The smell of September breeze always reminded her of home. Or what was left of it.
The bombs haunted her dreams still.
It was fifteen years after bombing, it all changed.
The game changed. The rules changed. And most all the players changed.
She was overjoyed when she heard that John Rider was dead, five years ago.
But now…now…this Alex Rider changed everything. Because Vienna was still mad; still out for revenge…still out for blood. Alex Rider may have not bombed her beloved home but his father did and for that Alex Rider will pay.
Vienna now had a goal, the death of Alex Rider.
The smell of September breeze still haunts her still. And her traitorous father still mocks her in her dreams.
Vienna smiled.
Vienna could not escape or outrun her past. And she wouldn't let Alex escape his father's past. For the smell of September breeze still haunts her dreams.
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Alex Rider was happy. Happy that MI6 was out and hopefully for good this time. Happy that today was his 17th birthday and that he was still alive.
And under the façade, the dreams still haunt him.
The pain and terror, the injustice and torment, and most of all the screams of help that Alex wanted so much to answer but could not.
But most of all her sad tormented face before the building blew up.
Sabina's sad tormented face filled with anguish that no human being should ever feel.
He couldn't save her. And for that Alex could not forgive himself for.
But Sabina was not the only one who died in the explosion.
Jack. Sweet Jack who tended to his wounds.
Jack. Brave Jack who stayed strong even when she shouldn't have to.
Jack. Loyal Jack who was with him even when she could have left.
Jack. Jack…who he will see again or hear again.
Jack. Jack, who was gone, lost, because of him.
And now all he had left was house…and MI6.
MI6 had paid for the running of his house but finding a job was somewhat hard considering his relatively low grades and sketchy track record.
But nevertheless he found a job delivering newspaper to houses.
Alex Rider was happy.
But under the façade the dreams still haunt him.
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"Target closing in…"
"Five, four, three, and two..."
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The woman screamed. She couldn't help it.
The blood…so much blood; a man soon kneeled down beside the kid.
Checking for a pulse, then the man looked at the kid's face…oddly familiar.
And then it hit him.
"Cub?"