Yeah, so sorry this took so long to happen, but I'm still fantastically jet lagged. My head feels... weird. And as you can see from the last sentence, my creativity levels are a bit low as well. I genuinely can't believe weird is the ONLY word I could come up with :P So try and enjoy this, and remember to review, cuz if you don't, I may just cry. And there's nothing more sad than a jetlagged, sobbing, wreck of a teenager. Well there is, but whatever. :) I owe a gigantic thank you to With The What Now. She is a genius! This chapter is basically her brainchild, with a little bit of editing and writing on my part. So, here's the chapter. Don't forget to review please :D

Alex

Yawning, I stretched and winced from the pain as I woke up, then I opened my eyes.

"Ahhhh! What the flip are you doing?" I shot backwards about a foot. Fox, Eagle, Wolf and Snake had all been leaning over my bed, grinning slightly psychotically at me. Their smiles got larger as they watched me glaring at them. "Seriously!"

Eagle jumped onto the foot of my bed, narrowly missing my broken leg. "Hey Cub, guess what?"

"What? And watch the leg." There was no way he would leave until he had told me.

"Fox is the man with the plan! And did you know his name is Ben?" He burst out laughing. I turned to Fox. He looked like he'd been hearing jokes about his name for the past twenty-four hours, and I almost decided to let him relax for a minute. Almost.

"Let's hear this magical plan then."

Fox sighed. "Well, first off, do you have any particular objection to being kidnapped?"

"Um, it would depend on who was doing the kidnapping I suppose..." The conversation was taking a rather worrying turn, but I had to admit, I was curious.

"Well, I was thinking that we could be the ones doing the kidnapping, and then we could hide you undercover."

I coughed. "Don't wanna be rude, but I kind of noticed a major flaw in the plan."

"What, that MI6 will find you easily?" He grinned, which I found a bit strange. "The way I see it, there have got to be a lot of people other than us who hate MI6. We can use them to help you stay hid-"

"Wait! You're planning on hiding me with organisations like Scorpia? Are you mental?"

"Not necessarily. In fact, let's just say no for now. I mean people who have been hurt by MI6, but are still good and won't try and use you. At the same time, we can collect information that we can hopefully use against them, so you can come out of hiding. Now I'm not pretending that it won't be hard, and it could be years before anything comes from this, but I promise, we are taking MI6 down. As long as you approve of the plan. Because it sort of requires your co-operation." Fox seemed to realise that he was babbling and broke off, looking slightly flustered. "So..."

I just sat there, looking at him, my mouth hanging open. He bit his lip, and I grinned at him. "It's genius! Well, not genius, but it's better than anything I came up with in a year. So when can we start?"

"First we need to get you out of the hospital, then we need to prepare everything and find you a place to hide at first. So, let's just say two weeks."

Fox

I ran down the hallway of the flat to Alex's room, pounding on the door and cursing our bad luck. Why did they have to be so heartless? We had planned everything around them giving Alex time to heal completely before wanting to see him again, so what do they do? They don't, and call him in the middle of the night.

"Alex! Wake up!" I slammed open the door, shaking him to wake him up. "We need to go!"

He mumbled something, then rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. Impatiently, I grabbed him and shook him again. He opened his eyes. "What?"

"They called. We need to leave now." His eyes opened wide and he clambered out of bed, pulling on clothes and picking up the suitcase that he had packed.

Within half an hour, we were on the road in a crappy car that I had borrowed from a friend. Alex was alternately yawning and craning his head out of the window to make sure we weren't being followed. I laughed at him and pushed him back into the seat.

"Get some sleep Cub." When he looked at me uncertainly, I grinned and ruffled his hair. "I mean it. Sleep."

Alex

Just when I had gotten used to sleeping in K-unit's apartment again, I found myself waking up in another different place. Turning my head to the side, I saw nothing familiar, and I sighed, sitting up.

"Ah, I see you're finally awake." At the sound of the voice, I jumped and looked around again. There was a man leaning against the doorway... and I had no idea who he was.

"Um, hi?" I stood up, walking towards him warily.

"Oh, right, you don't know who I am. I'm George Bulman." He held out a hand for me to shake, and I took it.

"Alex Rider." The night before came to me, and I realised this was probably one of the peoploe who was going to help hide me from MI6. "So how did MI6 screw you over?"

George laughed. "You're direct, aren't you? I like it. I believe you knew my brother, Harry."

I pulled my hand away from him. "You're his brother?" While I tried to avoid hating people other than Scorpia and MI6, (there were too many people that hated me already) Harold Bulman wasn't exactly my favourite person.

"Okay, I know you didn't like him, but hear me out." He sighed, running a hand through his short brown hair. "My brother wasn't the best man out there, but he was my brother, and he didn't deserve to die, and I believe that MI6 played a part in his death. Also, what they're doing to you is just wrong. If I can help you, then I will.

Nodding, I smiled slightly at him. "Okay then. So, how long am I supposed to be here for?"

"Three weeks. Think you can live with that?" He chuckled and slapped me on the back. "Come on. I'll show you around."

"Where's Fox?" I had just worked out what was missing from the scene.

"Who? Oh, your guardian? He had to go. He left you a letter though." George handed me a scrap of paper. I flipped it over and began to read.

Cub,

Sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. I had to go, to make it harder for them to find you. We'll stop by and see you from time to time, but for now, trust George. He'll help you find the next place. Try not to get properly kidnapped, as I would then have to rescue you again, which was quite tiring last time. Just kidding. See you when I see you, love,

Fox

Sighing, I crumpled up the letter and shoved it in my pocket. I was fifteen, and I didn't need Fox with me everywhere I went. It didn't mean I didn't want him there, but if it made it easier for me to stay out of MI6, then I didn't mind. Turning back to George, I shot him a fake smile.

"Let's go."