Disclaimer: I can't own people. It's illegal. Therefore, Alex Rider is not mine.

Well, I decided what the test would be. I hope I got this chapter off quickly enough for you people. Demanding, you are.

There are probably going to be some time skips. I mean, realistically, you can't take down a large, powerful gang in a few days, even if you have the luck of the devil. You'll find out what the rest of the team is doing next chapter.

The hideout wasn't much of a hideout. A little old shack in the slums. A couple of chairs. There were four other guys in view, with appearances similar to Alex. Except that those four bulged with muscle. One had a crooked nose, clearly broken multiple times. Another had a green and orange mohawk, the third was missing a whole lot of teeth. The last was most unpleasant-looking, grizzled with a scarred face.

"So, kid, you've got potential." Scarface addressed him.

"Potential for what?" He asked sullenly.

Scarface grinned. "Well, that depends. If you're a squealer, you've got a potential to end up dead."

Alex wanted to roll his eyes—he'd been threatened with death way to often for it to be scary anymore. "I'm here because one of my dumb-ass buddies squealed on me." He made sure to sound a little bored, a little jaded, and a little scared.

"Where're you from?"

"Was from some little rinky-dink town. Barely deserved to be named." He shrugged, utterly apathetic.

"How interesting." Scarface didn't sound interested at all. "So, what'd you get squealed for?"

"Possession." Alex shrugged again. "But I try to be a careful guy. The police officer I kneed pry don't like me much, but I'm not goin' back to rinky-dink." He'd moved so he was slouching against one of the walls.

"You know how to fight?"

Alex snorted. " 'course I know 'ow to fight." He scoffed. "Bigger boys liked to pick on me." He gave a shark's grin. "Not anymore."

"Real potential." Scarface said again. "Boys, attack him."

"Oi, what's this?" Alex cried as he dodged a punch from Mohawk. He hit Gums hard in the jaw, remembering to make it seem as if he had no formal training. Gums reeled back, Broken Nose taking his place. Alex's foot moved up through the air, nailing Broken Nose where no man should be kicked. Broken Nose collapsed, groaning.

Alex grabbed one of the rickety chairs, smashing it into Mohawk. The chair shattered, though Mohawk collapsed, splinters everywhere.

Scarface clapped slowly. "Impressive. I can already see you rising within the ranks. But you'll start out as an enforcer. You seem to be a natural fighter. Clever, as well."

Alex wiped a bit of mud from his forehead. "Really."

"Really." Scarface affirmed. "What's your name, kid?"

"Call me Jake."

"Well, Ben, Jake is now an enforcer." Alex had donned blonde wig and removed the makeup and nose ring in an abandoned house he'd passed. "Not sure if it's the right gang, but time will tell, I guess."

"Yeah."

"With me, time'll probably tell pretty fast."

Ben laughed wryly at Alex's statement as they went in. "Probably, Eric. Probably."

Heya. Yeah, I added on to this chapter. For a certain reveiwer complaining about it ending abruptly, I hope this is a bit better. I may have a new chapter up by tomorrow. And thanks to all my reviewers - I've never had so much of a response to any of my stories! (But then, I haven't exactly been in the more popular fandoms.)