AN: Uh... Wow. Thank you, everyone, for reviewing... But now that I've read them, I feel kinda bad... Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

And, I've posted Chapter 5, too! Please thank the 11 reviewers that looked at chapter 3! ;-D

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Wolf drew in a sharp breath when the bullet nicked his right wrist. His hand tensed and relaxed, slipping from Alex's grip.

"Cub!" Wolf cried. The boy was dangling out a window, and even if it was only two feet to the ground, he could twist an ankle or something.

Alex swung heavily to the right and fell. Landing on his side, Alex felt two skis from the SAS men beneath him. That would bruise.

The bullet graze was bleeding only a little, Alex and Wolf both noted. That was a good thing, but Wolf wasn't treating it at the moment. He needed to see what Alex was up to.

Another shot was fired from the helicopter, hitting Wolf's upper arm. Blood oozed from the wound, and Alex saw it. Wolf hissed in pain, but that went unseen by Alex.

Dr. Grief was a monster! He was trying to kill these men, Alex thought. And Alex, too! Alex felt his blood grow hot from anger. His tracking plan changed drastically.

Quickly, Alex snapped on the skis he landed on before. He skied over to the idling snowmobile. Alex crouched sideways on the seat, so that the skis stuck out from each side of the vehicle. The vehicle shot forward when Alex twisted the handle.

Wolf looked down. Though he'd never admit it, he was afraid of heights- but he could jump if he had a parachute. Now, he didn't have one, and the new bullet wound was paining him. Wolf made his way to the main entrance to see what Alex was up to, not wanting to jump through the window.

Alex held onto the snowmobile for dear life. He knew what he had to do, but could he do it?

The snowmobile shot through the wooden barriers at the top of the ski jump, going at least 70 miles an hour. Wind whipped through Alex's hair, and Alex looked up at the white sky. It was cloudy, he noted. It was a good thing- perhaps the guards at Point Blanc wouldn't see him mid-air. He turned the throttle to the max, going far over 100 miles per hour. He was nearing the bottom of the ski jump. The wind was deafening, and the speed was terrifying.

Wolf ran through the corridors of the building and emerged from the exit to see Alex on the ski jump. The gunfight behind him was thankfully ending, but now Alex looked suicidal. His white outfit showed up well against the black snowmobile. From this angle, Wolf could see that Alex was heading straight for the helicopter.

"Cub!" Wolf cried out, despite the fact that Alex had no chance of hearing him. Wolf couldn't believe that Alex would commit suicide in the time it took him to run through the entrance.

Alex went off the deep end. The roaring machine beneath him grew closer and closer to the helicopter as it gained air. Alex gazed into the eyes behind the rose-colored lenses as he approached. Dr. Grief's eyes widened in shock. The boy was going to kill himself, too! But Alex knew better; he narrowed his eyes in hate and anger, smirking sardonically.

Wolf watched in horror as the snowmobile and helicopter collided in midair. A large explosion caused the wreckage to fall straight to the ground. There was no sign of Alex.

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AN: Smile! Hope you like this story. Guess where Alex went!