Thanks for all the great ideas and some maybe added. i have a great plot but its trying to type it up thats arkward. Keep reading :P

The light seeped through Alexs eyelids. His head hurt badly and His shoulder felt numb and arkward. And when he tried to move something begun to slowl and steadily beep.

Footsteps shuffled from across the room. "ALEX? " Alex immedently reconised the voice. Alex's eyes snapped open and he saw the same old face of the russian general.

" What? " He snapped not hiding how fustrated and angry he was. Always seeming to wake up in the same room and the general would be there and they'd argue and eventually Alex would get hurt. He was just too fed up. He tryed to move and failed again. and again.

" Just calm down Alex. Your safe now. You'll always be safe here." But Alex only tried and tried again to move.

" NO! Get AWAY.. from ...me...NOW!" Something must of flared in Sarov because his eyes lost there compassion and love and turned a cold and his gaze met Alexs.

"NO Alex i wont. You can calm down now or I'll have to sedate you untill you are fully recovered" Alex shocked by the Generals sudden out-burst stayed silent and looked around the room. "Good. Now, you hurt your shoulder" Alex layed completely still while a man he didnt notice croosed the room and re-dressed his shoulder. All the time he never made contact of any sort with the General.

Alex thought about Jack and tom and the very little freinds he had. What would be happening to them? would MI6 look after Jack? Were MI6 looking for him? Where was here? So many questions but no answers. Would he ever get answers?

" His shoulder should be fine in a week or so. When the sedative wears off it will begin to hurt so he should take some painkillers to ease the pain." Alex turned to face the man who had dressed his shoulder. He was quite short with a purned face and large glasses. He reminded Alex of some whacko scientist. And he was most proberly right. Sarov had planned to blow up necular waste just for power. Who says he dosent have weird friends aswell as weird plans to?

They talked for a few more moments before the man left, closing the door shut behind and leaving only Alex and Sarov alone. Together.

The two of them stayed in silence. Sarov was gazing out the window which curtains were now open and he sighed.

" I'm dissapointed Alex. I thought you you'd be happy. You'd have power. A home and a... " Sarov hesistated at the end " ...Father but maybe you just need time to adapt and thin. And i have time. " he still never looked at Alex.

"Happy! How would i be happy! A near enough physcotic stranger wants to adopt me so he can have a long lost son who died in the first place. I'd be happy wouldn't I! " That was below the belt but maybe it would make sarov angry enough to give him the chance of escape. Again.

But ALex surpize Sarov kept remarkably calm again. "Alex i dont expect you to understand what i'm offering and what it means to you but if you keep deneying such happiness then i'll have to... " He trailed off not wanting to finish that sentence. " Rest now. Yassen will be lookin after you until i believe that i can trust you enough." Before leaving he turned to Alex " All i ever wanted was a better world Alex. Now not just for me but for you Alex. One day you will thank me and i'll be the proud father" He smiled weakly at Alex and left the room. Queitly shutting the door behind him.

Meanwhile...Yassen sat waiting. He didnt mind waiting it came with the job. Espiecally waiting for his bosses.

The laptop screen flickered on and a face of a women stared back at Yassen. She looked quite young but looks disieve you. She was the most ruthless, cold blooded women alive. And she was SCORPIA. She was Julie Rothman.

"Well " she hissed impationatly

"I have secured my postion and alex rider is here too"

" Good,Good " She smiled. A deep smile " make sure he stays there to. " Yassen remained silent " A boy like Alex. John Riders son would be quite impressive. A teenage assisian " She laughed breifly to herself.

" Alex is not easily swayed. Hes a fighter "

" well thats what we need. A fighter. He will see sence. And then..." she trailed off on the endless abilties of it.

Yassen nodded "Yes ma'am" he said mecanically.

"Yassen?" even through a screen her eyes ate into him " Do not fail" and then the screen went blank and he closed the laptop.

Alex rider. John Riders son. A teenage spy. A teenage assissian. If only they knew if only they knew. If only he knew...

Yassen checked his clip in his gun. Clicked it in place and put it back in its holster underneath his jacket and made his way to Sarov study.

He'd never failed before and Alex Rider wasnt going to change that.

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