Alex Rider
Alex felt something hard against his back. It was not his bed. He sat bolt upright. Not his bed. Everything came swimming back. Alex was burned. BURNED.
He looked around; it was a nondescript hotel room. Red and gold coloring on everything. The bathroom probably had those little soap things you found in every hotel. To his trained eye, Alex guessed three stars. He checked his pockets. Nothing.
It dawned on Alex that he really was burned.
"Think calmly, Alex. This isn't the first time you have been in a strange place with nothing in your pockets," he thought to himself. Actually, he had been in this situation more often than he would like to admit. The last time, a CIA agent taught him a trick to keep his identity and sense of self intact.
It occurred to him to check to room for bugs and cameras. After five minutes, I was satisfied that they only had sound bugs. As long as I stayed silent, I would be fine.
He looked at his shoes. They were the same shoes that he always wore. Alex pulled them off.
He pulled out the sole and the plastic shield, underneath was a small compartment. Thank you, CIA. Alex pulled out the twenty pound note. He would need that. The other papers could stay in there, for now.
Alex grabbed anything that could be useful. That composed of a note pad and pen. There was a tube of lotion and a bar of soap in the restroom. He took that too. Alex checked the drawers and closet again.
He wondered how the mini-fridge had escaped his notice. he pulled out a bottle of water. There wasn't much else he could use. Alex thanked the CIA again for the ingenious distraction tactic. He had a few ideas that involved slipping and sliding.
Alex slipped all of it into my jacket pockets. Thank goodness they didn't take it. Making his way down the corridor was easy. There was no one watching. Eventually, he hit the street. It was there that Alex realized he should have been more careful in the past fourteen years.
He saw assassins and agents from all over. The man on the lobby was probably from the French Mafia. The woman at the tube entrance was MI6. They were everywhere. Time to lose them.
Yassen Gregorovich
Yassen watched Alex leave the building. He wasn't an idiot. He was going to swoop in and rescue Alex when thing s got out of hand. Not before. The shock would stun the young man. Yassen thought back to the past twelve years. Twelve years that Alex thought he was dead.
Not now.
He was needed.
Yassen sighed as Alex decided to walk. Smart move.
Alex Rider
He ducked behind a trash can avoiding the cat that was sleeping there. A flustered man ran past shouting some things that will not be translated, in French. Mafia alright.
Alex slipped out and released a breath. Close call, but now all the tails were gone. He was in the China town district, which he thought was extremely lucky. He stopped by a Chinese restaurant and ordered the cheapest thing on the menu.
He left the shop carrying an order of veggie stir fry and loose change. It didn't make a big dent in his wallet. He footed it over to the tube and to his house. Or what was left of it.
MI6 took the burn notice seriously. There was nothing but ashes.
Yassen Gregorovich
Alex finally saw it.
Yassen wanted to have been there the moment the boy (he would always be a boy) stepped off the train. But he kept to the shadows. Alex was frozen to the spot as tears threatened to pour. The mementos of everything they boy loved was gone.
His feet were glued.
Yassen shook his head.
How did things turn out this way?
Alex Rider
He stood for what seemed like forever. It was all gone. GONE. Jack and Ian were in there. Photos and souvenirs were burned to dust.
He finally plucked up the courage to pick through the ashes.
He only found a box. The lid was firmly clamped down even if the lock was undone. Alex squeezed the lotion out of the tube and rubbed it into the hinges. They loosened the hinges and the lid was pried off. Alex almost cried when he saw what was inside. It was a photo of his parents.
He sucked it up and tucked it into his shoe. Where could he go? Tom was a good friend but he wouldn't be safe. Alex sat on a cinderblock and cradled his head in his hands. There was nothing left. He heard the sound of crunching glass.
Yassen Gregorovich
Yassen made his move earlier than anticipated. He pulled Alex out of the line of fire and broke into a run. The twenty-six year old was trailing along behind him.
"Who are you?" The hand didn't try to pull away. Clearly, Alex was smarter than he used to be.
"An old friend." The boy turned into dead weight. Yassen towed him along and slipped into an alley.
"Yassen?" The eyes widened and the pupils dilated to take in his face. The face morphed into a mask of shock.
"Yes?" Yassen didn't want to say more than necessary. There were the sounds of foot falls and he pulled Alex closer. They entered the alley way from the sound of it. Yassen weighed his options.
He wasn't as fast or as strong as he used to be. A fist fight would be easy but the man had a gun. He could use his gun and attract every listening ear in a one block radius. Silencers only served to make a big gun sound like a slightly smaller big gun. Ergo, it was useless in a residential setting. His car was a block away. If they ran, could they make it?
Alex lost his lack-luster look and reached into his coat. He pulled out a bottle of water and soap. What was the kid thinking?
What is Alex thinking? Okay, since no one reads this I'm going to putter about and be... well,... me.
Character Ages?
Sergei is 27.
Alex is 26.
Yassen is 45.
Syrai is 23.
Why OC?
Because I don't recall MI6 having an ex-teen female spy. Sabine doesn't count. I don't hate her, but she just isn't BAMF enough. Sorry.
Why America?
Most fan girls are in the United States. My readers are also on that side of the pond.
Are you British?
No?
Why do you refer to it as "that side of the pond"?
Because it is "that side of the pond".
I thought it was Seattle.
Okay, I will ignore you.
Any cool gadgets? Specifically for Syrai?
Of course. Smithers is always awesome. Syrai has some intersting stuff.
What kind of name is Syrai?
Syrai is Syrai. She can explain.
What's with the perspective change?
Please review. I don't want to be lonely.
We're the same person.
I know. That's why I don't want to be alone with you.