The Hands of Evil

by Dr. C Nial DeMencha

Alex Rider has a seemingly impossible task - to infiltrate Scorpia. Along his mission, he meets old friends and new enemies. But every time he gets ahead, his life takes a twist. And in a world of lies, where no one can be trusted, can he face the odds?

12. Chapter 12

Evil Star

MRS. JONES! After four hours of thought over it, he still couldn't believe that Mrs. Jones had been kidnapped. He had thought it would be Crawley or someone but he had never expected Mrs. Jones. As far as he knew she was restricted to office work.

The chopper was a Falcon 421BD. It was the newest model in the world. It cost a million dollars. Considering it was about three hundred sq. feet and had one of the most advanced control systems of any vehicle in the world, it wasn't too expensive. Especially if the buyers were MI6.

Alex Rider stared out of the window of the chopper. It was made of bullet proof glass. He thought about the news that Blunt had given him. He still couldn't believe it. Scorpia had kidnapped Mrs. Jones. That was why he was on this mission. To rescue her. And to complete his last mission.

Wolf walked into the compartment Alex was in. he sat down next to Alex, and was joined by the other agents. He pulled out a sheet of paper, and began examining it. He finally spoke, "Here's the plan, Alex. Scorpia have shifted their base to a ship in the Atlantic Ocean. So we go in. we have the element of surprise on our side. We put a tracking device on Mrs. Jones' son. He was the head. He was supposedly the securest. It's still on him." Wolf grinned.

He continued, hardly referring to the paper, "The ship has one single part, which has two levels. We're going to attack the second level, that's where all the important people are. We kill them, and get out on a motorboat that waits for us. Any questions?"

Alex shook his head. But he had a feeling that something was wrong. It seemed so easy. But he had been on enough missions to know that this kind of thing wasn't easy.

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Four hours and many discussions later, it was eight o' clock in the night. Alex had been on the chopper eight hours and had managed a few hours of sleep. The helicopter was going to circle overhead while the occupants parachuted out. But being the exceptional chopper it was, they had parachutes that were guided from the plane. Alex couldn't land off course.

Fox was going to remain on board. The others strapped into their parachutes. Alex wouldn't have to do anything. Everything was done from the plane. The plane door opened, and Wolf waited for the light to go green before jumping out. Then Snake and Eagle followed. Cub hesitated and then jumped out into the night.

There is an exceptional feeling you get when you are falling through the air. It is almost indescribable, but there is one thing to say. Cub felt the adrenaline pump through his veins. He felt like screaming but the feeling prevented him from it. He didn't feel afraid. At a time like this he forgot all his fears and doubts and let the wind take him.

When he reached one hundred feet above the ship, the parachute opened and he felt himself pulled upwards. He landed safely beside Wolf. The older man nodded and the whole team moved stealthily, without a sound. Suddenly Eagle tripped and fell with a crash. He swore. He wasn't hurt, but the enemy would be on their guard.

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The cameras swiveled. The man looking at them was tall and thin. In almost perfect physical condition. Half his skin was white while the other half was black. He smirked. Everything was going according to plan.

The rooms were deserted. It seemed very odd that it was that way. Wolf had expected the ship to be teeming with people. But it seemed empty. Even the rooms were bare except for a couple of crates in each. They contained gun powder, but Wolf ignored them. He didn't realize their importance. But he wasn't to know.

The upper levels could be reached by the help of a stair case. Climbing up it, Alex wondered again if everything was right. It seemed pretty odd, but nothing to make him panic.

The room that had a proper was locked. Wolf shot it open with a bazooka. His team fanned into the room covering the every angle. The room was deserted. Something was definitely wrong. A ship that was supposed to have a dozen people on it, was empty.

Wolf just turned around when it happened.

Another cliffie. Ha ha. Review if you want the next chapter.