Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider.
For the rest of the day the rest of the teens where unaware that the group they were with were actually SAS, while the SAS where keeping an eye on Sam, trying to figure out how she seemed to know enough about Alex's past to know a cover story was needed
At the end of the day Sam was covered with paint, Alex had decided it was unfair that she was so clean compared to the rest of them that he got everyone to gang up on her in the middle of game six of eight games in total. She had by this time annoyed the SAS and so they were happy to distract anyone who might stop this as the teens didn't mean any real harm.
"I still think that it's unfair that you got EVERYONE to gang up on me." Sam complained on the way home to Alex.
"Psh, I think it's unfair that you Hadley got hit up till that point. And anyway the SAS didn't gang up on you did they? " Alex replied grinning.
"Only as it would have gone down as child abuse, although I do turn eighteen tomorrow. I'll see you at my party, Alex, and try not to get too drunk there." Sam said as she walked through her gate an up to the door, leaving Alex to carry on down the road.
Going up to her room, Sam started on her Maths homework. She hardly ever talked to her parents, just the occasional hello and the need for food money. She never gave them receipts and they never asked for them but she was limited to forty pounds a week. That was about one pound ninety per meal. She relied on her friends giving her money for her birthday and Christmas presents, although as soon as she turned sixteen she got a Saturday job at Blacks (camping type shop).
She had just started her Physics homework when her mobile rang. Glancing at the caller ID she picked up.
"Hello?" Sam asked.
"Turkey got run over." The careful response came in a slightly Norwegian accent.
"How did Turkey get run over? It's a huge country." Sam replied.
"Some things come up; we need you over here ASAP." The voice replied before hanging up.
Sam got up quickly and changed into black clothes, with motorbike boots and a thick leather jacket, there where a pair of gloves where in her hand. She reached under her bed and behind a huge box full of her old stuff that she wanted to keep she pulled out a rucksack.
Even though there was a high chance she wouldn't see her parents she carefully climbed out of her window and climbed down the terrace which was by now covered in Ivy, so she had to be very careful.
It took her twenty minutes to walk to a rundown garage, which hardly anyone even glanced at, even less entered and none entered any locked part of the garage as it was said to be haunted by reckless youths who were worse then today's youth.
To an outsider it seemed that either Sam didn't know about these stories or didn't care about them. In truth Sam not only knew about the stories but she was one of the people to start spreading them.
Unlocking a door to the side she walked in and went straight to an object covered by a dust sheet. Covering her mouth she ripped the sheet of the object to reveal a bike which had been fixed up and almost looked as good as new. On the seat was a black helmet.
Sam wheeled the bike outside and locked the door again, making sure no one saw her with the keys which had all apparently 'disappeared' years ago by the youth that wanted no one to disturb their resting place. Once it was locked she got on the bike and drove out to the other side of London to some warehouses by the docks.
Driving into one of them the door was slammed behind her and from one of the corners a camera scanned her to make sure she had no weapons on her. Sam got of the bike as soon as she had turned the engine off and made her way to one of the huge crates which could happily fit several elephants in. As she neared it on of the sides opened and a rumbling noise was made as the floor of the crated and warehouse was pulled back. Sam quickly made her way down the steps and to a room on the right where she exchanged her helmet for sunglasses and a black baseball cap.
Making her way to a larger room she went to a group huddled around an old laptop.
"What's the situation Leopard?" Sam asked, as she had obviously missed the briefing.
"PASSION managed to get a hold of several files, most of them of our agents under eighteen. Their being held in a secure place but being moved tomorrow, where even though they don't have names on them your parents will recognize you at least and they'll check anything they can to try top find out the identities of the others." Leopard replied.
While there where only a few people in the organization knew most things about the other agents; there where a few things about the agents which everyone in the organization knew about. For example, who preferred tea to coffee, and what certain people specialized in. One of the facts every agent who had been there for over five years knew was that Sam's parents where agents of PASSION.
PASSION was an organization which sold information to other organization and where passionate about knowing everything and how much what they knew would get them in the market.
The organization Sam was in was called SAGE – Stopping annoying grown-up exclusively. What it stood for was better than its name, but it was a decent name as a twelve year old had come up with it. SAGE was determined to help governments out with problems which could get lots of people killed or where difficult to do and keep on the right side of the law. Hardly anyone knew anything about SAGE including governments and so everyone was weary of the organization and would pay huge amounts to find out anything about it.
"Do we know were the records are being held?" Sam asked.
"Yes, but so do the SAS, their moving soldiers in early morning, when the defences aren't so tight." Leopard replied.
"We move in two hours before they're meant to turn up, hopefully by the time they get there we'll be long gone." Sam ordered.
The rest of the time was spent organising a group of eight to infiltrate the building and getting them to learn and recognise what defences' they would face.