he had done for them. Mrs. Jones recalled why exactly they were investigating Itex and shuddered at the thought of what the blonde boy may have gone through.

As Mr. Blunt surveyed the papers in front of him, his face actually formed an emotion- that of displeasure.

Obviously he was not pleased with the situation either. But he showed more restraint than Mrs. Jones had previously. Displaying emotion was as far as he went in expressing his displeasure.

"What do you propose we do?" Mr. Blunt inquired of his underling.

"I think that we should go in after him. The fact that there has been no contact says that something is going on. We need to get him out of there- if he is even still alive."

Mr. Blunt nodded. "I will let you organize the raid, and I will finish up with that mess in China."

Mrs. Jones nodded, relieved to be off the China thing, but not exactly happy about her new job. Organizing an extraction on American soil would be difficult, especially because the Americans didn't know that they had sent in Mr. Rider in the first place.

If she were any less Deputy Head of MI6, she would have sighed.

But she didn't.

Ok so review and tell me if you like the changes that I made.

~Pseu