A/N: Well... I honestly forgot about this story and I must say that I am running out of ideas, which means it's going to end soon... There will probably only be one more chapter, believe it or not...

(Alex)

The walk to my room was boring... I even counted the steps I took while walking. I opened the door to my room and sat down on the leather couch. The television was off leaving the room silent. I rested my head on the back of the couch and listened carefully. The clock ticking faintly and I counted the seconds. Then, I realized there was a second ticking that seemed to synchronize with the seconds on the clock, but it was off by a millesecond. I glanced over my shoulder at the clock. A small red light turned green and the floor beneath my feet began to fall inward. I half ran half climbed to the wall, trying to find something to hang on to. Needless to say, there was nothing. The floor finally disappeared completely and I fell... fell... fell... fell... My heart thumped wildly in my chest... thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump... the impact finally came... My heartbeat began to slow... thump... thump... thump... thump...

(Dragon)

I was riding in a helicopter with K-Unit and N-Unit, both units were anxious to finish the mission. The pilot was telling MI6 the coordinates of our current position; we were only thirty-five minutes away from our intended target. However, we were not going to the organization right away. First, we are going to camp in the woods far enough where they can not see us, but we can get there quickly if needed. Everybody was silent. There was no conversation at all. I felt like I needed to break the silence, but I did not know how. Dread filled the small helicoptor compartment, making me anxious and worried.

We landed thirty five minutes later just outside the border of the woods and jumped out of the helicopter. Cheetah remained in the helicopter, because he was going to be taken to the organization as soon as we were stationed in the woods. His face was pale and tiny beads of sweat trickled down his brow. The others were still gathering supplies, so I re-entered the helicopter and sat down beside my comrade. "You're going to be okay, Cheetah. We will not let anything happen to you."

"Unless I die before you get there." Cheetah mumbled.

I sighed, "Every soldier experiances fear at one point, what matters is how you deal with it."

"But... this whole plan could just fall apart. I mean, they want me to pose as a dangerous teenage assassain or whatever, but I just do not look like one. Come on, how can my beautiful face store so much hate?" He grinned at the end.

I laughed, "Now you are beginning to sound a lot like your old self, Cheetah. I don't think you're afraid of dying, so what's up?"

He sighed, "You know the teenage spy, Alex Rider?"

I nodded.

"Well, I have certain reasons to think he is still alive. What if he is in that building for some odd reason? Will I have to kill him in order to save people who have never cared about me?"

That was something I barely knew how to reply to, "Cheetah... Listen carefully, if you begin to have doubts on your success-"

He cut me off, "I know, I'll die along with a lot more people. The problem is... never mind."

"No, you always do that, now what's up?" I stated.

"Hey, Dragon! Come on, let's get this mission over with!" Cardinal yelled from outside.

I glanced over at Cheetah, who looked more nervous than before; I smiled at him, "You're going to be fine, okay." It was not a question.

The boy smiled, "Yeah."

I climbed out of the helicopter and watched as it flew away.

(Tom)

I can not believe I am actually doing this. The helicopter landed and I jumped out of it, not knowing what I was going to get myself into as soon as I entered the building...

(Cardinal)

*A Week Later*

"Please tell me we have the orders to infiltrate the building." Fly remarked.

I shook my head, "We have to wait for back-up."

Lion growled, "We have not heard from Cheetah in five days. We need to at least see what is going on!"

"Lion, you are the unit leader, but think about it. If we go charging in there, we will only get Cheetah killed and the mission fails." Dragon replied. "Is that what you want?"

The man glared at Dragon, "Do you want Cheetah to die?"

I stepped in, "Nobody wants Cheetah to die, but orders are orders. We need back-up, so we just have to wait. I believe Cheetah can survive until then..."

"If he isn't dead already." Fly stated.

(Tom)

One light was all there was in the room. I am sitting in a chair underneath this light with my hands and ankles chained to the chair legs. It The white walls around me has red splatters. These red splatters are blood, my blood. My head rested against my chest, because my weak muscles can not even hold my head. The blood loss was beginning to make me lose consciousness. The door unlocked and opened, but I did not bother to even open my eyes.

"How does it feel, Tom Harris? How does it feel to know you will die here?" The man asked.

I laughed weakly, "Switch me places and you will find out." This earned me another stabwound in my arm.

"Remarks like that will not get you anywhere, brat." The man hissed. "Now tell me, why did MI6 send you?"

I did not answer and the man snapped his fingers. The door opened again and two more people entered. They walked over and one grabbed my arm while the other stuck an IV in my arm. The machine was plugged into an electrical outlet and some sort of liquid started to enter my arm through the tube. Immediately, my arm began to burn. I pulled at my arm, trying to shake the needle out of my arm, but it was not working. The fire I felt in my veins spread to my neck and chest; I could barely breathe.

"Let's see how you are in twelve hours. Maybe you will be ready to talk by then." I heard somebody say and the door closed seconds later. I was left with the strange, burning medicine pouring into my bloodstream. It was too painful to move as the liquid continued to spread throughout my body. I was shaking despite the fire in my veins; just let it all end, I thought and began to remember how I got here.

I stepped into the building, staring in awe at how large the structure was on the inside. A man walked up to me and shook my hand, "My name is Jeremy."

"Corey Sanders." I replied.

"Welcome, Corey. I hope you find your stay here... exciting." Jeremy stated.

The next day, eight men entered my room with guns in their hands. "Jeremy wishes to see you, Tom Harris."

So they found out who I really was. Remembering did not help me at all in this situation. My only question; how did Jeremy find out my real name so quickly? I had no answer for that.

They took me to a small room with white rooms and chained me to a chair, then left. A few minutes later, Jeremy walked in. "Tom, I'm going to ask a few questions." He held a knife to my throat, "If you do not answer, my hand may just slip..."

I glared at him, "My name is not Tom, it's Corey. Are you really that crazy to mistake me for someone else? Also, you tie me to a chair, is that how you treat your new recruits?"

"When they come in under a disguise to spy on my organization, then yes. Also, you may want to remember who has the knife." The knife dug into my neck, drawing blood, but I did not flinch. "Question one: How old are you?"

"Too old to count." I replied sarcastically.

The man smiled and grabbed a can that sat behind the chair. He opened the lid and I could smell the gasoline fumes. "Let me ask you again, how old are you?"

"None of your business." I said and swallowed back the fear rising in my throat.

The man poured the gasoline on my left leg, "You may want to reconsider your answer."

I just sat there and glared at the man while trying to disguise my fear. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and set my pants on fire. I screamed in pain as the fabric melted onto my skin. He let the fire keep going for a few more minutes then pured water onto the fire. The stench of burning flesh made my stomach flip.

"Question two..." The man stated. The torture continued for what seemed like all day when, in reality, it was only a few hours. I had burns all over my legs, arms, and even my right ear. That was only the first day after I was captured...

The medicine seemed to attack my organs all at once. Tears streamed down my bloody face and I could barely breathe. My fist clenched despite how weak it was and I gritted my teeth, trying to block out the pain. It's been days since I came here... where is my unit? Have they forgotten about me, abandon me? God, please let them come through the door right now and save me from this torture... I'm not sure how much more of this I can take...I began to slip in and out of consciousness, but I still had nightmares. They mainly consisted of me being tortured to death, but I felt like it was actually a premonition.