Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider.
Alex felt his carefully constructed shell cracking. The days wore on with a monotony that was only interrupted by his missions. For a few days at a time, it was as if he were living life in colour, when the rest of his time was spent in black and white. His thinly painted veneer chipped more every day.
He pretended to hate what he had to do. But Alex couldn't help the fact that he felt the most alive on his missions. He couldn't help the fact that this job was sucking him into a world he would never escape.