Chapter 1 – Jane Summers

Alex sat there in a cold damp corner of the cell staring at the grey wall in front of him and sitting on a pile of hay wearing just a white top and black pants – all his gadgets the lots had been taken away from him. A mysterious man, called Daggon, had captured him. Daggon always wore black clothes including black sunglasses. Alex had been in the cell for nearly a week surviving on just what they gave him (bread and water). He was now weak and doing nothing but trying to remember what it was like to be happy, safe and what it was like just being kid before he became an agent 1 year ago…

The silver metal cell doors opened and banged against the door. Alex looked up to see what they wanted. Come to interrogate me again he thought. But they did not open the doors for him, no. Two men in black looked at Alex and smiled at him in a very sly way. A third man then came in holding a girl in his arms. She had cuts and bruisers all over her and her head had a big gash in it and were pouring blood out that was slowly moving down her cheek and onto her orange tank top that was dirty. The man put her in the opposite corner of Alex and lay her on another pile of hay. He looked at Alex and Alex looked at him.

"If she isn't awake by 4pm tomorrow, we're killing her. Even if she wakes up during us killing her or not," said the man and then the three men walked out of the cell, slamming the metal door behind them, making a loud banging sound. Alex heard the men laughing as they slowly walked away. He then looked at the girl lying in the right hand corner. She looked dead, as if she was in a deep sleep trying to get out of it. He walked over to her and sat neck to her with his back against the wall and placing her head on his lap. Stroking her hand he spotted a silver bracelet on her right arm. On the bracelet was the name Jane. He presumed it was her name. He then ripped a bit of his white dirty top off and grabbed his water. He wet the rag, placed it on her cuts and the gash on her head and soaked up all the blood. For the first time in a week he smiled.He lay there for hours, with her head on his lap, soaking up all the blood and wrapping up her left wrist up – for it looked broken. He feel asleep - after he had done all his could – with her in his arms, trying to keep her warm.

When she woke up at last she sat there frozen for she couldn't remember anything. Then warmth hit her and she turned around to find Alex with his arms around her. She got up and walked in circles until he finally woke up.

"Your awake," he said startled with a smile on his face. She smiled back, looking

into his eyes.

"Why what's wrong? Where am I? Who are you?" she asked sitting next to him.

"Nothings wrong now. They said, the guys in black, said that if you didn't wake by 4pm tomorrow, well today by the looks of it the suns coming up, anyway they said if you didn't wake by four they would kill you. I don't know where I am either besides we're captured and in a cell. I'm Alex Rider," He said taking a breather after it.

"I've read about you, your that great young spy guy," she said shaking hands with Alex.

"I am really a great spy. A great spy wouldn't get captured and put in a place like this." Said Alex. There was silence for a moment but it was broken. "Who are you anyway?"

"Oh I'm Jane Summers, I work for well I'm not suppose to say but I'm a spy aswell, not a very good one this was like my 3rd mission." Replied Jane. The looked into each others eyes and as Alex was about to ask Jane something, the metal doors opened again. They both looked to see who it was. Two men came into.

"Jane Summers, the boss wants you," said one of them. Jane got up and pulled a confused face and followed the men to a room, leaving Alex in the cold cell alone.