SRY HAVENT UPDATED SOONER. BEEN IN SPAIN WITH MY AUNT AND I JUST NEVER FOUND THE TIME:( ! SO THE LAST CHAPTER WAS OKK N WAS WHERE I WOZ GONNA END THE STORY N START THE SEQUEL. bUT I WANT TO KNOW END THIS STORY BETTER THAN THE GREAT ALEX RIDER GETTIN IN A CAR N DRIVING OFF. SO HOPE YOU END THIS. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. HOPE YOU ENJOY . thanks for all the reveiws sooo far! KEEP REVEIWING!
1 YEAR LATER...
Alex Sarov sat alone in silence. On a plane taking him far away.
It was about a year since the events skeletonkey and Yassen's death had happened. Since then Sarov had claimed Russian president and had adopted Alex as his legal son. He had also created allies with the british and korea in hope to gain there trust. Alex never thought bad of his 'adopted' father but wished at times there was more.
Over the course of the year Alex had become more well build and his personality had changed also. He was more inderpendent and never relied on others for help. He would often go off by himself and dissappear for hours, just aimlessly getting lost in thought, and Sarov would never worry because he knew that Alex was his and Alex knew there was nothing else but Sarov for him.
Alex would often think about Yassen. Yes, it had been over a year since he had died but Alex couldnt denie Yassens last words with him. He had set himself the challenge of discovering the truth but never found hope in trying.
If it was true and Yassen was his father. Then who did that make Alex now?
He knew who he wanted to be. THat was a certain. But did he want to know the truth and be dissapointed or lost in the rally of new disions he had to make?
"Alex?" Alex looked up from the magizine on his lap and into the eyes of The general. His father.
"Yes" he said pleasantly adding a warming smile that never met his eyes.
"We will be landing in italy soon. I hope that you will enjoy yourself this time. Its not very often that i get to spend time with my Son. So take this chance to relax" Sarov was delighted with the fact that Alex was his Son and often would press the point.
"Of course i will." Sarov and Alex looked at each for a few moments before Sarov tore his gaze away and left.
Was Alex looking forward to a few weeks in italy? Yes , he was. They would be visting landmarkes. New. Alive cities like-like Venice.
Venice. After all the thinking he never once remembered that Yassen had spoke of Venice. It never eccured to him that this was his chance to find out who he really is. To find this SCORPIA and find the important details of his life. So many new ideas came to mind and this would be Alex's one chance to discover the truth behind the dead assissians words. He'd just have to hope that it all went according to plan.
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1 year earlier...
K-unit returned to base to be debreifed and also to be drilled and most likely binned for there failier to obtain Alex Rider aka there former team member 'CUB'.
Wolf was in a paticular bad mood. He as team leader was essientially in control of the failed mission as so therefore felt the pressure of the fail. Yes even though he had failed he woundered why someone like 'Cub' had got mixed up in MI6. What was he? 14? 15? and for them to say that he was a top priority that just made his thoughts Darken. It was up to Wolf now to sort this mess out.
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SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE...1 YEAR EARILIER
Julie rothermon stared at the report sat on her desk.
Yassen was dead and the Rider boy was missing. This was a great loss for SCORPIA. The Rider boy was promicing and Yassen was the best of the best and would be hard to replace.
"Rothermon we have reports that the Sarov wasnt elimanated first and that he now, Has the Rider boy. Shall we procede to obtain the boy?"
Julie looked over the report once again and sighed heavily. "No leave the boy for now. We have bigger to achieve and now i must replace Yassen. Get to work. I want someone equally as talented at my office at 1800 tonight. Go." and with that the man left , leaving the famous julie rothermon alone to ponder.
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BACK TO THE PRESENT DAY...
It was a cool,sunny day in Italy and Alex was busy wondering around the over crowded streets. As usual Sarov had left Alex for the day to just explore. The hoilday so far had been...reasonable. Sarov had gave Alex the much needed space he seemed to need and never preesed Alex about what he was acually thinking about. That suited Alex fine.
They hadnt mentioned Venice yet and Alex was going to press Sarov into allowing him to visit. He'd buy his time and Allow Sarov to make the first move.
"Alex?" Alex turned around to spot his guard stood directly behind him. Sarov had given him a guard not just for hoildays but fo during most days. He believed that there was many people out there that would try to get to him through Alex so took the act of giving him a guard. Clearly under-estimating Alex's abilities to handle himself.
"Your father requested you back at the hotel." Alex gave his surronding one more glance before following his guard back to an awaiting car and then to be faced with his father.
SOME TIME LATER...
