Only a short one by enjoy!
Waking up from unconsciousness is never nice, especially with a pounding headache. Chris groaned and attempted to sit up, gentle hands helped him upright,
"Hey slowly now, that's quite a bump from the fall." Snakes voice said quietly. He sat up and leant against the wall. It was cold and damp. The room was roughly five metres square with no windows and a door with a slot in, made of metal.
The SAS unit were slowly sitting up and rubbing bruises, over in the corner another figure stirred,
"Snake." Chris nodded at the figure leaving his head pounding, Snake left the teens administrations and slowly made his way to the corner,
"Hello?" He called feeling stupid,
"Hey stalkers." a girls voice said from the corner,
'Excuse me?" Wolf growled. Snake's eyes were just adjusting to the light in the cell corner,
"Its the girl." The medic gasped, watching as she held her nose and breathed out, like you would when you popped your ears from altitude.
"Hit the lights someone." She murmured,
"We're in a cell sweetheart, there isn't a light switch." Eagle scorned, the girl pulled herself to her feet and felt her way around the walls and found the door, she reached up as high as she could and felt a string, she pulled it and a dim light flickered on.
"I know moron, and never call me sweetheart again. Understand?" She returned to her corner and the figure all of them had yet to notice.
"You must be the medic Snake, the ass hole Wolf," She pointed at the two who had spoken so far, "Annoying brat Chris Butler, hyper on sugar Eagle and undecided Cheetah."
"And you are?" Cheetah asked everyone else speechless by the naming.
"Sabina Pleasure." She smiled grimly,
"I'm not an annoying brat!" Chris finally exclaimed,
"Well I thought annoying, arrogant, egotistical, self centred, no on cares for me attitude, ass hole of a teen Chris Butler was a little long." Sabina replied instantly, Cheetah chuckled low.
"Now now Sab, play nice." An amused voice said from next to her,
"Al, from what you've told me I think that analogy was very apt." Sabina replied, How do you feel?"
"Like I've been hit by a truck." Alex replied,
"And you know what being hit by a truck feels like do you?" Chris scorned, two people looked at him their expressions relaying one thought: 'Of course."
"You?" Alex checked performing the strange ear popping gesture Sabina had,
"An explosion." She replied, "And yes, I know what that feels like too." She snapped at Chris,
"Istanbul explosion? Mozambique explosion?" Alex queried, Sabina though about it,
"Perth explosion." She replied.
"I'm starting to see why you two get on so well." Cheetah muttered, two smirks met his comment,
"If you're so experienced and amazing why don't you get us out of here?" Chris muttered,
"I'm trying to." Alex replied,
"Really." Eagle sounded doubtful.
"How so? At the moment you're sitting on the floor and was still asleep not five minutes ago." Snake was getting irritable.
"Forgive me for sleeping having been injected with a knock-out drug." Alex muttered, "The door is locked, there are no windows so no way out that way, the lock is only on the outside but if we were to get an arm through the hatch we should be able to pick it. The corridor outside is guarded by one guard and the main rooms at either end hold fourteen each sleeping. As for if we actually escaped... Being locked in a concrete bunker in southern Russia isn't a good start." Alex stated,
"Southern Russia?" Cheetah checked used to Alex spouting these things from selection.
"Its too cold for Siberia and too warm for northern Russia. The Guards are all locals and speak Russian, but the southern dialect. SCORPIA has bases all over Russia but this is the only on that fits the bill." Sabina continued.
"How did you know that?!" Wolf demanded,
"I listen and observe. The echoes in the corridor tell me all I need to know about the guards and the voices tell me about the country." Alex stated flatly,
There was a scrape of metal on metal, then the door swung open, a guard holding a gun walked in. Then stopped in shock.
"You should be sleeping!" He gasped in Russian gaping at Alex,
"Well I've never been one that liked being drugged into unconsciousness." Alex shrugged,
"You should be sleeping for three days! Not three hours!" A second guard had come in and was now speaking English, albeit with a strong Russian accent.
