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Yassen had took Alex back to his room later that day and sat with him. They stared at each other for a while not talking or any form of contact before Yassen got up and made his way out the door rather quickly and carelessly. He shut the door behind him and locked it. He felt confuzed and in a way truly scared. He loved John like the father he lost and if Alex was to be his son then all hope and trust Yassen ever had with Jonh was gone. Not only had he a mission to bring Alex into a world far complacated than he was already in but now a second mission. To discover the real Alex Rider.

-oxoxo-

Alex watched Yassen leave the room rather quickly and hoped that it wasnt bad. Yassen had been acting rather strange, not that Alex knew much about him, it just seemed that he was careless. Not like the assissian he had seen months before.

Months before Yassen was deadly and silent. Not to be seen or heard. A hired man who job was simple yet the dangerous at the same time. He never made mistakes and if mistakes happened he quickly dealt with them. He also never showed a hint of what he thinks. In a way his mind was not his own but a machines. Where as the man he seen today was agitated very slightly and he was staring a lot. Which wasnt proberly unusual but annoying and careless. Not Yassen at all. Well not the Yassen, Alex knew.

Alex checked the door and as he guessed it was locked. The window was open but there was a twenty foot drop. He was trying to figure out the easiest escape route and neither the door nor the window was an option. All he could come up with was waiting till someone opened the door and fighting his way out. But also in hope that it wouldnt be Yassen or Sarov.

The room itself was quite standered. Wardrobe, draws, bed. No computers or games consoles. There was many books. Classical ones that Alex had no intreast in reading. So instead of keeping busy, Alex decided to relax. But also showing the camera that he was up to anything that might alert Sarov. If he relaxed he'd have more energy if it came to a fight and espiecally with his hadn't been any bother so far and there was no pain and Alex hoped it would heal right.

Night came and still no-one came and Alex became restless. He begun to pace the room and worry. He was hungry and tired but refuzed to give into his bodies needs. It felt as if they had all forgotten about him and in a way he hoped they had. But if they had, where would that leave Alex? Locked in a room. No escape. Hungry and tired. Thats when the door clicked and it swung open. A man Alex hadnt seen before stood in the frame. He was well build and tanned but small. But where was Yassen?

" your father requests that you join him for dinner" The man was obviously Russian but knew english that he picked up on.

" He's not my father" Alex grummbled but followed the man out.

The man hadn't introduced himself as they walked and seemed like he didnt intend to either. He walked slightly behind Alex and guided him be simply gestering the way. Alex knew he had a gun and if he made a break for it that like, Yassen he would most likely shoot him. In the leg? The arm? It didnt make a difference.

-OXOXOXO-

They arrived at a set of large door. Much bigger than any of the others surronding it. The man knocked and there was a muffle from the other side.

" IN" Sarov voice boomed with power behind it.

The man opened the door and slightly nugged Alex in.

The room itself was modernly furnished and in the centre stood a table with food. Ten seats were placed around the table and all the food was on the top half of the table. Near Sarov. Sarov but his glass of water down and nodded to the man who left shutting the door behind him. Still no sign of Yassen. Sarov gestered for Alex to take a seat and Alex wanted to take the furthest away but close to the food at the same time. He sat two chairs down from Sarov who stood and watched Alex intently.

The table was filled with salards and meat and various other foods. It made Alex sudddenly remember his hunger. Sarov smiled.

" Help yourself, Alex" He took another sip of his water " there's plenty to choose from but if here isnt anything that you enjoy , i can have the kitchen prepare something for you."

" Thats alright General , I'll find something." Alex looked the food set out on the table. He picked up a pancake and put it down on the plaTe in front of him.

" So Alex, what did you do today?" Alex sighed and looked at the man. There was nothing but affection in his face. Alex exhaled and begun to tell Sarov of his day. Maybe having Sarov as a father he never had wouldnt be so bad.

-oxoxo-

Yassen sat in his room and like always waited. He had excused himself from Sarovs side to do this. There was a leak in MI6 so aquiring Alex's dna was simply accesable and with the right sorces easily stole and compared to his own.

He was waiting for the results from a SCORPIA agent / doctor. His secure phone vibrated three times, telling him it was SCORPIA, before he picked up.

The doctor was first to speak as always.

" Yassen" he answered

" Yes" was all Yassen replied eagily wanting to know the results.

" Well there is a 97% chance that the results are accurate-"

" WELL!" Yassen replied annoyed.

" The results match " at that very moment Yassen lost it. He threw the phone across the room. Alex was his bio-logical son. Not Johns. His!

The doctor was still talking throught the phone. Unaware that Yassen had threw it.

" Yassen? yassen? " The doctor said for a few moment and then dissconnected. Yet Yassen still stayed at he othe side of the room. Thinking.

Alex was his son. SCORPIA wanted him. Sarov wants to adopt him. Rider was not in his blood. He had cheated John. The great assissian had a son. An teenage spy son. The enemy.

So many things clicked in place. Yassen had always wished to have a son but his job and his life didnt agree but now the situation had changed. He did have a son and no-one knew. Well not yet. What was he to do now? He had a mission to complete. His life depends on completion. Could he still hand Alex over to SCORPIA. Father and Son. Yes he could. Alex didnt ever need to know. It would be Yassen's secret. And when Alex was safe at SCORPIA he could still watch over Alex best he could. In shadow of course but Alex didnt need to know. Not know. Not ever if he could help it that is ...

-oxoxoxox-

Back in london, England. The royal and general bank was quietier than usually.

At a desk on the third floor sat a man. A man named Blunt and infact he hiself was quite blunt. He wore the same grey suits and there wasnt any sign of emoutions left in his grey eyes but maybe it came with the job. You see he was the head of MI6 and Alex's 'boss'

He was reading a large report when Mrs. jones , depty- head, walked in.

" We have recieved reports that Alex rider isnt dead but Sarov is holding him. We also have reports that Yassen is there with Sarov and Alex to."

Blunt lay down the report he was reading and stared coldly at her. "Yassen you say. I wonder why he is there? "

" Maybe he is there to tell Alex about his dad"

" Maybe but why would Yassen stray far from SCORPIA just to tell Alex that?" Blunt shoot his head " Yassen is there on buisness and it some how involves Alex. Maybe our friends Have took intreats in Alex."

" Maybe " Mrs. Jones replied uncertain. " What shall we do?"

" Alex Rider is out man. Send a team to collect him. Is that all?" nodded and left the room.

Alex rider son of John rider. Alex rider bio-logical son of Yassen and soon to be Adoptive son of General Alexi Sarov. Alex said he always wanted a father. Now he has two in waiting...

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