So her it is, the update. I was gonna have this out yesterday and i tried really hard, but it didn't happen but it's here now so...yeah. Umm...should i bother with a disclaimer? who knows. well, here you go-I don't own Alex Rider and i probably never will. Fuck Anthony Horowitz and his not selling the rights. Well there you have it-read on.

Alex even jumped a foot in the air and clutched his ear, gasping, "What the fuck was that for, Jack?" She answered like a petulant child, "You weren't paying attention to me so i made you listen." Alex answered a little wryly, "I thought I was supposed to be the child here." Jack grinned and walked away leaving Alex very confused. He was caught up in his thoughts on the matter when Jack once again shouted at him, although this time from a safe distance. "You have to go to the bank!"

"Oh yeah," the grin slid off Alex's face as well as Jack's. "I'll get going now he muttered," as he slowly walked to the door. Just as he was pulling the door open Jack ran up behind him and hugged Alex. "Don't you dare die mister, or I'll...I'll drag you back into the land of the living just to kill you here?" He grinned at her. "Yeah, sure Jack. But you should remember something...because I am perfection so therefore I cannot mess up and...and yeah." Jack smacked the top of his head. "Idiot," she whispered fondly. Then she gave him a push. You better come back...or else!" Jack called after him.

Alex who had stumbled a bit but by now was about halfway down the driveway grinned at Jack. "Got it!" he answered and continued his way to the bus stop that was around two blocks from his house. Once Alex got there he checked the times and learnt that the next bus was five minutes away. So, as he had nothing else to do Alex sat down on the waiting bench and started contemplating. The matter of what this mission was going to be, of course. In the next fiveish minutes he had come up with a very interesting story.

Scorpia had wanted to rule Britain so they were plotting to kill the Prime Minister. It had been his job to capture the replacement that Scorpia had planned. And so he had shot the man with pies...why Alex did not know. But that was what his overly active imagination had come up by that time the bus had arrived so he got up and hopped into the bus. Seeing as the bus was relatively empty Alex was able to get one of the good seats in the back. He then proceeded to make himself comfy as the ride would be another thirty minutes at least.

So twenty-five minutes later one bleary-eyed fourteen year old spy got off the bus and walked towards the Royal & General Bank. Or MI6 headquarters, whatever you want to call it. Alex was beginning to feel very apprehensive. Any sort of earlier light-heartedness was gone. Alex was now seriously wondering if he would make it out alive, or without being tortured. The teen honestly didn't think he could deal with this much more. But Alex was pulled out of his thoughts as he had to check in with the "receptionist". Luckily there wasn't much of a line(l) so he only had to wait about five minutes before it was his turn.

"Name, please," the woman behind the desk, 'Laney' if her name tag was correct, asked. Alex answered, "Alex Rider, account number 746350213744 please. I'm here to see and ." Laney looked shocked for a second before telling him, "The elevators are on the left, floor number two." "Thank you," Alex replied before turning sharply and making his way to the elevators. He pushed the 'up' button and took a step back to wait. Luckily Alex didn't have to wait long. The elevator 'binged'(2) and two men dressed in black suits stepped out.

The teen hurried into the elevator and shut the door so as to have the space to himself. Alex was slightly claustrophobic and liked to be in enclosed spaces with other people even less. He hurriedly pushed the third floor button and concentrated on his breathing. In...out...in...out. And then, finally the ride was over. Alex took quick steps out the door and down the hall before he reached Blunt's office. He smiled ironically at the plaque on the door. It read " Bank Head" on it.

If only, if only, Alex thought, shaking his head. But he also knocked. There was no answer. 'Like always. Seriously, they could at least be on time to their own damn meeting,' he thought before moving to one of the chairs lined up on the edge of the hallway. They were hard and black. Alex hated those chairs with a passion.'And still I spend so much time in them,' he thought bemusedly. But, just then, Blunt and Jones rounded the corner right then. 'I didn't even have to wait five minutes,' he thought, surprised. 'They never come in less that ten.' But he shrugged it off, internally of course. Alex didn't like showing emotions in front of these two.

So Alex pulled out his 'blank' face, the one that showed no emotion at all. Not even the eyes. And then he stood up and entered the office with Blunt and Jones. They didn't even acknowledge him. Didn't acknowledge his existence. So Alex had to catch the door as it was closing and force it open again. He shut it behind him and asked, "So...what is it this time?"

"Alex we want you to infiltrate an organization. CHERUB." Jones said, though through her peppermint. "CHERUB? What's that an organization of mini angels? Seriously, who names a terrorist organization something like that?" Alex snarked. Blunt sighed. "It is not. It is a small subdivision of MI5 that uses child spies." "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?! You have a whole division WILLING child spies why the hell can't you use them instead!?" The teen boy was livid.

And Blunt and Jones had no expressions. "Alex, during this mission you will be playing a thirteen year-old. This will give you a higher chance of recruitment. All the other information is in the file."Jones said, while sliding a file with the word CHERUB printed across the top. You may read it in the hallway before returning it. After thet go see Smithers. ALso a car will pick you up at nine a.m. tomorrow morning. Goodbye." Jones finished off trying to finish quickly annd get the glaring boy away from her. So, Alex got up and walked with tight, quick steps through the door and towards the chairs in the hall. He then sat down quickly, still clenching his jaw.

So yeah, if you review I'll give you cupcakes? Please?