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Chapter 1

Alex woke feeling slightly refreshed. Cracking his eyes open, Alex discovered he was lying in a 4 poster bed, surrounded by blood red curtains that blocked out the room he was in. A thick crimson duvet lay over him, and his head lay on black silk pillows. Despite the unusual, and perhaps slightly frightening, circumstance and having no idea where he was, Alex found himself remarkably comfortable, and already the beckoning of sleep, was calling him. Yet before Alex could fall back into the depths of sleep, the sound of the door opening and someone approaching the bed set him on high alert. His time spent training as a spy, had taught him to listen for even the smallest of sounds, things most regular adults and nearly all children, wouldn't realise. Snapping his eyes shut, but remaining awake, and evening out his breathing, Alex waited to see what the 'visitor' would do. Soon Alex heard the curtains being drawn, and felt the bed slightly dip. A hand settled in his hair, and ran through it, almost gliding. The sensation was so new and unknown to Alex, having never had an uncle around much to show this sort of affection, that he didn't know how to act.

'I know you are awake Alex.' said a voice, Alex knew all to well.

Realising his attempt to feign sleep was pointless; Alex opened his eyes, to find Alexei Sarov sitting there. His blue eyes staring at Alex intently. Alex turned his head away, knocking away Sarov's hand. This man had held a gun to his head twice, and left him with a mad man. All of which was still fresh in his mind.

'Alex, look at me.' spoke the General.

Alex ignored him, and heard the man sigh. A hand settled on his cheek and stroked it, once again sending Alex spiralling down a path of un-sureness of how to act. This action that seemed so similar to when Sarov had done it at the Shipyard, and yet so different left Alex unsure of how to respond to the man. However it soon began to make him feel tired again, and his eyes became heavy and started to droop.

'It is understandable that you are still tired. You have had an eventful experience.' said Sarov.

'No thanks to you.' replied Alex darkly but sleepily.

'I know it was my fault that you are in this state Alex, and I will forever regret it.' said Sarov, the seriousness evident in his voice. 'But now you must rest.'

Unable to stay awake any longer, Alex closed his eyes and fell to sleep. Unaware that blue eyes continued watching him longer, with a sad but determined look in them.