Hello Party Peoples! Sorry for being too late on the up-dating…I've been suffering a TERRIBLE TERRIBLE TURTLE HARMFUL case of WRITER'S BLOCK!!!

Yes, creepy, but the few reviews I got pumped me up!

Thanks a lot, so here goes nothing!

Alex left MI6 and continued home. He thought over his brief encounter with Smithers, and then his mind wandered off before his pleasant chat with him: Lara's statement. Alex tried to remember what she said. It was in German, but what shocked him?

Oh, yes…

First it was the discovery of Rachel Rider…

"They were asking me for Rachel Rider, the cousin of Alex Rider… They found her…"

Then it was the phrase, that phrase!

"Ihr Vetter ist die Tochter des Meuchelmörders"

Quickly translating it into German, the sentence said:

"Your cousin is the daughter of the assassin!"

To no surprise, Alex thought of the one person he knew who was an assassin:

Assasin Yassen.

Even though Yassen was dead, it shocked him to find out that his cousin, Rachel Rider, was the daughter of—

Wait.

A thought struck Alex. The thought struck him REALLY late. In fact, his little mingle with Smithers distracted him from the whole idea.

Yassen was his uncle.

…

"Really," Alex muttered to himself in realization, half believing his unintelligent and slow evaluation. Then again, there were many assassins in MI6 and elsewhere; it could be anybody else. He would have to talk to Jack when he got home.

Rounding a corner to his street, he checked his watch. The face told him 11:14. The summer heat was unbearable as there was not a cloud in the sky. Crossing the street, he ran from the hot outside into a cool, air-conditioned haven known as his home.

"Hey Alex!" said a cheerful, welcoming voice.

"Hey, Jack." he responded. The red head came out of the living room clad in blue capris and a white tank top.

"How was your mission?" she asked. "It's a bit odd that it's not somewhere else except this place, or that they don't tell ya to go undercover or something."

"Tell me about it," Alex muttered, kicking off his shoes and placing them in the closet beside the door. He looked up to see Jack frowning, a worried look plastered on her face."What?" he asked. She sighed.

"You're always so negative." she said. Alex took that as a blow to his position.

"Excuse me?" he asked, half insulted and half wanting her to clarify.

"N-no, not like that," Jack said, "I'm just so upset that they always want you to do things. I mean, I'm sure that there's some other fifty year old agent-who's-been-in-the-force-for-twenty-five-years who's dying to get the attention and missions you get. I guess, ever since that Stormbreaker mission, I've rarely seen you smile. Your attitude is so negative. You just complain about MI6. I should really go out there and give them a piece of my mind!"

"Oh trust me, Jack, this is an extraordinary mission. I found out some new stuff today, too." making his way to the kitchen, he heard Jack sigh again as she followed suit. 'I get this from a boy who's a secret agent instead of a schoolboy' she thought as Alex leaped onto a stool beside the island.

"Debrief the mission, Agent 007," Jack said sarcastically in a masculine voice, sounding quite like a Mr. Blunt.

"Mind if I have an early lunch before I tell you?" he asked. Jack scoffed.

"Mind if you have a late breakfast, yes you may." she commented. Alex reeled back to that morning when he didn't eat breakfast and his stomach growled.

"Thanks," said Alex, gratefully accepting the hamburger and fries made by the best "nanny" in the world.

"But you still have to tell me about it after you eat! I'll be in the living room," Jack hollered, flipping on the TV.

After washing his own dishes, Alex headed out to the living room where Jack was watching the news.

"You didn't tell me about your mission, Alex." Jack said. She was going to tell him about it, but she would have to see what kind of case/stress he was under before revealing it.

"Oh, that," Alex mumbled, "say hello to a new teenage psychiatrist/therapist!" he said, taking a bow.

"Huh?" said Jack cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, in short, there's this girl I have to get some information from. She supposedly got abused by a replicate of Scorpia, and I'm trying to get some of the info out of her, like some sort of teen-to-teen thing. She won't talk to Mr. Blunt, so they called me in. If you ask me, she's a total psycho, for she keeps passing out and having seizures and the like."

Jack ingested the whole thing until speaking, "Well, what did you find out?" she asked.

"Oh yeah; there's something I need to ask you about, which is something I found out." Alex stated, "do you know anything about Rachel Rider?"

