AN: chapter 12! Enjoy. I've been getting so many great reviews I can't believe it so this chapter is dedicated to every single person who has been kind and thoughtful enough to review. THANK YOU.

Disclaimer: I am not Anthony Horowitz, oh well…


Alex… it hurts… Alex, Alex…


Cameron had only woken up once; before I talked to Cub, and when he did the only thing he had managed to do was scream and cry out that it hurt. I've done my best and he will be okay, unless some of those cuts get infected then I won't be able to do anything for him.

I hope Cub is alright. I know I did the right thing telling him to leave, if he hadn't he would have been caught and hurt even more then he is now and that wouldn't be good, I don't know how he is even standing let alone fighting well enough to knock out a fully grown man with the sort of injuries he has but if he doesn't rest and get medical attention soon his bones will have healed to much for them to ever heal properly.

This darkness that I have had to endure is irritating, I want the fresh air and the feel of the sun on my skin, instead I have to sit and inhale bugs and cringe away from the sound of the diseased ridden rats who seem to share this cell with me and the boy.

Oh god I hope Cub is alright.


They had decided last night what they would do to cause a memorable bang at the school. A bomb was too ordinary; much too predictable and not much fun, they had made a list of all the possible things they could do… not literally they didn't need to provide more evidence for the authorities if they were caught, not that they thought they were going to be; hell no they were far to good for that to be a possibility but they were not stupid, just one piece of incriminating evidence ending up in the wrong hands and they could be blackmailed thoroughly before they could find out who did it and make them pay for it in more then money.

Their plans were almost ready they were just finishing tying up any loose ends; literally tying up that is, Bailey grinned as he heard a panicked shriek from behind him, it seemed like Cade was having some fun, maybe he should go join in, the rest of this could wait until later… yes, definitely time for a play break.

He got to his feet and stretched the muscles in his back casually unstrapping his freshly sharpened dagger from it's sheath and throwing it up in the air before catching it again by it's point. Cades' laughter rang out from the next room as Bailey opened the door.


Peter sat in his car watching the sun set falling low in the sky as it turned orange and pink and red. His nerves were making him feel queasy and he wasn't sure why, he was an MI6 agent, he was trained to never look back and to always do what was right. He thought that perhaps it was because it was his son, his own flesh and bloods life on the line, or maybe it was because he knew their was a very high possibility he would be double crossed. Any way, it didn't matter he wasn't going to back out now, not when he had come so far and so close to getting Cameron back.

As the shadows ate up the outline of his car and the cool air breezed through his partially opened window another cars set of head lights blinded him momentarily before cutting off as the black car stilled.

A figure got out; its shape blurry in the shadow he knew would hide him from view now that the light was gone.

He opened his car door and stepped out. For Cameron…


The cupboard was starting to get stuffy, if he didn't get out soon he would probably run out of air. The sound of rushing footsteps had ended about two minutes ago but it was better to be safe then sorry so Alex had stayed hidden but now he had to get out of this stinking janitors closet.

Opening the door a little bit he listened for any sound at all that could be human,( he had already had two false alarms involving a mouse who lived in one of the many boxes that were crushed on the ground.) when he decided he was safe he opened the door fully and stumbled unceremoniously out of the tiny space. He once again cursed his tied up hands as he fell forward and landed on his face dangerously hard on his nose. His nose stung and his eyes watered as he heaved himself to his feet. Blinking to clear his vision he looked around. The place was deserted; good, slowly easing himself into a steady jogging pace as he fought to keep his muscles from bunching up too seriously from staying in that enclosed space for so long he yet again started down the corridor. The whole place was a maze the walls didn't change even the doors were evenly spaced and identical. He only knew he wasn't going around in circles because of the tiny 3 cm long numbers that were situated at the bottom of the wall next to each of the doors. They were slowly decreasing and he had already passed twenty doors he would very soon get to number one. Hopefully it was taking him away from danger and to the outskirts of the building and not taking him deeper into the depths of the sharks nest.


Cameron woke up, his eyes snapping open as he sat up too fast and his head spun, groaning; Alexs' name died on his lips as he started to feel the soreness his brain was projecting to him. A mans voice at first unfamiliar whispered to him from somewhere beside him. "Cameron you're really hurt at the moment they've beaten you pretty bad so it would be best if you didn't move at the moment, okay?" it was the Scottish man, good he was safe. His eyes closed and he drifted back to sleep as he wondered where Alex was.


AN: I know Snake is ooc but I'm not changing it, and I don't mean to sound mean or anything, but being trapped in a cell in the middle of enemy territory can really change a man you know.