Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider or anything in the series. Anthony Horowitz does. However, I do own Bull, Tux, and Guy.

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If you've ever been inside a car hurtling down the road, but didn't know whose car you were in or why, then you kind of get where I'm going.

I slowly cracked open my eyes and silently sat up. Looking around, I saw the bleak innards of the car and its two front passengers; a suited man behind the wheel and a burly looking guy next to him. It made sense. Getaway Driver and Kidnapper.

As I looked to my right, I noticed one thing; the windows were tinted on both sides. I glared at the stupid windows and slumped back down in my seat. It was silent for a moment, the two guys up front still not noticing me, when I saw my nose. It was huge!

I raised my hands to my face and gingerly poked it. Right on touch, my nose, and most of my face, felt as if it were being ripped off. I winced and mumbled an ow, covering my nose.

The one guy not driving, which I named Bull, looked back at me. We sat there glaring at each other for a full minute before he pointed a muscled finger at me and growled, "Stay." Yeah, right. Like I was going to jump out of a car going at least eighty! By the way, I named the driver Tux. I was good with the names.

So Tux continued to drive down the road of absolutely nothing when he slammed on the brakes and turned a sharp right, then braked. I flew forward and hit the back of Bull's seat. I groaned and crawled back onto the seat, but as soon as I glanced up, Bull was staring at me like a roach.

"Sorry," I mumbled, holding my hands up for innocence. He grunted and opened his door, exiting the vehicle. Tux did the same. I sat there, contemplating whether or not to leave, when my door flew open and a rough hand yanked me out of the car.

As soon I was out, the door was slammed shut and I was forced against the car, my back facing out. Cold metal encircled my wrists and a clicking sound assured they were latched. Great I thought. Handcuffs. Ha, it's not like they couldn't trust me. Every other villain did…until they realized that was stupid and I could escape and kill them. But oh well; seriously, who's counting?

As soon as I was detained, Bull shoved me away from the car, a Rolls Royce I noticed, and towards a gray two-story building. Yeesh. I stumbled a bit until I regained my footing, and then trudged alongside Bull. Tux followed off to the side.

As we neared the doors, I took a quick sweep of the premises, noting every door, window, and blade of grass. We then walked through the doors, Bull turned right. I turned left, but was quickly grabbed on the back of the collar by Tux and led to the right.

We walked for about 75 feet and then turned down a hall intersecting the middle of the building. Halfway down, we entered a door. Bull grabbed my arm again and pulled me forward to stand in front of a man sitting behind a desk. The whole room looked a giant office with a desk and tons of people. Tux stood in front of the door so nothing could enter or escape.

The man at the desk, and guess what, I dubbed him Guy, looked up from his files and stared me in the eyes, like he was burning my soul.

"So, you're the infamous Alex Rider," he announced in a broad voice.

"No, Bill Gates," I corrected him. He glared and frowned, and then blinked his eyes to reassemble his mind.

"Well, Mr. Gates, I'd like to welcome you to our abode."

"It's snazzy, but try adding a little more color and maybe I could distinguish you between a ball of dust and a human." I put on an ugly face, looking like a crazy adult being jailed for killing his 43rd victim.

"Let's cut the bad boy act-,"

"I'll cut it when I feel like it! Why the hell did you bring me here? You're acting like this is a vacation!" I bellowed and slammed a foot into the desk. Bull grabbed my shoulder and pulled it back, making me stumble. I shrugged his hand off and wheeled around, slamming my foot into his knee. Any normal guy would have instantly dropped.

Bull straightened himself and threw his fist towards my chest. I ducked under his swinging limb and then performed a stunning roundhouse kick. He fell back a little and I charged up a powerful kick that collided with his stomach. He was reaching his anger limit and threw his fist into my face. The hit graced my cheek as I dodged, but Bull kicked his foot against my back and I went rolling on the floor.

As I struggled to my feet, he walked over and kicked my side. I rolled over and he grabbed my handcuffs, twisted them, and made me cringe. He pulled my arms up across my back to the point of where I thought they'd pop off. Then he sat next to me; his knee was pinning my arms to my back and me to the ground.

I struggled to get back up, but he wasn't moving soon. "Get off!" I roared. He responded by smacking a hand across the back of my head.

The screeching of a chair and footsteps made me look up. Guy had left his desk and was standing a foot in front of me. "Well Alex, that was most impressive. But since you can't be civil and talk to me without flaring up, I guess we'll talk later." He waved something I couldn't see to Bull.

The giant sitting on me got up and grabbed both of my arms, dragging me to my feet. I tried to kick back but he slapped me each time I did. I stopped the fight, for now, and walked alongside Bull.

We walked out the door and back towards the entrance, but instead of exiting continued on to the end of the hall. Here there was a flight of stairs leading down into a dimly lit corridor. We descended and came upon more halls. The layout of this basement was the exact same as the upper floors.

Bull pushed and shoved me down the main front hall to the very back corner; it was the farthest from the stairs and most secluded. He stopped in front of a barricaded steel door. Great I thought. Confinement.

Bull opened the door to and pushed me inside, but he followed. The room itself was probably 11' x 10' x 10'. The walls were brick and a concrete floor and ceiling matched. On the wall left of the door was an older looking set of chains and shackles stuck onto the wall. Bull slammed the door shut and approached me, stopping with a two-foot gap between us. He reached into his jacket lining and pulled out a handled something. Flicking it open, I was greeted with a 6" sharp switchblade.

"So, what's it going to be? Obedience or pain?" Bull growled with a smirk.

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Five hours after the meeting, it was 'go-time.' Blunt and Jones were stationing their teams 50 miles out from Chelsea in a deserted field. The whole of K-Unit and several SAS soldiers were awaiting their orders.

Blunt stepped out in front of the team. "Now, I want one thing only; bring Alex Rider back alive. Destroy the enemies and kill anyone in your way. If you happen to come upon the ring leader, bring him down to "our" level. Anything done to Rider is done onto them. Now, exit and reassemble 40 miles from here."

Blunt turned and ducked into the driver's seat of a sleek black Rolls Royce; Mrs. Jones was the passenger. They began to drive off as the troops jumped into several Jeeps and sped off. Everyone was wearing a smug grin that said "Touch us and you're a dead man walking."