THIS IS AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER. DO NOT SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

Alex's eyes fluttered open. The rocket was scraping up against the rocky beach, swaying every moment a wave hit it. Alex groaned and looked at the sky. It was later in the evening, the sun was setting casting a beautiful purple and pink light show in the clouds. Alex guessed it was about 7, and he was starving. He looked around, trying to find any sign of plant life. The trees looked dead, there brown leaves hanging down and nearly touching the sandy ground. Alex looked up in disappointment. No food. He had already searched the rocket but found nothing.

He walked along the sandy beach, eyes scanning the landscape. Could there be any life out here? Hopefully, they have phones or something…

He continued walking, thinking on what he had done.

The MI6 are using me. They ruined everything, my uncle, Sab, my dad, me getting stranded and probably dieing… I will not accept whatever they offer me. They will not use me again…..ever.

The waves crashed along the beachside, taking a load of sand with them, back into the sea. Alex was still looking for anything to help him, but all he could find was a dirt trail that seemed to lead to nowhere. Alex took his chances, and followed the path that twisted up and beyond.

He was surprised by the time he got up to the top. There was a lush forest full of dark, green trees. A heavy mist hung in the air. Alex looked around. There were a couple of huts perched on the hillside, no sign of life what-so-ever. Alex continued further down the trail. The dirt path had turn into a thin layer of mud, his feet sloshing around. Then he realized something. He wasn't in Africa.

He was on a small island filled with dense trees. The outer rim was full of sand while the middle was full of trees. Alex continued forward, hiking through the jungle.

It had been over 15 years since his daughter's death. Her death was kept secret from the public, and buried in private. And there was a good reason.

He was a member of the most powerful anti-government group, called D.E.A.D,

Death, Educated, Assassination, Destruction. He was pissed, I mean pissed when he found out his daughter died. To make it worse, the bank was controlled by a governmental soldier, and he gave the order to kill the girl. He also knew it wasn't her who was going to rob the bank. She was a sweet girl, and never knew about her father's business. There was only one thing he had on his mind.

Revenge.

Alex Climbed the trail, observing the trees. Huge, plump coconuts dangled from the trees, it was food, but it was about 20 feet in the air and Alex couldn't get it. The rest of the trail had disappeared, probably worn out over time. He could go into the densest part of the forest, were there was a lot of food, enough to probably keep him alive for his whole life. But Alex wasn't going to live here. He was going back.

The plane left at 8:00 P.M. sharp, and started boarding at 7:40. Alan Blunt had enough suitcases to bring everything he owned, but he just took every thing that was "needed." Blunt glanced at his watch. 7:26. He was at the airport terminal, not one you would expect, it was actually underground. He and another "agent" were there, the only ones there. They actually took a regular 727, so it wouldn't raise any suspicion about the secret organizations. The only thing different was there was a smuggling port in it, which were inside every seat. It wasn't a very big space, but at least no one checked there.

Another agent stepped into the room. He had long, black hair that was combed to the side. But something was suspicious. Something was missing…..but he couldn't find out what it was. Dumbstruck, he looked away. He should have kept his eyes on him. A faint PSHHHT echoed the room. The agent sitting down fell forward, a wide hole went through his head, turning the sides of his head crimson read. Then he felt the cold steel of a heavy metal object. It was a gun.