He came to the end of the hallway where the lights were dimmer and the shouting quietier. Giving Alex enough time to think.

He looked around him. There was no easy route of escape but to hide. Maybe in one of the rooms he had passed but it was too risky. Sarov men and Yassen most likely were on the look out for him meaning they'd be everywhere. But it was his last hope. His only chance but what if they were locked? He didnt have time to think this through. Sarov's men could easily find him here he needed to take that risk.

He tryed the first few doors. Locked. Then when he hope was wearing thin he came to one last door. The shouting was nearer and he could feel himself sweating and in despiration. He heard Sarov shout his name. Proberly in hope that he would answer. Which was a definate NO. He twisted the door handle and to is surprize it was open and if he got lucky there was a bed or something to hide under. You'd be surprized how mant people dont check in the obvious places. He silently slipped in and closed the door behind him.

The room was modernly furnished just like his room. It looked uninhabited except for the unmade bed and the glass of water on the counter. There was three doors in this room. The door he had entered in; most likely a bathroom door and another room. That door was securly locked. Quickly Alex scouted the for cameras or anything that might give away his spot. He knew edventualy they'd search the rooms but until then...

Alex sat on the floor near the bathroom door. An easily assessible door if they mangaged to find him. Which was getting more and more likely could hear them moving about outside. He was hot , hungry and tired. He couldnt remember the last time he had eaten and with the drug still in his system it was taking effect. He had to make amove soon or his whole body would shut down and then chances of escape would be slim. He needed energy. Food maybe from the kitchen but taking or moving anything was to risky. Someone might notice. That someone might be dangerous and te state he was in now. His chances of escaping were...bad luck.

' a nice hoilday' they said ' you dont even have you dont even have to anything. sun. Sea. that all' and here he found himself. In a building most likly in the middle of no-where. Forced to hide in a room and ahh did he mention there was..is a crazed russian assissian and russian general on a man-hunt for him.

After a while of sitting there tenced , silent and ready to attack his eyelids begun to droop and he felt himself begging to fall into a deep sleep. He had to stay awake but there was nothing he could do. He was to tired to resist anymore.

There was a click of the doorhandle turning. Alex , even though his tirdness, quickly reacted and scrammbles to his feet. He wouldnt be able to get in the bathroom quick enough so his last option was to stand and wait to attack. But like he said before that would be a miricle itself.

The figur loomed i the doorway silently watching Alex. He was quite tall and well build and he had a hard cold stare. Alex tryed to steay himself but there was no energy behind it. He was simply running on empty and that wasnt a good sign since the man who stood in the doorway was Yassen.

"Alex...?" Yassen said coldy tring to mask his surprizement.

" Heya Yassen" Alex muttered having to regain a steady positure. He didnt want to show any sign of weakness infront of Yassen. If he could help it.

"Alex, what are you doing in here?"

"Well Yassen, i think its called hiding you know but you found me. Damm" Alex mangered a weak smile.

" Sarov is looking for you. He is worried. "

" Yeah i know but if you havent noticed just yet i dont want to be found"

" Alex come with me" Yassen voice was stranied but serious just as if he didnt want to be here or was it because he didnt want Alex to be here? all Alex knew was that at this moment Yassen was a enemie to and that he had no intention of cooperating with him.

" NO! "Alex shouted abit to loud.

" Alex your tired and hungry. Do you really believe you will be able to escape in your state. He has guards posted around the compound and twenty four hour survalliance. He also has connections with police forces in the area and some airports. There is as you know various scanners in the area. There is highly trained soilders here on my behave. That will waste no time in shooting you down trying to escape. You are a mearly fourteen year old and the state you are in there is a slim chance of survial "

Alex considered Yassens words but made no effort to use that information. At least now he knew what he was up against and that Yassen was offically working beside Sarov and had no intention of saving him this time.

Alex looked into the cold gazo of the assissian and sighed maybe he was right. But Alex was a fighter he had been on two missions before and survived. What made this so different from the others?

Yassen raised a gun.

For a moment Alex was stunned by how desprate the assissian seemed " Thought you didnt shoot children " he simply answered trying to provoke the assissians hesistation but Alex knew that this was no good.

" This isnt a real gun this is a tranquilizer." His face became passive and his cold face fixed on Alex willing him ,silently, to give up.

" How did you find me? " Alex asked yet Yassen remained silent " Wgat do you want with me? " Still Yassen never spoke. Alex was beggining to get fed up with Yassen games. Why was he still stood there? "Fine " and Alex made his dash for the door. Hoping he could easily slip past the assissan and get out into the hall again but as he made his way over , the darkness cloudy his vision and he felt himself stummble. He hit the ground hard and cryed out. There was a sudden pain in his shoulder.

Was it broken? Was it dislocated? Shattered? who knew? all he knew was that he had to get away. Someone was applying pressure to his shoulder and he smelt the rich coppery taste fill his nostrils befoe his mind felt hazy and the Darkness completely surronded him.

" Dad " and Alex let the darkness overcome him and he slipped once again into sleep.

-oxoxoxoxo-

Sarov had heard the muffled shouting and had made his way towards the noise.

Sarov stood outside a bedroom door. Yassen and Alex were inside and even though he stood there, He darent go in. Yassen as faithful as he seemed was telling Alex to follow him and Alex being Alex argued back.

The next thing he Knew was a cry of pain. He rushed into the room to see Alex layed on the floor and his shoulder bleeding. What had Yassen done? Alex moaned in agony and Sarov immedently rushed towards him and sank onto his knees.

Slowly the assissian put away his gun and looked directly at Sarov. There was nothing but contempion in his eyes. Sarov begun to apply pressure to the wound. " Alex just hold on" Alex simply grunted in replie. The colour was draining from him.

" Dad" was the last thing he said before passing out.

Sarov looked up at Yassen confuzed but the assissian simply lifted Alex over his shoulders. "ill take him back to his room and get someone to dress his wound. He should be fine. He passed out because he was too tired" Sarov nodded and watched Yassen quietly slip out of the room carrying what looked to be a lifeless body of Alex.

Sarov hoped for the best. Well surviving was what amd Alex, Alex...

well that was longer but anyway i dont know what to have happen next. Maybe yassen will kidnap Alex and tell him Johns still alive or maybe he will take him to scorpia. Who knows. Ideas people!