A/N: Woah, five reviews overnight! I feel so loved! Here is the story for you- this is one of my quickest updates!!!

2TheMaX: Don't worry- I'm not following the Bourne Identity thing- There will be a new twist in the plot very soon!

Josephine18: Thank you! Here is the story in it's continuation!

vampassassin: Updated! I can't believe I got so many reviews so fast!

AD: I know but the Amnesia will be a main part of the plot.

moonrabbit04: You don't have to wait another week seeming as five people reviewed within 24 hours!!! That's awesome!!!! I might need to change it to 8 soon... Best to take it kinda slow. Thank you for being the 5th reply- without you the others would have had to wait!

Disclaimer: You know the drill by now: Alex isn't mine 'n never will be!

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In front of Wolf a figure lay, unmoving. It was Cub, lying face-down in the grass, his blond hair matted with blood and dirt. There were flies buzzing around the form, and he heard the scuffling sound of animals fleeing. He shouted furiously for the men to come, then kneeled besides Alex. He picked up the wrist, hoping beyond hope that he would find a pulse there. He did, but one so faint that Cub couldn't be in good shape. Five SAS soldiers came running, and when they saw the body, one ran back to tell Alan Blunt. Wolf flipped Alex over with the help of two men

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Anson/ Alden weakly opened his to see five figures looming over him. The men were dressed in military fatigues, and one bent over him seemed to be the head of the group. Just the people to find me, he thought. They probably will get me for running away from home! But then a thought occurred to him: What if I am running away from home? It didn't really matter in this instance: the man on his knees had the first move. He did not have the expected reaction.

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Wolf stared at the boy- At Cub. There was no recognition in those cloudy eyes, only wariness. As if Wolf was going to hurt him!

"It's okay, Cub, everything will be alright now. We'll get you back to Jack."

The words didn't have the desired effect.

"Who you are? Jack and whose? Cub what kind name of?" the slurred voice gasped, barely loud enough to be heard, as if the words he had said were a valid question.

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Alan Blunt cupped his head in his hands, thinking. People always thought him to be cruel, but that wasn't totally true. He did have a heart, but it was only to be used on rare occasions. This wasn't one of them. He sighed. One of his best teenage spies had gotten Amnesia- great. It was a tragic thing to happen, but it could be used in his favour. Or so it seemed at first. A spy without a history going about doing his work. But what good would an afflicted brain do to hold information? It had taken a week to get Alex well enough so he could speak incomprehensible phrases and they still didn't know the extent of the damage. No, they couldn't use the boy. But he did have a bit of compassion. He wouldn't let Alex Rider go back home. It would be too dangerous for him, with all of those enemies from his forgotten past trying to get at him. No, he knew just the place for Mr. Rider. And the whole world would think him dead.

A/N: Because you were all so awesome this time I'll say the same thing: five reviews or a week until I update- but after that we're going up to 8.

Fatigues is a military term for their uniforms.