Alex arrived back at the hotel. It was good to be out the heat and into the air conditioned hotel.
There rooms were on the top floor. The private suits and Alex had been given his own room. Next to Sarov's of course. It consited of a large king size bed; a private bathroom; a small kichen and couches and a large plasma tv mounted onto the wall. He didnt really use this suit. He was out most of the day and when it came to using it . it was mainly for sleeping purposes.
Before making his way to Sarov , Alex had decided on getting a shower and changing and had told his guard that he would be 20 minutes at the most and would meet Sarov down in the restraunt. The guard nodded and breifl spoke a few words into a warkie takie before composing his posture outside Alex's door.
Alex reluctantly shut the door behind him and begun to change in to the suit layed out on the bed for him. It wasnt what Alex would normally wear but he had to be well presented for Sarov. Image was everything to Sarov. He tried hard to make sure that Alex was always well presented even down the joggy bottoms he wore to bed. Alex didnt mind. Sarov was only trying.
Alex made his way down to the restraunt. It was a large open space. With a wall completely made of glass that over looked the open waters. It was busy but in all the hussle, Alex caught sight of Sarov sat at a table in the VIP area alone sipping what looked like mineral water. That was another thing about Sarov, he would never drink any achol and would regularly insist on Alex coming on his morning runs with him. A 15 mile run that Alex found impossible to complete and only mangering around 7 before he dropped out. Where as Sarov would run the whole lot and just break sweat.
The other thing about Sarov was that even though he didnt show it. He respected Sarov and even to some extent saw him as a father figure.
Alex made his way over to Sarov and just like Alex had expected Sarov clocked him coming.
"Alex!" He boomed, standing up.
Alex nodded. Generally smiling in responce.
"So.."Sarov spoke warmly taking another sip of his drink "I here that you were exploring the towns this morning"
"Of course. There quite intreasting. Alot different from Russia." Sarov nodded and spoke a few breif words in russian to the guard stood next to him. The guard threw Alex a glance and left. Leaving the two Alone.
Since Sarov had become presisdent, Russia had changed quite abit. Criminals were in jail. Law and Oder restored. Medical centres updated. The Russian militry became bigger and more powerful. New technology. Russia was at its best and it was Sarov who had made it happen.
"Is everything alright Alex? It just that you guard tells me that you have been...distant and hardly spoke"
Alex thought about what he was gonna say and just when he gave to speak, someone interupted them .
"Sorry to interupt your dinner sir, there was a message sent for you requesting your precence immedently"
Sarov looked between the two and sighed. "To whom was this message sent? I am as you can see on hoilday with my son and are wanting to enjoy a meal with him" He guestered to Alex oppersite.
" A Alan Blunt. He says it quite important that you take this call, sir."
Alex felt his body grow in tention and the shock took by surprize. MI6 hadnt bothered Alex. They shouldnt know where he was. Alex immedently got to his feet.
"Alex? Is there something the matter?" People around them had turned to stare and Alex became flushed.
"No dad. I'm sorry, just tired would it be alright if i just go back to my room. I dont feel that hungry anymore."
Sarov studied Alex for a few more moments before nodding, Almost reluctantly. "Dimitri take Alex back to his room. I'll come up later and see you." Alex quickly nodded before saying his goodnights and rushing back to his room.
His shut his bedroom door and slumbed against the wall.
MI6 had found him after a year and it wasnt going to be good. He had a knew life now and intended on making it last. Well till Alex found out who this SCORPIA was and the truth about Yassen.
So he set to work on a plan.
A FEW DAY LATER...VENICE...
Sarov and Alex made there way through the busy streets. Today was the day Alex took action and found this SCORPIA. It was also a few days since MI6 had contacted Sarov and everytime Alex confronted Sarov about the issue. He would just say that there was some trouble back in Russia and that they would have to cut the vacation short but promiced that he would make it up to him later on. Alex just smiled, and said it was no biggie and that he was becoming bored with the sun anyway.
It was Sarov that broke the tention between the two. "About the other night Alex. You seemed kinda...tence when the waiter mentioned ." Sarov sighed. "I'm soo glad that you choose me to be your father ,Alex. I care deeply about you but since...he died you've become...distant. I just want you to know that there is nothing in this world that i wont do for you Alex. You are my son and no-one will change that." He gave a weak laugh and hugged Alex around the shoulders, dragging him along with him.
It bothered Alex that Sarov had choose this exact time to play with Alex's heart strings. It pained Alex mentally that he would have to do this to Sarov. But it was more importan to Alex that he knew the truth and could rest peacefully an then decide what footsteps he would follow.
