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Hey Peoples! Sorry for the LONG wait, but my computer died and it only got fixed YESTERDAY! IT'S ALIVE! I also have a LOT of homework and projects and tests.

Dunno if this chapter is good or not…my house is being repainted, and I feel a bit…strange. It's probably from inhaling all those paint fumes. I wonder if their toxic?

Thank you for all the reviews! BTW, where did I put VR slash? I don't remember, and I can't find it in my story…maybe it's a typo?

Alex mentally cursed himself…he should have known better. Had he seriously thought that Helsinki would have remained by the computer the whole time? Right now, the Finn had a blade against his coach's neck, and from the looks of the boys on his soccer team, everyone in the room more or less had an idea of what he was. Worst of all, Alex was sure that he was out of plans…

"Very good Alex, now before we start having fun, perhaps you would like to tell me where you got those nice weapons of yours? And perhaps, you would like to give your classmates and your poor coach here, an explanation in your own words? You're the reason they're stuck here now, Alex. "

Helsinki waited, but Alex ignored him. He ignored everything…if he could just come up with SOMETHING. He slowly withdrew from fighting stance, as if surrendering. Right then, he felt it: a sharp pain on his right foot. He opened his mouth and at the same time looked down casually at his right foot. Tucked safely in his socks was the knife he had strapped to his foot earlier at Yassen's cabin. He had forgotten about it.

"Alex?" prompted Helsinki. The man had a sadistic smile on his face, evidently, he was enjoying himself.

Alex turned to face his teammates; he faced them all one by one looking them right in the eye, trying to reassure them. He began to pace as though he was troubled. Helsinki stopped smiling and tightened his grip on the coach, but didn't attempt to get Alex to stand still.

"Yes, he's right. I'm not a normal schoolboy, I do work for the MI6," Alex turned to look at Helsinki, who had relaxed his posture and grip on the coach, totally unworried. Why would he? Alex may have beaten his two partners but that was probably just from sheer dumb luck. Alex Rider was a mere boy, and he had his own hostage …what could go wrong? Helsinki backed a few inches away from the coach.

"I didn't want to work for MI6, but they blackmailed me into working for them. Now, I can't get out of it. The only reason that I'm still alive right now is that I'm good at what I do—" With this, Alex leaned down and grabbed the knife from his leg, and charged at Helsinki, who didn't have time to react. Alex knocked over Helsinki and both fell to the ground, struggling. Alex fell on top of Helsinki, who had landed hard. Alex attempted to bring his knife to Helsinki's throat, but the man was stronger and easily threw Alex off, cutting Alex on the thigh with his blade. Landing a few feet away, Alex shook off the pain and charged savagely at Helsinki again. The Finn had drawn his gun, and fired: the bullet grazed Alex's shoulder, but Alex got close enough to swipe Helsinki across the stomach with the knife. Helsinki didn't cry out, but lowered his gun slightly and lowered his other hand to his stomach. That tiny distraction, though, was all Alex needed. Alex tackled the man again, and knocked away his gun away. He punched Helsinki in the face, and hit down hard on the pressure point on the man's neck. Helsinki lost consciousness almost immediately.

Limping slightly and wincing in pain, Alex untied the coach and went wordlessly to the laptop that was still on the bench.

"Alex…" Tom began, but Alex ignored him. He had to know.

Alex looked down at the laptop:

Subject: Alex Rider

Winning Bidder: MI6, Military Intelligence 6

Price: Two billion Euros

Notes: Wanted terminated

Agree?

Alex couldn't breathe, his chest felt tight. He felt anger welling up inside him. After all he had DONE for these people…they'd rather have him killed, then help him! Wanted terminated

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At that very instant, there came a small crash, and Yassen Gregorovich came down the chimney, covered in soot. He eyed the situation in the room.

"Well, Alex," he drawled lazily, "I was wrong, you are nothing like your father. Even he wouldn't have been crazy enough to go down a chimney."