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"Lock them up."

I snapped out of the memory and looked up to see two guards grabbing Alex and the girl by the arms. Alex was looking at Cray in disbelief, perhaps realising how mad he really was. Cray had forgotten them and was eating another cookie. I looked at Alex with regret, anger on his face, trying to fight the guards. The girl looked at him, almost like she was waiting for instructions. As they were about to be taken back into the mansion, Alex's eyes darkened. He stopped fighting the guards, and allowed himself to be taken away. In that moment, he looked older than I had ever seen him. Not even in France. It had been a short time since then, but his had the eyes of someone who had seen about as much as they could handle. There was something else in his face to.

Determination…

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YPOV

Once they were completely out of sight, I turned to Cray.

"I will be ready to leave in an hour." I stated shortly, and didn't wait for a response, walking away.

"Oh Yassen?"

I turned around reluctantly, quite sick of the annoying little man.

"Get the teenagers dressed in the suits and ready to go."

I stared at Cray. "You're taking them with you?"

"Well of course! I want them to see the brilliance of my plan, and make them regret ever trying to destroy it. And let Alex Rider see what bringing me the chip has accomplished, of course!"

"I wouldn't do that. Do not underestimate Alex Rider; it would be a great danger to the operation if he were there."

"Did I hire you to give me advice Mr. Gregorovich?"

I said nothing, staring emotionlessly at Cray.

"NO! Now shut up and do as you're told. This is my operation, not yours."

The burning desire to kill Cray sprang up in me again, but the mission was almost over, and I would be rewarded for keeping my temper.

I turned and walked away; the man was a mad fool. After I had got the extra uniforms and got changed myself, I headed towards Alex's cell. I opened the door and threw the gear to the teenagers. The girl, Sabina, was glaring at me, but I was irrelevant to Alex.

"You are to put these on," I told them in a flat voice.

Alex frowned, probably remembering the last time I forced him to put a uniform on.

"Why?"

I suppressed a sigh; because Cray is a crazy millionaire who wants you to see the mass of his destruction.

"Cray wants you. You're coming with us. Do as you're told." I told them shortly.

Alex hesitated, looking at the uniform.

"What is it?" he asked uncertainly. There was confusion in his eyes, but familiarity too, as if he already knew the answer to his question. May as well tell him, it would be interesting to see what theories he produced. They'd be off mark; he could not possibly guess what was going to happen.

"It is a polyamide fabric," I explained, though the look of confusion did not leave Alex's face. "It is used in biochemical warfare," I added, unknown to him that I was trying to give him more hints. "Now put it on."

The girl looked at it in disgust, probably thinking it would make her look fat, I thought humourlessly. With a look of dread, probably from what it would entail in the near future, Alex slipped them over his clothes. I knew he was trying to figure out what they could need the suites for and the possibilities didn't look good. With a nervous glance towards Alex, the girl reluctantly did the same, figuring that Alex knew best.

When they were fully suited up, Alex looked down at himself, and then at Sabina, a frown on his face. I couldn't figure out why, but he looked stressed for some reason, and it wasn't because of the ugliness of the uniform. As they were putting the suites on, I had looked at my watch, and knew it was time to go.

"Now come with me," I told them, and led them through the house and into the cloister, with guards trailing them. We reached the three cars; two covered trucks and a jeep that had Henryk in the back, looking nervous and polishing his glasses, an annoying habit he'd picked up since working for Cray. Cray was talking to him, but came over as soon as he saw Alex behind me. He was excited, gleefully regarding them. I was simply bored and admittedly annoyed; Alex wasn't meant to be here, and the stupid man made the situation with him even worse. Listening to what Cray was saying to him confirmed this.

"…Yassen will be watching like a hawk. Or maybe I should say like an eagle. If you do anything at all, if you so much as blink without permission, he'll shoot your girlfriend, and then he'll shoot you. Do you understand?"

I wouldn't tell Cray I wouldn't kill Alex. I owed his father my life, and would not repay him by killing his only son. I'd already murdered his brother; what more would I do to his family? But John knew what my job was; he was an assassin to.

