DISCLAIMER:
I have no intention of getting sued so right off the bat; I don't own any of these characters except the ones I create. I don't own Alex Rider or any of that junk. And by the way please don't sue me.
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CHAPTER ONE: Nameless Victim
The monitor waved up and down spiking near the top of the machine and slamming back down. Tubes and pumps gently pumped in and out. This hospital was like nothing in the entire world, it was specially made for M16 operatives. The doctors didn't ask questions and didn't give answers to anyone about what they did. Though they often wondered, whom they were helping, and how they got that way.
But for Dr. Klein this had never happened before. A fourteen-year-old boy lay in the bed barely breathing. A large blood stained bandage was strapped to his chest. Doctor Klein looked at the boy, fair-haired with stern brown eyes and a serious mouth. His eyes though closed told much about him. He had seen more than any child should have.
The doctor filled in the blanks on the sheet. Nodding and checking, to make sure he was correct.
Extent of Injury: Victim was shot with a sniper bullet in the chest, exactly three inches from his heart. It missed all vital organs. The victim had stopped breathing for 7 minutes and all un-oxygenated blood has been cycled out. The victim is now in a comatose state and it is unsure when he will revive. Scar from wound is permanent. Blood flow has decreased and wound has been healing normally.
This was the last section he had to fill in, he wasn't putting every detail, it was late,and he just wanted to go home. He had left a few certain details absent. He didn't know this kids name or any family to contact. He knew what kind of person this was, he wasn't just any M16 secretary, and this was a secret agent.
Doctor Klein had left and filed his paperwork, and left. He wasn't allowed to have a briefcase if anyone stumbled onto this more than one person would pay. Every room was locked and the security cameras circled the area at a one hundred and eighty degree angle. The beep of the machinery was constant, soothing, a lullaby of the dead. Down the hall at room 327, lay the young nameless spy, the convulsions of the respirator quickened, the breathing became heavier, his heart rate increased. Suddenly his eyes flashed open, he was sweating heavily. Ye pulled the tubes and began breathing on his own. Alex Rider had awoken.
He pulled himself out of bed and stood up. He stretched pulling his arms up. He looked down and noticed the blood stained bandage. What had happened? Where am I? Alex struggled to remember; all he knew was that he was walking out of MI6 HQ, inconspicuously disguised as Royal & General Bank; when he felt a punch in his back, he fell and looked. He saw his mother and father, for the first time he clearly saw them. And then he woke up here. Had he passed out…had he died? He tugged at the bandage and pulled it off with a groan. There was a circle on his chest, he had been shot.
He looked around, he found a shirt on the chair and put it on, he looked out he window in the door. He had to get out; he had to find something, to make a little sense of this. For once he actually wanted to see Mr. Blunt and Ms. Jones the heads of MI6's Special Operations.