"You with me." The first snapped at Alex. When he didn't move the guards stormed in and grabbed him by the arm, Alex snatched it free and shrugged off his jumper,
"Rider, you don't need to strip." Chris muttered, Alex threw the jumper at him,
"I saw you shivering." He stated as a means of an explanation. Sabina reached up and squeezed his hand once then let go as Alex was pulled roughly from the room. The teen watched him go eyes sad and full of anger.
"What did he mean, Rider shouldn't be awake." Wolf growled at Sabina,
"I guess he was given a stronger drug on account of hi being him." She ran a hand through her hair then took a deep breath. Then swore loudly in French.
"Turn it down, pounding headache here." Chris muttered.
"Where have they taken him?" Cheetah asked rubbing his temples,
"Grab your nose and try to blow through it." She told him. Cheetah looked at her strangely then did what she said, he had queried what Alex told him to do many times and it had always helped his state, he assumed Sabina was the same. Three seconds later he sighed,
"Bliss." He smiled slightly,
"What?!" Eagle demanded,
"Headache's gone." Cheetah explained, the other four copied what he had just done then smiled.
"Why?" Snake asked curious medical side kicking in,
"The pounding in your head is matched by the lack of oxygen the act of blowing pointlessly through your nose leaves you in. They cancel each other out and the headache goes away. For more technical terms ask Alex. He's better at that stuff than me." Sabina replied, then slid down the wall with a sigh. "If he comes back."
"He'll be back, he's more resilient than most." Cheetah reassured her,
"He's a moron though." Chris commented,
"Why?" Sabina demanded,
"Had he not taunted them he would still be sitting here and not going through what he surely is now. He should have stayed quiet. Then we all should have been fine." Chris explained a resounding 'duh' in his voice. Sabina looked at him with a disgusted look then settled down to wait without deigning him with a response. Chris smiled smugly, "I'm right."
Sabina's hands curled into fists in the attempt not to punch him.
"Where is he." Ben hissed at Jones through a video link to the bank. Jones wrung her hands nervously,
"We don't know." She replied slowly.
"Then find out." Ben replied and cut the connection. He resumed pacing the room fuming with anger. Three days had passed since Alex, Sabina, k unit and Chris had vanished off the planet and no one within MI6, CIA, ASIS or Interpol had any idea where he was.
Ben groaned then sighed knowing he would have to go to measures he didn't want to to save Alex and k unit. And the arrogant moron Chris. Even he didn't deserve what was happening to them. His phone buzzed and he glanced at he screen.
'Town Plaza, Greene, 2pm. Y'
'Little bloody psychic.' Ben muttered then ran to the car, Greene was half an hour away by car and it was nearly 1:30. He spent the entire car journey worrying about Alex. And his ex SAS unit, by mainly Alex and Sabina, if something happened to her he doubted Alex would ever be the same again. It had taken says to get him to be the same again after the deaths of the Pleasures and when Ben himself had gone missing briefly Alex had hardly left his side.
Ben doubted Alex could take any more blows to his losses. He was strong on the outside but Ben knew better, he was just a child.
Ben parked his car and slid out he walked to the centre of the Plaza admiring the fountain and spotted a man hardly ever spotted, his hair was now dark brown and he had a slight tan, on the table in front of him was a grenadine, the syrupy drink Ben teased Alex for always ordering when on the continent, he nodded to the man who nodded back, Ben headed to the table as another red drink was placed in front of him.
'I thought a drink may calm you down, worked wonders on me, Alex taught me that, and his father.' The Russian accent that came through when he spoke passionately was hardly detectable.
'Thank you. What can you tell me about where Alex is?' Ben asked, the man's eyes hardened and his face darkened, he looked like the man Ben had come to fear when shown a picture of him or noticed a shadow at the corner of his eye. It was am unmistakeable resemblance now. In front of him was none other than Yassen Gregorovich.
Yeah... He's alive...
I was not in a great mood when he died, always was one of the best characters.
I need ideas on where to go, how much k unit should find out and final votes on Sabina's life, I won't tell you who is winning yet just that the tides have turned drastically in the past two chapters, I must be doing something different to Anthony Horowitz because before she appeared in my story you all wanted her dead, now they have seen my version of her you want her alive. Mostly. It's almost even.
