Hey, people! I am so sorry I haven't updated in forever! I've been so busy with school and all! Got to keep those grades up! So far, Alex is about to be blown up along with some very important people, Cat and the spies have been captured again, and Alex is really mad…fun, fun, fun! Well, no more dawdling! Here's the next chapter of Operation: Big Bang!!!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Alex Rider or any of Anthony Horowitz's stuff!! I do, however, own Cat, Ivan, Heather, and all the bad guys…oh, and Petrosky and his kids!!

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Cat woke up with an enormous headache and a queasy stomach. She sat up and tried to rub her eyes, but her hands wouldn't budge. She tugged at the handcuffs binding her hands behind her back.

"Nuts!" she growled. She surveyed the small room they were in. There was no furniture, but there was a window. She walked up to it and studied the small opening. She gasped as she realized they were a few leagues away from the Prime Minister's boat, and the window was too small to climb out of.

"Oh, no." she whispered to herself.

"Yeah, we're in England." came Ivan's voice. Cat whipped her head around to face Ivan. She smiled and walked over to him. He smiled. "You okay, kid?"

"Let's just say that busting drug dealers was a whole lot easier." she laughed.

"Yeah, but from what I heard," Heather said sitting up straight, "is when you get mixed up with Alex Rider, this is bound to happen." she smiled.

"Alex!" Cat choked. She recalled Skinner dragging him out of the room just before she got knocked out, and now Alex wasn't on the boat with them! She looked frantically around.

No Alex.

But there was someone else. Three some ones, actually. Tim, Katrina, and Petrosky were all lying unconscious on the ground. Cat bit her lip and walked over to the three bodies. She poked Tim in the ribs with her boot.

"Ugnh." he mumbled before looking up at her. "Gina?"

"Hey,"

"What's going on?" came Katrina's voice. She had just woken up along with her brother and father. Petrosky sighed. He knew all to well what happened.

"I'm so sorry." he said, tears falling down his face.

"It's to late for sorries," Cat huffed. "because right now, we need to find a way out of here."

"What's going on?" Katrina and Tim said together. Cat sighed and sat down across from them.

"Let me tell you a little story about me and ummm, Richard…"

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Alex growled as the box he was in was slammed down onto the deck. The smell of fish and salt water assaulted his nose, but he dared not to make any sound. Shooter was all to ready to pull that trigger and kill Alex.

The box lifted again. Alex shook again. Where were they putting him? The box was slammed down again.

I bet that's Skinner holding the stupid box, Alex thought bitterly. He hated that man. He hated Crais, he hated Shooter, and he REALLY loathed Alan Blunt for sending him on this stupid mission. But there was no time for evil thoughts towards those people. The box had been set down for the last time. Alex lifted his legs in an angle and readied himself. He heard some men shuffling around outside the crate; the sound of a crowbar being lifted whispered in Alex's ear. He smiled to himself. 3...2...1--

The lid flew open and Alex's feet flew upwards connecting with soft flesh and crunching bone. Several men hurried over and snatched Alex up out of the crate. The teen looked around for who he had hit. He smiled as he saw Skinner holding his nose, blood leaking out of the cracks in his hands.

"You wittle jewk!" he growled, his nose making his words awkward. Alex smiled and shrugged.

"You asked for it."

"Oh, just wet me kiwl him now, Cwaus!" he growled. Alex's head darted this way and that looking for Crais. Unfortunately, he found him. Actually, he felt him. Crais laid a cold hand on Alex's neck and squeezed.

"Not now, Skinner. You can kill his friends later." Crais calmly stated. Skinner harrumphed, but kept quiet.

"Get. Off. Me." Alex said, gritting his teeth. Crais squeezed once more, just to irritate him. He walked in front of Alex and smiled.

"So, Alex, when I talked to you about joining me, you denied me."

"Yeah, and you said that you were going to kill me. No more chances. Am I right?"

"Well, you would be, but you've proved useful to me again."

"So basically your telling me the offer's still open?"

"I guess so." Alex heard Skinner growl at that. The teen spy almost said "yes" just to irritate Skinner, but he thought better of it.

"No. That's my final answer. I don't work for psychopaths. I already told you that."

"Hmm, your choice." Crais shrugged. "Tie him up there, please." he said pointing to a pillar standing in the middle of the room. Alex was dragged to the spot. The four men bound his hands behind him and tied the C-4 to his feet. Alex stared down fearfully at the packages at his feet. That was enough to blow up two houses…or a yacht full of important people.

"Well," Crais continued as his men stepped back from a bound, rather unhappy, Alex. "I think that should hold you. You really are going to be 'the bomb' at this party." he humorously joked. Alex raised an eyebrow.

"I really can't believe that's the joke you're leaving me with. That was awful." Alex cringed. Crais rolled his eyes and motioned for the rest of the men to leave.

"Skinner, you and Shooter go to the boat with the other spies. I'll take another boat."

"Yed, tir." Skinner mumbled, his nose still bleeding.

"Be sure to take care of that, Skinner!" Alex yelled out as the man left. Alex shook his head as he heard Skinner yell out obscenities.

"Quite a vocabulary he's got." Crais mumbled to himself.

"I hate to agree with you, but it is rather colorful." Alex and Crais said, still staring at the door. The mad man shook his head and looked back at Alex. He calmly walked over to the teen and plugged something into the bomb. Alex gulped as he heard a beeping noise.

A timer.

"Well, Alex, this bomb will go off in less than three minutes. The Prime Minister, the Parliament, and even the President of the United States is here! How wonderful is that?"

Alex coughed in amazement. "The President! What?"

"Oh, the President is just a bonus! Ha! How wonderful is that!" Crais laughed. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat, my boy, but I don't want to be here when that little thing goes off! Goodbye, chap!" And that was all. He just left.

Alex winced as he burnt his skin. That was close. A buzzing noise sounded in the room and Alex winced again.

"Stupid lasers!" he cursed as he burnt himself again. "At least I haven't cut my bloody hand off." he thought gratefully. In less than five seconds, all the chains had fallen away. Alex turned off the laser.

"Thank you, Smithers!" he sighed. He grabbed the still ticking bomb and dove out a small porthole. He held the bomb above his head and swam towards a small boat. Water splashed in his face and salt stung his eyes, but he kept swimming.

Alex heard the boom of music and the murmur of voices on the yacht. He had to save these people…again.

Alex swam faster to the small boat with a figure standing on it. Two minutes left! Alex silently crawled onto the boat and silently set the package down. He folded his arms across his chest and waited. A small beep went off. The figure straightened.

"Hullo, Crais! Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?"

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Uh, oh! Only two minutes left on that bomb! Will Alex get rid of it in time? What's his plan of action!?! How will he save his friends!!! (cue dramatic music) Find the answers to these questions and more on the next chapter of Operation: Big Bang!!!! Ha! Well, read and review, and fans…a little note for you guys…tell me what story you want me to write next. I have a selection of ideas on my profile! Thanks!!!