Jack stared at him. She knew he would find out without her.

"Um…" she started, her mind deep in thought.

"So there is something you know," said Alex, smiling. Jack was not smiling at all.

"Listen, Alex, Rachel Rider is your cousin."

"Yes, that I know. And can you tell me a little more of what you're hiding? Because, frankly, I'm not really comfortable with you hiding the fact that Yassen Gregorvich is my uncle, especially with what I've been through." stated Alex.

"WHAT?" Jack exclaimed. Now it was Alex's turn to lift a brow.

"What, like you didn't know that? What else do you know about my family, and what else are you keeping from me?" Alex snapped, his voice elevating.

"Believe me, Alex, I was going to tell you right after you ate! I have no other secrets from you, and you know it!" Jack said. Alex scoffed sarcastically.

"Oh yes, of course you were going to tell me." Alex said, walking to the opposite end of the living room. "It's kind of hard to see that you have no other secrets when this comes up just now. Now spit everything out before I choke it out of you." Alex screamed.

…silence…

"ALEX! What is wrong with you?" Jack shouted, utterly shocked at what he said to her. 'He must be related to an assassin,' Jack thought.

Alex paused, recalling what he last said.

"I'm sorry, Jack," he said, his voice down to its normal level, "it's just, I've been impatient since this morning about asking Lara more about Rachel, about me, about how she knows us, but Mrs. Jones and Mr. Blunt tell me not to bring it up."

"Lara, the girl you're talking to." said Jack, trying to avoid the frustration Alex was under. Maybe she would tell him the rest later.

"Yes," said Alex, sighing. A moment of silence crept in between them as Jack's cell phone rang the little tune of Fur Elise.

"Just a second, Alex." she said as she rushed to the kitchen to get her phone on the counter.

While Jack began talking to a long lost friend who was on vacation from America, scheduling a movie, bowling, and dinner with the friend, Alex decided he would just rest on the whole Rachel Rider fact for a bit and play some bowling on his Nintendo Wii…

MI6, Mr. Blunt's Office

A grey haired man stood sat on a grey leather chair behind a grey desk tapping a grey pencil on a vanilla folder containing the details of the latest case Alex was working on. It was a big mistake getting Alex involved. Although he was a smart one, Mr. Blunt should've recognized the fact that Alex was more interested in his personal family information than he is about finding Cobra. Mrs. Jones did say that Alex would try harder if he had a goal, and she was right. Alex definitely wanted to try harder, but in the wrong direction.

The mutterings of Rachel Rider were very interesting, though. What if the Riders did have something to do with Cobra? With Lara? She muttered Ian Rider, Rachel Rider, Serious Ways, Ways of Evil, Secret Place…It all sounded like something out of a thriller/horror movie. They had the creepy-looking girl, they had the conspiracy; all they needed was some lights, cameras, and Peter Jackson. He would have to write a report list of questions for Alex to ask Lara first thing tomorrow. If there's one thing he didn't like, it was not knowing anything vital. Right now, Lara had things floating around in her head that were very, very valuable.

Mr. Blunt glanced at his watch. 11:30pm on a worknight. No matter, because he would be there all night anyways, like he had been doing the past couple of weeks.

God only knows if that girl will talk to Alex before it happens…

before they come for him.

Oooooooohhhh, creeeeepy! I know it's getting a little tacky/annoying/cheesy/retarded, that whole "they come for you" thang, but honestly; is Lara really the person to believe? Is she really sick? Is Alex just overreacting? Is Lara actually sick but I'm just trying to get you to think she's not to get you hyped up? Maybe. Mwahaha! Honestly, this plot is just fleshing itself out on its own, and I don't know where It's gonna take me! Quite frankly, I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing… well, you should.

AAAAAANNNNNYYYYYYYWWWWAAAAAAAYYYYYYSSSSSSSSS…

Next chappie will be up soon, because that writer's block I just had just wore off! Next chap details:

Alex gets more questions in answers and more answers from questions, MI6 is not a trusty agency, More bunnies in traps, Video cameras...

Hmm...doesn't give you a lot, eh? Well, wait and see!

Fare Thee Well,

LK.

PS: Where do you think I got Lara's last name from???

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