Hey Readers, here's another chapter. Hope you enjoy :)

The sun was bearing down on Alex as he lay on the roof of the car. His head rested in his hands and his eyes were closed, absorbing the blissful vitamin D. He tanned easily, and from spending much time in hot places like the Caribbean and the Middle East, he was quite tanned. He had his favourite khaki shorts on that came just above his knee and his red and yellow striped English Rugby shirt.

They were in Arizona; he knew that much from the heat and the red, bare desert surrounding him, but he hadn't seen a sign for over 2 hours. They were on a dirt path, a less used route into the state.

He yawned and stretched out further, his lanky but well-built arms and legs sprawled out on the roof. He was light enough to lay on it without any problems. Yassen had gone to meet some guys that he had arranged to speak with. Alex knew better than to enquire. He knew just to keep his mouth shut and not 'hear' anything. And if he did, it was wise to say nothing. Most would kill if they knew what kind of information he knew.

The guys and Yassen came back, and he turned onto his stomach to see what they looked like. They were wearing leather jackets and jeans, despite the weather, and sunglasses, which was more like it. They looked ugly, and probably not the type that had a problem to shoot someone that got in their way, judging by the gun shaped bulge on both their left hips.

He huffed and rolled back on to his back, listening out and breathing lightly. They approached the car.

"Niall. Get down." Yassen instructed. Alex did as he was told. In all honesty, he still preferred the name he was born with, despite his horrid parents, but for security reasons, he was to go under the name of Niall. He secretly preferred Alex. Yassen could never know this.

He slid off the roof of the car and went to stand by Yassen, a blank expression on his face.

Ugly guy number one, who had a scar on his forehead, looked him up and down and said; "Looks like you keep him in shape Gregorovitch. Good work. He'll need it." He laughed cruelly.

"Yes…you agree to fly us over to Europe?" Yassen asked, though his tone suggested he knew the answer.

He man laughed again, just as cruelly as before, "Yes, you and the kid. Meet us at gym 4 tomorrow at 7pm. We have already arranged a pilot for you at that time. Understood?"

"Yes. We leave you now Brochette, Brown." He nodded, resting a hand on Alex's shoulder and leading him back towards their car, nodding in the direction of the two uglies.

When they were out of hearing range, Yassen ordered Alex to get into the car. He did so with no argument, but was watching Yassen very carefully. Yassen smiled what he guessed was supposed to be a 'don't worry' smile, but it just made him feel more uneasy.

Yassen watched as the two men started to drive away. There was a cliff to the right of their van.

Yassen shot the wheels of the van.

The van went off the side of the cliff. There was a moment of nothingness before a massive flame of gas blasted up into the air.

Alex sucked in a breath sharply and tried to keep his face as plain as possible as Yassen returned, slipping into the car and starting the car.

Alex rested his head on the side of the car again and tried not to think about it.

He couldn't tell Yassen that he had a problem with the fact that he had just mercilessly killed them. Every time he did so, Alex though it would get easier to accept it, but he just couldn't.

How was he going to do it himself?

Outside, he might seem cold, harsh and not bothered of killing. Inside, it was a different story.