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Summary: Alex Rider has learned that his uncle might not be dead, so he decides to break into a facility that MI6 owns and release prisoners. Yet while he is doing that MI6 decided to send him on a mission to take down SCORPIA, and a SAS member is already infiltrated, secrets unravel, and it is a game of Death.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider Characters, only my plot and the OC's I might add.
Chapter Quote: "Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost." – Lila Akita
Chapter 1: Star Wars
Alex Rider was sitting in his class at school, his laptop was open and if anyone could see his screen, they could tell he wasn't doing homework or taking note, no he was hacking into MI6 data base, he had a frown on his face, and his brown eyes flickered back and fourth.
"Alex," the teacher; Mr. Grey called his name and asked him to read the next question.
Alex looked around; he had been a bit busy with his MI6 work, it was incredibly important.
"Page 10," Tom Harris, his best mate whispered, nodding slightly Alex read out loud and stopped as Mr. Grey had decided it was enough.
"Alright class, you are dismissed and don't forget that the assignment I handed you last week is due next class, and for those who are behind consider getting a tutor, and Yes I mean Baston, Leo Kayla and Alex," he then walked to his side office and the students all left the room.
Tom lead him to the back doors, the black-haired boy had decided to take up smoking, Alex had convinced him not to smoke cigar or cigarettes, but pot instead. Cigarettes caused cancer, pot allowed you to relax, sleep or coast a high, he decided that they would be the best.
"Puff, puff pass," Tom said and held the joint out to him, Alex looked at it for a moment and brought it to his lips, inhaling and he felt it relax him, cleared his hazy mind and he passed it back to Tom.
"I need to call someone Tom, then we ca go out and eat at the Curry place I have been wanting to show you," Alex said and tapped his phone screen, his finger print opened it and he scrolled to contacts.
He clicked on "CS" the phone rang three times before it was answered.
"Da?" the voice asked, he knew who it was on the other line, only one person had this number, after all he wasn't someone who would be allowed on Alex's contact list if MI6 ever found out just who CS was.
"I have a favour to ask of you," Alex said and looked at Tom who glanced up at him as in asking if he wanted some more pot.
Alex accepted and inhaled and exhaled.
"Do tell, it isn't everyday that you ask of me," the voice sounded faintly amused.
"I am going to send you an email, and I want it done tonight," Alex said his voice was hard and cold.
"Good thing I am in London, oh and Alex Rider, throw out that joint, it hinders the mind" the line went dead.
Alex grimaced and told Tom they could go now.
"So, what was the call about?" Tom asked and they walked towards the food section. "I mean, can you tell me what it was about?"
"Yeah, I can, its just that it needs to remain a secret right now, the only thing I can tell you is that I think Ian is still alive," he said to his best mate who gasped in shock.
"WHAT!?" he whispers exclaimed looking at the blonde boy who nodded seriously.
"Good thing its lunch then free period, because we need to buy a few houses and do some digging," Alex said, and they ordered lunch from the waitress.
Water and coke are their drinks, and both take sips, Alex folds his laptop, so it now looks like a tablet, it shows blueprints of a building.
"Should you be showing this to me Al? I mean it says TOP SECRET, in bold red letters." Tom asked and Alex nodded.
"This is a building MI6 own, but its under the table, it is also a place where they do tests and stuff, kinda like America's Area 51 but in Britain, some of my contacts within have told me that they have seen Ian Rider in their." Alex said and stopped as their food arrived.
Alex took time cutting all the big chunks of chicken into smaller bite sized pieces, he then takes a carrot stick and dips it into the white dip and crunches away, allowing Tom to digest what he just heard. Both eat in silence until Tom slurps loudly.
"Ian Fucking Rider is alive?" Tom whispers leaning close to Alex and frowns. "Why is the Government holding him captive?" He asks.
"I don't know," Alex frowns.
A Few Hours Later….
A tall man with dark brown hair and green eyes dressed in a boring business suit was walking to the bank, it was quite a day, one of his contacts had asked him to do an assassination, he was okay with doing this, he knew the plan quite well. He was one of the few people who knew which side Alex rooted for, they were one and the same after all.
HQ had trained the boy well with the 6 months they had him, and since then the teenager had been recruiting loyal soldiers, a task force that would kill anyone when necessary, they had all trained together and they respected Alex for his skills, also his position and power.
The man saw Royal and General Bank and sat across at the bus stop and watched the building in guise of reading, he wasn't sure if he should do it here, or when his target got to his house, because both places were well guarded and protected. At least the assassin had six hours before his assignment was due.
Pulling out his phone CS dialed a number and waited.
"What?" the voice asked lazily, it was Dima, one of his few contacts he used frequently whistle undercover.
"Ivan called, its time to start preparing, I need a helicopter and a safe house that isn't being used, far from London as possible," CS spoke into the phone he watched as Alan Blunt got out of the bank, he was surrounded by armed guards, a black lady stood next to him and they walked to an armed car.
"I need them as soon as possible," CS said and hung up.
This was something out of the normal for these two powerful people to be out in the open like this. So, CS gave a young man a cheque for 10 thousand dollars for his car, the boy looked shocked and CS lied saying it was for a video and that it was real money to spend on a brand-new car. With a car now the man followed at a safe distance away from the Heads of MI6.
They turned left and continued their merry way to Chelsea.
CS frowned as they got out of their car and walked up to the familiar house of Alex Rider, they knocked and a lady with red hair opened the door, this ladies name was Katie and she was an under cover agent for SCORPIA, she was undercover as an MI6 agent and would most likely kill Alex when the time was right.
"Hello Director and Deputy," she said and allowed them in. "Alex, Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones are here to see you," she called out and Alex appeared at the top of the stairs, he walked slowly down and stared at the two Head Spies.
"What do you want?" he asked and sat on the couch.
"We have a mission for you," Tulip Jones said, and even though CS could not hear them, he was excellent at reading lips.
He took his work out bag and started to assemble the sniper he had with him, this was an unsuspected surprise, but CS could work with it, after all his target was in the house and when he came out he could just shoot him.
CS lied on the porch and breathed evenly, letting go of everything and just focused on his assassination, this was his job.
Through his scope CS saw the two directors walk out, he closed one eye and gently pulled the trigger, he was used to the jerk from the sniper, and quickly dismantled it, and put headphones over his ears and casually walked to his car.
The Secret Agents did not suspect him, since he came out of the house, locked it, and walked to his car, he looked like an ordinary Joe heading to the gym. Being an assassin had taught him many things and being fast and being good at disguises was only a few of them.
"Clean up crew to Chelsea," CS said into his earpiece and drove off to his safe home in London, he needed to get out fast.
"Roger, roger," a childish voice answered, and CS hung up.
A/N: So, this idea sprung to me just as I was going to bed and I will try to update regularly, but this COVID19 has me slammed with work
Anyways hope you enjoyed.
JIO