Just a really quick chapter, Queen's on tv (yes I KNOW it's old, but who cares!) anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! and if you do, please review! D
Arya was woken at five, just as the sun started to make an appearance. The other students were already up and were dressing. Privacy wasn't something that students got here and there was only a curtain separating the men and women in the large hut that served as a dormitory.
The person waking her was a woman, only about twenty or so. Her long hair was tied up into a ponytail. Her name was Amanda, but everyone called her Manda.
"Wake up, quickly! They'll be round in a minute. Get up!" she hissed, brandishing the army clothes in her face. Arya grabbed them and pulled them on; rolling out of bed as she did so. Just after she had finished lacing the heavy boots, their trainer burst into the hut.
"Gregorovich! Is your area clear? No it isn't, you have five minutes to correct that." Arya started tidying up the area around her bed, folding her blankets and her other clothes. She sometimes still forgot that she was Arya Gregorovich now. She had been training for three days and she already felt harder and stronger.
Their trainer, a muscular black man whom they were ordered to call 'sir' at all times, had forced her to do almost twice the work that the others did. She had martial arts classes and separate weapons training classes, as well as the ones with the rest of the five strong group.
By the time her area was clear, the others were out on the track, racing around and around.
"Ten laps. Get going." Arya nodded wearily and started running, rolling her eyes as she went. She made sure that the trainer couldn't see her first though. She soon caught up with the others, two more women and three men. They had already done three laps and were beginning to tire.
Arya passed them easily, feeling the start of a burn on the backs of her legs. She kept ahead of the others for the remainder of the laps. They watched her as she finished the last three laps alone.
The trainer wouldn't allow her time to rest like the other's had done, but instead lead them straight to the rifle range. Each student had been given a gun that SCORPIA thought they could handle. Arya's was a light .22 rimfire rifle. It was small and light enough for her to carry without too much difficulty.
They were working from fifty yards, the targets were human shaped but, for now, were just black cut-outs. They would progress onto life size pictures later in their training. Arya had found that she was crack shot; Yassen's genes seemed to have given her more than her looks. She hit the target perfectly, even when they were set on rails and moved.
Yassen and Alex went to MI6. It was the only thing they could do. Yassen had been given a new identity as a favour to Alex and as thanks for saving him. While Yassen and MI6 didn't really get on, he had given them some important information. And now it was their turn to give them some information in return.
Alan Blunt looked up as they walked into his office. His heart gave a little jump as he recognised Yassen. His hand drifted towards the emergency button, but then Alex stepped out from behind the Russian and Blunt let his hand fall.
"Morning, what do you want?" he asked bluntly. The question was directed at Alex, but it was Yassen who answered.
"We need to know where SCORPIA's new base is." Blunt blinked. "They kidnapped my daughter." Yassen said coldly. Alex stepped forward, recognising the danger signs. But Yassen turned away before his anger could get the better of him.
"You and me both." Blunt said. "We don't know where their new base is. It's in England, but that's all y… their agents would tell us." Shit, he'd almost said "your agents". Yassen hated SCORPIA now; they had lied to him and manipulated him, he wouldn't have taken kindly to being considered one of their agents still.
But he didn't seem to have noticed Blunt's slip because at his words, he had fallen silent and his face had closed. Alex's face was more expressive and the anguish and helplessness was clear in his eyes.
"You don't have a daughter though, Yassen." Blunt said tentatively. Alex's head snapped round.
"Yes, he does. She's called Arya and SCORPIA kidnapped her. She's one of my friends and we have to find out where she is." Alex heard the pleading note in his voice but didn't try to hide it.
"We don't know where their base is." Yassen let out a low groan from the window. Alex glanced his way, and then turned back to Blunt, pleading with his eyes for information. The head of MI6 turned away uncomfortably.
Alex gave a sigh. Then Yassen straightened up, his eyes shining.
"Well, that's ok. We'll work something out." He said lightly. Alex's head snapped round and his eyes widened. Yassen was already heading for the door and Alex followed, giving a small confused wave as he went.
"What's going on?" he asked once they reached the corridor. Yassen gestured him into silence, casting meaningful looks at the cameras along the length of the corridor. Alex nodded, he understood.
As it happened, they didn't talk again until they reached Yassen's flat. Yassen walked so quickly that it was all Alex could do to keep up. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Alex repeated the question.
"I still have a contact inside SCORPIA; he might tell me where their new headquarters is." His voice was brimming with excitement and his eyes shone. Alex hesitated for a second, and then let out a whoop of delight.
"Do you think it'll work?" he asked. Yassen shrugged.
"It's got to be worth a shot." He said, reaching for the slim book in the top drawer of his desk. He flicked through it until he reached the correct entry. Yassen picked up the phone and carefully dialled the number from the page and held the phone to his ear.
It rang twice, and then it was picked up.
