OMG!!! I am so very sorry!!! It seems that my sources were incorrect and book six: Ark Angel may not be a prequel after all. Btw, you can pre-order book six off of Amazon.uk…kind of expensive though, after shipping it's around 24 U.S. dollars. My mom won't let me get it….life sucks….

Anyways, thank you so much for the reviews, Cereal Box (hope u won't mind the nickname, Honey Nut Loop) and Bacon! About the breaks…well…I did add one when I typed chapter 5 on Microsoft…I guess it disappeared when I uploaded it. I'll be working on it!

From Cornwall to Cuba, Venice to France, Alex Rider has traveled far and wide as a spy for MI6, facing danger and death at every turn. But in his last mission, fighting the criminal organization, Scorpia, Alex appeared to have finally met his match. In the thrilling sequel to "Scorpia", find out the answer to the question on everyone's lips - "Will Alex Rider live to fight another day?"

That's the "summary" Amazon gave Ark Angel. Now for the fanfic:

There was an awkward silence in the room as Mrs. Jones poured some tea into two paper cups and handed one to Alex. Alex surveyed the nasty looking, and bad-smelling contents. For a moment he wondered if the cheap tea may have been poisoned. As if reading his thoughts, Mrs. Jones gave him a wry smile and assured him that the contents were not drugged in any way. Another silence filled the room. Finally, Mrs. Jones spoke.

"Alex," she began," You probably already know this, from what Blunt had told you, that Scorpia is proving to be quite…well, they are living up to their name. We have sent in an agent, but they have outsmarted us, and possibly eliminated that agent. He was one of our best too, and almost as experienced as you. We had left Scorpia alone for too long, and now, as Blunt believes, YOU are the only way we can eradicate Scorpia."

"The last time I saw Blunt he seemed rather desperate…or mad…" muttered Alex.

Mrs. Jones did not respond, but started unwrapping another peppermint, avoiding Alex's gaze.

"I've already told you guys" said Alex, "that I don't want to work for you. I'm just curious about Scorpia."

Mrs. Jones sighed.

"Even we don't have extensive files on Scorpia, Alex. Most of the information we have from them come from your father. Scorpia, we believe, was started sometime before the end of the Cold War in the 80s. Originally, there were twelve founders, around half of them are alive today. You already know what Scorpia stands for, right?" Mrs. Jones glanced at Alex, who nodded.

Mrs. Jones continued. "Again, the MI6 is unclear at how much damage Scorpia has done exactly over the past two decades. We know they have corrupted governments and killed many, but the details are unclear…and classified. Many times, we have attempted to plant agents into Scorpia's midst to gather information from them, and destroy them. These agents include your father, John Rider, and three others, Garek Mitanso, Florence Kippering, and the agent that was sent weeks ago. Unfortunately, all four are dead."

"I don't understand. Why didn't the MI6 try to eliminate Scorpia earlier when they were weaker and more unstable? Why don't you people just bomb the training center on Malagosto?" Alex asked, unable to keep the interest out of his voice.

"We planted the agents as an attempt to stop Scorpia. You already know how slow MI6 can act, Alex. The heads of Scorpia were all incredibly wealthy people who had power, so we couldn't arrest them. There was never even ENOUGH evidence gathered to know all their identities, or to accuse them. As for Malagosto, it would be a terrible scandal to destroy it. The Italian government knows what it's used for, of course, but even they can't bomb it without reason. There would be, as always, an enormous outcry from the public. From what you told us about the training center, the controllers of Scorpia are rarely there anyway."

"Who's the agent that was sent in two weeks ago?" inquired Alex. "Why won't you mention his name?"

The second-in-command would not look at Alex. "The agent's name was David Hyndling. You may know him better as Wolf."

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There was a knock on the door. Dr. Three looked up and frowned. "Enter" he commanded. Gordon Ross, the technical and shooting instructor from Malagosto entered. He seemed a bit intimidated by Dr. Three, but showed no other signs of fear, nervousness, or emotion. In his hands he held some files.

"I have some bad news. Our satellite has just discovered that Alex Rider is still very much alive." Ross said, grimly.