Night came quickly and was the best cover to sneak out in. Sarov had retired to bed and his guard, Dimitri was on guard outside the door. Alex slipped into a pair of sneakers and thats when his plan fell into place. He crept towards the door. Dimitri was a heavy breather and proberly most likely had asthma. Alex crept stiffly into the bathroom and out of the window. There was a Drain pipe leading down the building. It looked strong but was about a metre out of reach.
Alex looked down at the desterted street below and then back up at the pipe. If he jumped , he'd surely make a noice and alert Dimitri but it was he only option. So taking a deep breath, Alex Jumped. His arms out streched.
The pipe gave a voilent sudder and clattered with Alex's weight. Before making his decent, he checked his room best he could. There was no apparent sign that Dimitri had heard. So Alex carried on.
SOMETIME LATER...
Did Alex know where to start? No. Did he know if SCORPIA was real? no. Did he know if this was a good idea?Definetly not. Did he even have a plan? Not likely
Alex came to the end of the street and turned left, letting his legs take control and wonder. A long time had past since he made his great get away and by now Sarov would know that he was missing and would have everyone on the look out for him. By morning his piture would be all over the news and then everything would become completly vitial.
So where did he start? He couldnt radomly go and ask someone. Could he? If SCORPIA was a massive criminal organization, he wouldnt come by it easily. He had to make some kinda contact. But if he didnt know what SCORPIA was? then how could he contact them and even get them to listen. Let alone not kill him.
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BACK IN LONDON,ENGLAND.
She walked briskly through the corridors of the Royal and General bank and stopped dead outside the door people dreaded to enter.
Blunt sat a large desk. That bare no personal features. No photos of family. No nothing.
Blunt never looked up and addressed his guest. Like always.
"We have reports on Rider. He seems to be on hoilday in venice with Presisdent Sarov." Blunt still didnt look up oor even be aware that she had addressed him.
" Alex Rider" Blunt hissed to himself. "What are you doing?"
" We have legal documents that say that Sarov adopted Alex in replacement for his son. But thats not just it..." She placed the file on the desk in front of him and he turned to a selection of pictures.
"Yassen?" Blunt looked up at Jones in horror.
"Thats not all. He was spotted leaving a necular waste compound in a Russian port with Sarov. We believe that Sarov is paying Yassen."
"To supervise Alex?"
Mrs. Jones shook her head. "No. Not by the looks of it. The reports from Venice show that Yassen was no where to be seen and that Alex had presisdential guards. Not Yassen and survilance on Cloud 9 show that Yassen has not been near SCORPIA headquartes. But also operative in deep cover also says that Yassen has not be near the compound and that there is suspicions raised that he had abandoned SCORPIA."
Blunt nodded in dismay. He gave the files and reports a quick look and closed it, slidding it to one side.
"I want Rider in sight at all times. He is still one of our most successful operatives and is to important to lose. The SAS have failes once. This time we will have Rider and bring him home."
"Of course." With that Mrs Jones left the room. She was dissapointed. She hoped that he would leave Alex alone now that he seemed to have settled down. However there was no douting her duties and so personal issues couldnt be a problem.
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Alex had spent the last hour thinking of a solution.
SCORPIA were here. In Venice. Then they were most likely had power and influence over most police adn buisness here. They proberly owned the police.
So what did he do? Sarov by now would have phoned the police and had them on look out for him.
Thats when it hit him. The police were on the look out for him. Why not just go to them? Like he said SCORPIA knew his name and they controlled or owned the police. If he caused trouble and mentioned SCORPIA then surely SCORPIA would step in and take him. Find out what a teenager knew? Maybe kidnap me and use me to get money and power in Russia. But maybe they would just hand him over to Sarov and then he would never know and the lease Sarov had him on would shorten and there would never be another chance?
The question was he willing to take the risk? He knew the answer. The answer was: YES.
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Alex found himself being bundled into a car. The windows were dark so he couldnt see where he was going. His hands had been chuffed and he had been sedated. So that voilence was no use to him. He was hanging on the edge of contious. Barely awake. Someone settled in beside him but his vision became blurred and thats when he drifted, ever soo slowly into a deep sleep.
He woke to a nighttime breeze. He was being dragged across tarmac and it was rough against his bare feet. He hadnt remembered removing his shoes but he didnt remember much anyway.
Alex let out a loud groan and the two dragging him dropped him to the floor.
"The kids gonna barf" One of them said. He had a italian accent and smelled heavily of aftersave.
" Well let him. Its your fault anyway. You came him too much sedative to begin with. It could have paralized him" This time it was a accent Alex couldnt place. He found that his hands had now been un-cuffed.
