Alexandra was severely pissed. She had just been shoved into a church in a foreign country filled with god-knows-how-many people, had no idea what was going to happen, and Scorpia were playing sickeningly dramatic tricks again. Alexandra hated not knowing things. Even when they had attacked before, all it had been were waves and waves of weaponry and brute force. All she had had to do was defend. This, however, was frustrating to the extreme. As if he had read her mind, Alex said from beside her, "Scorpia are practical. If anything's going to happen, it'll happen soon."
"I know, Alex," she said, kicking at a church pew. "But not knowing stuff is just so damn annoying."
"When Julia Rothman was in charge, it was worse," piped up Yassen. "She was a melodramatic bitch. Alex did the world a favor when he dropped the hot air balloon on her,"
Alexandra raised her eyebrows at her brother. "You dropped a hot air balloon on Julia Rothman?"
"I'll tell you about it when we get out of here."
"Optimistic to the last."

At that moment, Zeljan Kurst was allowing himself a rare smile. "Everyone is in place?" he asked Dr. Three. "Yes, Zeljan," Dr. Three said, glancing at one of the screens hooked up to the surveillance cameras of the cathedral. "We've positioned the projector screen, if you and Mr. Chase would like to speak to the population of Zagreb."
"We would indeed." He took up a stance in front of a camera.

Just then, inside the cathedral, an extremely large projector screen came rolling down. Alex whipped around. A light came on somewhere in the back rows, and a head and shoulders, bald, ugly, powerfully built and dressed in what looked like a velvet coat, appeared. K unit, Ben, Yassen and Alex all paled. All of them recognized him from the photographs MI6 had archived, and Yassen had once met him personally. Only Alexandra and the locals of Zagreb were unsure. "I will begin with introducing myself," said Zeljan Kurst emotionlessly. "I am Zeljan Kurst, the main founder of Scorpia. I must inform you, without much regret, that you will all die very shortly. My good friend Brendan here," – the camera swiveled and a blond man in an open-necked shirt came into view. – "posed as an obscure millionaire who has just launched the Kaptol1, the rocket that will cause the death of you all." Here he paused. "Alex and Alexandra Rider, I now speak directly to you. No doubt you are wondering why in Zagreb Cathedral, of all places, and what a rocket can do to anyone here, so far away in space. But do you, Alex, recall the Ark Angel project? The bomb that would bring millions of tons of steel and glass tumbling down on the Pentagon was concealed in a rocket. Much the same is going to happen now. Only this time, on a much larger scale. The entire moon will be destroyed. The rock shards will be brought by gravity down on Zagreb, killing everyone here. The tides of the oceans will be thrown off balance. Earth will no longer have a natural satellite*. And as for why in Zagreb: anyone involved with intelligence will know that I am Yugoslavian. And unless you haven't been paying attention in school, Croatia is part of Yugoslavia. I was born here, in the Croatian capital. And why may I seek to destroy my own birthplace, you may ask? It is that over the years, Zagreb, and indeed, the entire world, has been polluted. And by our very own world leaders. When old Croatia has been razed to the ground, I and the rest of Scorpia will build a new Croatia over the ruins. So you can see, I am doing this for the good of my own country. And of course, I will kill the Croatian authorities along with you. You have twelve hours until the moon moves into the critical position and the mayor arrives. You have twelve hours to live. Make it last."
The screen went black and the Croatians around them started expressing their terror.

I explained things! Was this unrealistic? I did the whole 'explaining thing' cuz I was thinking that Zeljan Kurst would think they don't want to die ignorant. I'm sorry about the wait for this chapter, but my school had sports day today and PE teachers were going hectic in the runup. Enough of my excuses. REVIEW!

*the official term for 'moon' is satellite. and not the beeping metal contraptions.