Dr. Three's eyes narrowed. "WHAT?" he shouted. Ross backed up a few inches, Dr. Three seemed furious enough to kill a man, and Dr. Three knew how to make death quick…and painful. Hurriedly, Ross dropped the files onto Dr. Three's desk. The papers spilled out, the top layers had pictures showing a slightly-built boy with dark hair and green eyes entering a building, and some bone analysis results.

"The picture was taken by the Satellite this morning. The boy was entering the Bristol headquarters of MI6. We enlarged the picture and Steiner performed some bone analysis. Possibility of error is at 98, but we are pretty sure it's Alex Rider."

Dr. Three shifted through the files, and tossed them back at Ross.

"Unfortunately, 98 isn't good enough Mr. Ross. Please contact me once again when you are 100 sure."

Ross nodded and exited the room. Fast.

Dr. Three picked up a cell phone. It contained only one button, and he pressed it.

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Alex felt slightly numb. Wolf. It was true the man had made hell even worse than him before, but Wolf had also saved his life…and Alex had saved Wolf's career. Anger simmered though Alex mixed with small bits of grief.

"Why did you send him?" he demanded, "Weren't the three other agents good enough?! How many lives does it take to show you people that the method you were trying DOESN'T WORK?"

Alex stopped yelling. His throat hurt. He wasn't going to waste anymore of his precious breath or energy on these people. He tried some of the tea. Urgh.

Mrs. Jones remained silent. She had been the one to send the man to his death, like so many others. The hush was broken by Alex, who cursed under his breath…and did it again, just because it made him feel slightly better. He thought about getting up to leave, but his curiosity kept him glued to the uncomfortable chair. Alex changed the subject.

"What happened to your children?" Alex asked. He had given up on politeness.

Mrs. Jones flinched, but he didn't care. The woman deserved it.

"You saw the picture…in my apartment."

Alex nodded. "Blunt said they were taken."

Mrs. Jones flinched again. "I'm surprised he told you that much."

Alex said nothing, but looked at the woman expectantly.

"My children…" she faltered, the subject was obviously hard for her to bring up, "Samuel was seven, and Eileen was five when it happened. I wasn't home that day. I was at work. By that time, I was already working for MI6, and rising in the ranks. I was commanding a project called: Horizon, involving some terrorists. They….they found out where I lived and went to my house…the house I lived in back then. They killed my husband, and took my Samuel and Eileen hostage. The MI6 tried their best to free them, but they wouldn't tell me what was happening, what the terrorists were demanding. In the end…in the end, they…killed Samuel and Eileen…and videotaped it. They were…tortured to death…" Her voice cracked.

Alex felt a little guilty. He didn't think it would be that bad. He opened his mouth to murmur something about how sorry he was, but what came out was: "Do you think the terrorists were linked to Scorpia?"

Mrs. Jones looked up at him, her eyes were sad; they met his. Her eyes became blank again, a dark abyss of….Alex didn't know of what.

"It is possible, and that was a suspicion. We never found any proof either. Nor were the terrorists responsible for this ever brought to justice." Her voice sounded strangely bitter.

Alex was disgusted. Not just from the fate of her children, but at Mrs. Jones herself.

"How can you still WORK for them?!" he demanded. He met the woman's dark eyes. Grief vibrated from them, and also determination…but no shame.

"MI6 tried their best…I'm sure they did. I had no other life left. How else could I hunt down my family's killers? What better way to track them down, but remain working for MI6?"

Alex sprang up, and sprinted for the exit. He did not stop until he was far, far away from the headquarters. Sick, this is what this world and the people in it were, he thought. Sick.

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An emergency meeting was taking place. The heads of Scorpia were all silent in thought. Picasso was going as planned, but the discovery of Alex Rider was most disturbing, most disturbing. Finally, a bald man with a rather comical looking goatee spoke.

"Lure the Rider boy here. We will make him pay for what he had done, and if the timing is right, let him watch the results of Picasso."

Dr. Three smiled. "An excellent idea Mr. Kowalski. In fact, why not let Rider experience Picasso first hand before I lay my hands on him? He will be the key to the destruction of…the MI6 or the CIA…."