A man bent down in front of Alex and pulled Alex up to meet his gaze. "Alex Rider what a pleasure it is too meet you. Miss Rothermon will be happy."
" Cant say i have the same pleasure" Alex stated. Bile rising in his stomach. "What the fuck did you give..." Alex threw up in a throaty convoltion, just missing the guys feet. "...me" He finished.
" We couldnt risk you running off. You seemed important to our leader and well a payrise would be nice" The guy laughed.
"Who says that i was gonna run off? Who says that i wasnt looking for you?" Alex moaned his head was sore and he wanted to curl up right there and go to sleep.
" Hmmm intreasting theory Rider." He stood back up and nodded to the italian behind him. They begun to pick him up and thats when Alex relised that they were in a yard and at the end of the yard stood a grand building.
It was huge. It was littered with windows, all holding steady glows from either fires or lighting. The building was outlined in the moon and made it look inpersonating but at the same time an inpersonating beauty.
A door opened and two men came out and made there way over to us. The both had guns. Alex could see the bulge of the holter.
"Who is this? And what buisness do you hae here? Rothermon will not be happy."
"She will when she sees who we have brought."
The two guys turned their attention to me and eyed me surspicioiusly. As did I.
" Just take us to her or take him to her and get him to explain but at the moment we all know about people watching"
The guys thought about this for a moment before nodding to his partner.
"We will take the boy. You need to get back to your posts. You know that is vital that people dont surspect anything." The man shook his head and grabbed Alexs arm. Alex jerked away moaning.
" I dont see how this.."He montioned to Alex "...Is important to Her. Hes a teenager. What 15-16."
"Just take him and tell her who exactly brought him"
The other attempted to grab Alex and Alex let him. the lead him into the house and sat him down in a chair infront of a large wood burning fire. One of them left. Obviously getting their boss.
Alex could feel the warmth of the fire and the softness of the chair and the growing darkness that was rising in him. Soon it would over take him and there would not be anything he could do. So he settled deeper into the chair and let himself begin to drift. Soon the darkness came and Alex felt no more.
He dreamt of the cold. Unsettling images of Harold sayle. Yassens being shot in the chest. He didnt often dream about them but when he did he kew it was hard to ignore. He had killed people and watched people die. Ethier for him or just for torment.
He was deep in sleep. He knew this for sure. Images coming and going. Yassens final words lingered the most.
Go to venice. Find SCORPIA. Find your destiny.
Well here he was. In Venice still. Maybe? Finally found SCORPIA. He Yassen said this is how he found his destiny.
He was aware of a figure above him and forced himself to open his eyes. On a chair oppersite Alex sat a women. Alex guessed that this was the mens boss. They both looked ta each other in curiousty and recoil. Unsure what to make of each other.
Alex stayed silent.
She spoke first. "Alex Rider?"
Alex nodded in responce. Unsure how to react the women. She didnt look very powerful but as Alex had learnt looks werent all that they showed.
She let out a small laugh. "Ohhh splendid. I didnt think i'd see the day. Your a very hard boy to get."
Alex allowed himself to play along and let slip a small smile. "I know. Let me guess your the one in charge here."
She still smiled "And the rest. Lets say i'm a very powerful women to know"
"Bet you have a name to."
"Ohh sorry. Julie Rothermon" She offered no hand and Alex was happy with that. the less contact the more comfortable he felt.
"So Alex Rider, tell me what you want with us?"
"I needed answers" He replied bluntly.
"Ahhh answers you say and waha makes you think we have the right answers you seek?"
"I got told to come and find you and find out. Your the ones that decide i get the answers. I just seeking them"
"Well then Rider. Tell me this." She leant forward "Who are you"
"Thats what i want to know" He also leant forward. Their faces inches apart. He could now see that she had dark eyes and a smooth complection but also very tanned. A heavy smell of perfume came off her. She seemed baffled at his answer for a moment and then regained her composture. Her small eyes narrowing.
"Clever. Then tell me who you were."
Alex smiled. "I am Alex Sarov adopted son of Presisdent Alexi Sarov of Russia. I was the former son of John Rider but Just known to me. I am also the boilogical son of Russian assissian. Yassen Gregorovich and he told me you were intreasted..."
SO I FINALY FINISHED TO BE SAROV SON. HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND PLS KEEP REVEIWING. IM WORKING ON A SEQUEL. ALEX LIFE AS A ASSISSIAN. AGAIN SORRY IT TOOK SOOOOO LONG TO UPDATE.
FALLENANGELLUV :p