See, this is the problem with tryng to do too many stories at the same time. You loose track of which one you need to work on. I'm working on two fics on this site, and two full original stories on another site, and I seem to have put this story in the back of my mind. So sorry guys! Okay, anyway, here' the next chapter! Hope you guys like it! Oh, and also thanks to everyone who reviewed. I love you guys!

Her body was on fire. That was the only logical explanation.

"This is what happens to those who don't listen. Don't obey." A voice hissed, snakelike in her ear. A hand ran itself through her hair, down her cheek and around to the back of her neck. She shivered involuntarily. Okay, so maybe she wasn't on fire. Who knows. Except the guy who was touching her. She managed to open her eyes a crack, and exhaled slowly. It was the man she'd been with in that bar. Isidor her mind told her. She closed her eyes again.

Harry. Guys. She pleaded silently. Please find me.

Alex glanced up at the large house set on the cliff above his head. How did I get here? He asked himself, then shook his head. That didn't really matter. With a smile, he slid his mobile out of his pocket, and flipped it open. He held it up, and typed in the number 22. After a second, the screen went black. Then it showed a picture of the mansion, and Alex pressed the zoom button. It zoomed in over a hundred times, and he could now clearly see the armed guards. He pulled a pair of ear buds out of his pocket, and plugged them in. He could now hear the guards talking. In Russian.

"Demetri is crazy!" Alex frowned, wishing he'd paid more attention in class. Since he already knew German, Spanish and French, those classes would have been too easy. So he'd opted for Russian.

"Crazy. That little spy is more trouble than she's worth."

"Ah, but you forget." Alex heard a sound off to his right, and glanced over. "The girl insulted Demetri. She betrayed him." Alex heard the sound again, and figured he'd heard enough of the conversation. They were more than likely talking about Lindsay. Why was it so hard for them to find her? The house was right near the resort. That couldn't have been a coincidence, and it wasn't in the file he was given. In the morning, Harry was going to get an earful.

"But if you look here, at the file, then-" Harry began. The door flew open, and Alex strode in. "Alex! What a surprise!" Alex's dark eyes were alight with an internal fire, fueled by his anger. Harry's eyes widened as his eyes took in Alex's stance. "Can we help you?"

"You know where she is." He said. The woman Harry had been talking with shifted her weight nervously. Harry blinked at Alex a few times, but made no other move.

"Yes."

"Then why did you need me?" Harry turned to the others in the room, and gave a nod. Without a word, everyone else left the room. Alex waited for Harry to start talking, but he didn't. "Why do you need me?" He asked again. Harry looked up at him, and was silent for another beat.

"We know her general location." He replied. "But what we don't know is how to get her out. We can't afford it either."

"You can't afford it?" Alex asked in shock.

"No. It could damage our investigation." He replied, his face darkening.

"Damn your investigation!" Alex exclaimed. Harry's expression didn't change. "A girl's life is at risk here, and you are talking about damaging your investigation!"

"Why don't you have a seat Alex?"

"I am not going to have a seat!" Four years of pent up frustration against the government was spewing out. Grated, he was shouting at the wrong government, but right now he didn't care. They were using him just as easily as Blunt had. "All you care about is your bloody investigation!" Now normally Alex didn't use the word 'bloody' because it was such an overused word in American movies. Annoying really.

Harry rose out of his seat. "Officially, I cannot go after her. Unofficially, I can give you whatever help you need! Unofficially, I don't give a shit about this investigation if it means endangering Lindsay's life!" Alex stopped yelling, and the anger seeped out of him. Harry wasn't the one he was mad at, and there was absolutely no reason to be. "Her Uncle sent you here to help us go in after her. The running around today was merely an exercise."

"Your little followers aren't very good at hiding." He retorted, and dropped into a chair, folding his arms over his chest. Harry smirked.

"I'll have to have a word with them about that."

"It also probably didn't help me remain inconspicuous." Alex remarked, and Harry shrugged.

"It was necessary. Now, I have a plan for getting her out, I just can't do it. I'm far too old." Alex narrowed his eyes. "It's dangerous. Orlov's mansion is a fortress. Here's the blueprints." He unrolled a roll of paper. Alex spent a good half an hour studying them before either of them spoke again.

"This looks impossible." He said. Harry smirked.

"Nearly. If you get through this alive, we should put in a call to the IMF." He said, and chuckled. Alex stared at Harry, who sighed, rubbing his temples. "It's the organization Ethan Hunt works for in the Mission Impossible movies?" Alex smirked.

"I the first one a few times, but after I started working for MI6, it just seemed too fake." Harry just laughed.

Alex bit his lip as he stood up in the tree. He felt ridiculous, but Harry had insisted. He was wearing all black. Black pants that were far too tight for his tastes, a skintight black shirt, and a black hat. The hat he didn't have a problem with, because on a starless night like tonight, his blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His hand slid over his shoulder to his pack. He pulled out the iPod from Smithers, and turned it on. He held it up, and looked at the screen. Two figures in varying shades of red, orange, and yellow meandered through it. He slowly swept it in a circle around himself. Three more guards. Not a problem. He reached into his back, and pulled out what appeared to be a .9 mm police issue handgun. He ejected the magazine and smirked. Stun darts. Just like he'd insisted. Harry had wanted to give him a real gun, but Alex had refused. He wasn't out to kill people. Keeping the iPod out, he changed the song, and it now showed him where all of the security systems were, and lasers were blue lines of light on the screen. He avoided them all, slipping into the mansion undetected. He stuck the iPod back into his pack, and pulled out his mobile. He put in one ear bud, and moved it around in a circle. Though Harry did have the blueprints for the place, he didn't know where Lindsay was being held. That part was up to Alex.
Sorry it's a little short, and I'll try to update sooner, rather than later.