"I'm going to be honest with you. This is absolutely, without any doubt the worst rescue mission I've seen."
Ian deadpanned as he watched Sirius' face turn a brilliant shade of pink.
Don't get him wrong, Ian was pleased someone at least tried but who in their sane mind came into a situation like this with no plan, no backup, and having informed no one of where they were going?
The only other person Ian knew- in his whole life- who charged into danger like this was John and all his self thought plans usually had ended with both brothers in the hospital for weeks on end, which was why Ian had personally thrown a party the moment Helen had decided to take over all planning for John- There were only so many times a man could end up in that damnable place before he considered killing his brother.
Never once had Ian considered that, somewhere out there, someone else could ever be as reckless as his brother once was but now the man knew he had been wrong.
Wouldn't John be proud to know that his legacy of reckless endangerment and bull headed 'As I Go' planning lived on in a man so very much like him?
Okay, fine he admitted it. Maybe he should have thought this out a bit more instead of recklessly charging in with the plan of 'Acquire Ian and Leave'.
Though at the time it had seemed perfect: Break in, Grab Ian, Break Out. Easy, simple, done.
Shame his lovely Helen wasn't there to point out the truck size- or in this case Yassen size- hole in his plan and design a better one. If she had then maybe they would be here; hanging over a vat of what John was almost certain of sulfuric acid by a rather strong rope yet easily breakable rope.
Still, on the Bright Side he had acquired his brother.
On the other hand, Yassen looked about ready to dunk them both into the vat and Sirius had still yet to come up with a way out of here that wouldn't land them both in the Medbay for a month or two.
There was no doubt in Yassen Gregorovich's mind, this 'Sirius' was a complete and utter idiot-who else in their sane mind told the enemy their plans, the man really needed to work on his planning skill; and then asked said enemy for aid in making them the acceptable adjustments to them?- through wither that was his true self or a façade had yet to be seen.
Though judging from Rider's rather annoyed but accepting look it was highly unlikely this was a façade.
He had half a mind to just dunk the two in the rather unstable, flesh eating potion and do the world a favor while being rid of his rather unacceptable... issue concerning the spy. No spy, no issue.
Yet he couldn't, sure he could probably dunk this 'Sirius' without a second thought or regret- he'd probably get a metal for it- but the man was bound to his little spy...God damn it, he meant the annoying fucker of a spy.
Not his.
Never his.
He did not want Rider and he laid no possessive claim to the man.
He just refused to dunk the man into the vat with that idiot of a recuse. The man deserved more then that...
More torture- Da, that's it- then a quick ending like that. He deserved to suffer and no quick ending would see to that.
He wanted Rider alive so the other could suffer, not to keep the other close to him. It was completely coincidentally that his house was the best suited place.
He did not want to the spy here so that the man would have to rely on him and he could use that tie- and need -to grow closer to the smaller.
Nyet, not at all.
What ever give anyone that idea?
Vacation.
A scowl fount it was to Ash's face as he calmly walked out of Scorpia under the cover of the moonless sky.
Yassen Gregorovich was currently on vacation.
He had broken into the Terrorist's Headquarters in hopes of Gregorovich's current home being listed on the Track Form- a Futile gesture really. Even he knew from first glance the address listed was a bluff- yet he hadn't left empty handed. The file didn't tell much but it told enough.
Gregorovich had been on an untimed vacation ever since the disappearance of Alex Rider and Jack Starbright.
A coincidence? The man highly doubted it.
As John Rider once put it 'There was no such thing as coincidences in their line of work.'
The timeline was a perfect match and the only true option the man could see- How MI6 missed such an obvious show was beyond him- Yassen Gregorovich had Alex Rider and likely Jack Starbright as well.
Yet if his theory proved right, they wouldn't be alone with the man.
Chuckling softly, the man shock his head.
He was going to have to save the whole damn family wasn't he?
"You know, I think he likes you."
Deep brown eyes couldn't help but look at the man next to him in disbelief.
"Pardon me?"
"Gregorovich, I think he's got a crush on you."
"That's preposterous. Gregorovich has no such thing. I'm pretty sure the only thing he wants to crush is me."
A grin split the dark haired man's face as he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Yeah, in his bed. "
A deep thundering laughter filled the room as the smaller man choked on air.
"Keep your delusions to yourself!"
"Ian allow you to introduce you to my friend. Ian this is Denial. Denial this is Ian. I'm sure you two know each other very well. "
"I am not in denial! The only thing Gregorovich holds for me is hate, complete and utter hatred. Nothing more, nothing less. "
"Sure~ And I guessing you two just threw yourselves about in the kitchen while trying to strip each other out of utter hatred. "
Ian could feel his face heat up- wither from embarrassment or anger though, he couldn't quite tell.
"We were not stripping each other. I told you, nothing happened. We were fighting, nothing more. "
"Fighting? You know my Dad called it 'Getting Acquainted on a structural level'. Though I suppose to each their own."