"Where are we going?" Alex asked

"We're taking the expressway to London. It'll take us just a couple of hours. You and Sabina will be in the first truck with Yassen. Eagle Strike has begun, by the way. Everything is in place. I think you'll enjoy it." Cray replied with an excited grin.

I led Alex and Sabina into the car. Neither of them was talking, and Sabina kept glancing at Alex nervously. Alex was tensed, in a defensive stance, but knew he couldn't do anything.

I sat on the opposite them, along with a few others as the car began to drive away. Like a true spy, Alex's eyes were darting from face to face, taking everyone in. Recognition flickered in his eyes for one, but for the rest he frowned slightly. He looked towards the doors and windows, and to my surprise up at the roof.

But he knew there was no escape route. He didn't even seem to realise what he was doing, it was simply instinct; the instinct of a fantastic spy, needed for the profession that was thrust upon him. I stared at Alex blankly, knowing that he would make an amazing assassin. It was similar to being a spy; and he was almost as good as his dad.

A thought that I had buried since I last saw him in France emerged; if I told him that M16 murdered his father, and that he was an assassin, then Alex might well join Scorpia. He's exactly what they needed, a young assassin, better than many of the older ones, or at least he would be; he would be there most lethal weapon, as he is for M16 now, but on a different side. I was getting too old for this job now, but I could become an instructor at Malagosto, and Alex would be my best pupil, I was sure of it. Perhaps I would be to him what John was to me, a mentor and friend. I felt something I hadn't felt for many years…

Alex, feeling my eyes on him, stared back at my emotionless face, unaware of the excitement I felt. He looked uncannily like his father, narrow jaw, serious eyes, though they were brown like his mother's, unlike John's whose had been a bright blue, fair hair…and not to mention he radiated confidence even if he felt totally defeated right now. Alex frowned slightly, looking at me almost curiously. He blinked once and looked away.

The girl, Sabina, was looking very nervous, but she kept a strong face. Alex glanced at her sadly, regret strong in his eyes. He looking out the window, his hands balled into fists, jaw set. Clearly he blamed himself for her being here; I could understand why he was upset. Perhaps this girl was his one link to the normal life he wanted, and now that was shattered to. Once again Alex glanced down at what he was wearing, anxiety and frustration crossing his face; think, Alex, what does it mean?

Alex glanced at Sabina again, this time catching her eye. She smiled at him nervously, and he grinned back sadly. His hand twitched towards hers, before he crossed his arms awkwardly. I fought a smile and the urge to laugh at him; perhaps one day I would talk to him about girls. The urge to laugh hit me again. That was one conversation I could never picture myself having, especially with Alex Rider. I suddenly realised I'd felt more emotion in this small trip to the airport than I had since I was with John.

The car entered the outskirts of Heathrow Airport after two hours, and more frustration crossed Alex's face, as another piece of the puzzle revealed itself but he couldn't find where to put it. The car came to a stop, and reality crashed back to me. Alex was a prisoner, I had threatened his girlfriend and his fate was in the hands of a mad man. Sadness hit me, and I turned to Alex and Sabina and spoke for the first time.

"Out!"

Alex stepped out first, and then helped Sabina down. A small smile lit his face as their hands touched. My lips twitched, and I tried to fight another smile; Sabina's frantic eyes calmed under his touch. I stepped out after them, waiting for the plan to begin.

Alex was again taking in his surroundings; we were on the edge of Heathrow airport, on the top floor or a multilevel garage. Cray waited for the signal. From the corner of my eye I saw Alex check his watch a moment before Cray called us over. When we were near Cray, Alex's eyes darted to Henryk and shock crossed his face as the man turned a dial, which produced a loud whine that boomed through a loud speaker.

Cray looked like he was just about bursting with excitement.

"It's about to begin." He said.

Well, that's chapter 3!!!! Any suggestions or constructive criticism would be great, but I have very sensitive feelings so don't be too harsh on me!!!!! Or you could just review to say you loved it! Lol, wishful thinking, thanks for all previous reviews, I'll get chap 4 out ASAP!