Hey, people! I am so SORRY that I haven't updated my story in a while, but I've been at school. Yeah, my school's already started…fun, fun. So that basically means that I won't be able to update every day guys! But I'll try to make every chapter awesome!! Well, so far you guys no that, basically, Alex has been knocked out cold. So it just picks up from there.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of Alex Rider or any of Anthony Horowitz's stuff. I do, however, own Cat, Ivan, Heather, and the bad guys.

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Cat and an unconscious Alex were tossed into a small, dank cell that may have been flooded at one time. Cat stared down at Alex's limp body and tears filled her eyes. Why did they do that to him?

"You okay?" a voice spoke. Cat jumped and turned to see Heather and Ivan smiling wearily down at her.

"Y-yeah. Why are you guys here?" she said a bit surprised. "Never mind." she said shaking her head. "I guess you got caught too? They knew-"

"Knew who we were before we even got here, right?" Ivan finished.

"Yeah, I guess. Apparently the bad dudes know who Alex is."

"Crais and Skinner?" Heather asked.

"Pretty much."

"Is he okay?" Ivan asked, stooping down to look at Alex. Cat shrugged and dropped to her knees, holding the boy's head in her lap. She looked at his right shoulder, which was covered in blood from a small bullet wound.

"Alex, why do you do this? Why can't you just be normal?" Cat sighed to herself, stroking his head.

"Because then I wouldn't be good at my job." came a Alex's raspy voice. He smiled up at her.

"Alex?" Cat said, nearly jumping off her seat. Alex cringed as his face was struck by her flailing hand.

"Ow."

"Sorry."

"It's fine." he choked, sitting up. "You guys okay?" he asked, looking up at their caretakers. He patted Cat's hand gently.

"Yeah, looks like you took a pretty good hit there, Al." Ivan commented, staring at his shoulder.

"I've had worse."

"I'm sure."

Alex stood up carefully, and rubbed his aching head. He staggered a little as a wave of dizziness hit him.

"You know," he said as Cat steadied him. "it's not the getting knocked out part that hurts; it's the getting up."

"So you got a plan, Alex the Great? You're the professional escape artist here, not us." Heather joked, her arms folded across her chest. "They took all our gadgets, and I'm sure they took yours."

"Yeah, they took all of our gadgets." Ivan said with a sigh. He loved his gadgets.

Alex smirked and rolled up his right sleeve, revealing his silver watch. Ivan smirked. "I have a laser." the teen grinned.

"Thank you, Smithers." Cat laughed happily. Alex carefully walked over to the door. He twisted the watch's face plate once to the right and twice to the left. He pointed it at the door and slowly made his way through the stone door. In less than three minutes, he had opened the door.

"Sweet!" Cat whispered excitedly. The two teens grabbed each others hand. Alex smiled and started out quickly, signaling for the others to follow him. And they did follow him, right into Skinner….again.

"YOU!" he growled, grabbing Alex by the scruff of his shirt. Alex's hand was jerked free of Cat's. She staggered back, surprised. Three guards showed up out of know where and grabbed the other three spies.

"Hey!" Alex yelled. "You're wrinkling my shirt!"

"Oh, I can't wait to kill you! You arrogant little brat!"

Alex was going to say something witty about that, but nothing came out. Skinner had brought up his fist and knocked out the teen spy once more.

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Alex woke up the next night…was it night? He looked around him. He really hated being knocked unconscious. Two wooden walls were rubbing against his shoulders and his feet were on another wall. Alex tried to sit up, but immediately smacked his head on something else wooden.

Great, Alex thought to himself, they've buried me alive. Oh, well. I guess it's an okay way to die. He thought, depressed. He got himself comfortable for a slow death. But, fortunately, it never came.

With some relief, the top of his confinement opened and light flowed into the box. Yes, he was in a box. Alex flitted his eyes to get used to the light, but he was soon very sorry he did. The business end of a pistol was shoved into his face. He looked up into the face that was holding the gun.

"Oh, good morning, Skinner's brother!" the spy said chipper.

"Good morning, Alex. And just call me, Shooter."

"Ah, Skinner and Shooter. That's nice. Two very demented names for two very demented brothers. Well, what's going on?"

"We're almost to England. To your death actually." he said conversationally. Alex sighed and situated himself in the box. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he didn't let it show that he was scared.

"Oh, alright then. So why am I in the box?" he asked. Shooter smiled and held the gun to the boy's chest. Alex looked down and smiled. "And the gun at my chest?"

"Well, we can't exactly bring a teenaged boy tied up onto a boat full of people, can we? As for the gun, it's just to keep you quiet."

"Makes sense." he said, moving his hand slowly to his watch. The gun was pressed deeper into his chest, making him cringe.

"Don't move, please. I'm a bit trigger happy today. Give me your hands." he said, still holding the gun up threateningly. Alex didn't dare disobey the man. His nickname wasn't "Shooter" for no reason. He just looked as if he wanted to fire that pistol into Alex. Of course, who could blame him? He had stabbed the guy's brother in the leg. Slowly, Alex held both hands in the air. A pair of metal handcuffs were strapped to his wrist and another pair on his ankles.

"Where's Cat?" Alex said, worry evident in his voice.

"You're girlfriend? Oh, she and the other two spies are just fine. Unfortunately for them, they can't die as quickly as you." he chuckled sadistically.

"What!?! If you hurt them I swear I'll-"

"You'll what?" the German laughed. "You'll be dead before you can cause anymore damage." The German laughed again. Now Alex was scared. He'd been in tough situations before, but he'd never been in love with anyone that he'd worked with. Now he knew her fate was going to be terrible, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was boxed, bound, and completely helpless. He furiously tugged on the chains. A pistol cocked and buried itself into his temple. He stopped and glared at the man.

"Don't move, Alex. Oh," he said reaching behind him, without taking his eyes off of Alex. "will you hold this stuff for me? It's a bit bulky up here." he grinned.

A few small packages landed on Alex's stomach. They weren't to heavy and were rectangular in shape. Alex's heart beat quickened and his eyes grew wide, for in his lap was something that scared him. Something that could take out an entire yacht with one push of a button.

C-4...

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Well, that's it for now…MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Another cliff hanger you guys! Sorry! I just love them so much! How do you think Alex will get out of this one?? Well, unfortunately since my school has started up again I'll only be able to update on the weekends, so keep a lookout for my stuff!!! Review please!!