Ch. 3 Catch of the Day

Hello, quite a while since I've seen you. *Duck from chair, table, and rotten fruit.* he he , yeah I did promise this chapter almost a year ago *rub back of neck*, but hey I finally got it here. I'm sorry it's late, some personal things came up that didn't allow for time, but thanks for hanging in there.

Thanks to the two guests, Kaekoa, and yashendra2797 for reviewing. Also thanks to everybody who is following this story. Regretfully in this chapter I won't reveal the Identity of Devil, but I guess many of you are suspecting who it is.

Well, let's get back to the story.

Disclaimer I don't own Alex Rider or Criminal Mind

Previously:

With the normal routine they keep he knows it time. The time has come to deal with the dealer. * * * * * * ** * * * * * * ** * * * * *

After seeing Paul deal with all his students, Alex follows him through many streets, backstreets, and alleys until coming to a warehouse. 'Seriously!,' though Alex, 'he had to follow the stereotype of a drug dealer by hiding inside an abandoned warehouse.'

The front of the warehouse faces a large unused drive way that has been overgrown with weeds and grasses. The windows are covered with wood planks and the walls are covered with old graphite and chipped paint. The back way leads to a huge parking lot that used to see truck and cars coming in and out. Now huge unused metal binds take their places. These bins are not transport binds but are filled with holes and opening that are found in recycling bins and trash bins. The neat thing is that bins are organized in a way so that anybody looking out the window cannot see anybody hiding between the bins or beyond the bins. The same thing goes for anybody trying to see from the street, they cannot see anybody between the bins or what is going on inside the warehouse.

After making sure Paul walks into the warehouse without suspecting anything, Alex weaves between the binds until finding one with a large opening big enough for him to dive in after dealing with 'The hlad vlka.'Inside the bin Alex duped his school bag, making sure it wouldn't be visible to anybody walking by and be easy access if he need to get away quickly.

Once everything there was settle Alex carefully check one of the back windows and was able to slide in through the crack quietly and quickly without attracting attention. Alex stood up and observed that he was stuck between the wall and about two feet high wall of wooden boxes. Between the wall and the boxes there was enough space for at least two men walk side by side.

He began to walk around and quickly found out the boxes form a maze and little dead ends big enough to becomes rooms and store many items. Alex decided that he would lose his way around, so he reach into his jacket pocket and pulled a white marker. Along the way he began to mark where he had walked. The first few dead ends that he came across were empty, just collecting dust. After a while Alex came across more interesting finds; he found at least two to three rooms fill with packages of leaves, pills, and other raw drugs, four rooms had tables and lab equipment most likely used for production of the street drugs, one room had a lot of ammunition and guns, and another room filled with stacks of money. Many typical things found in an evil drug lord hide out, don't you think. But the last room that Alex came across was more unique from the rest, this room was an actual bedroom.

To one corner was a mattress and frame against one of the corners cover by sheets. To the side occupying the middle of the wall was a vanity filled with make-up, on one side of the vanity was a shelf fill with head mannequin containing wigs, on the other side of the vanity there was a shelf filled with holders and storage for masks, scars, and other facial covering. During the whole walk of the box maze Alex was taking pictures after picture of each walkway, dead-end, and room, not missing any details.

After taking two rolls worth of pictures Alex place the camera and the rolls in a small zipper pocket on the front pocket of his jacket. With that of the way Alex began the slow walk to where he had originally located Paul. Paul was in what can be described as the shipping area, this the only place in the warehouse that is left bared except for a few tables to the side that held the Ziploc bags filled with drug and money for or from each of the student. With the main player unsuspecting anything Alex carefully extracted a tranquilizing gun from its hiding pockets in its short.

Carefully silently as an assassin he place three tranquilizer darts in the chamber, cock the gun and fire. After the first shot struck his back, Alex started counting One, two three, four, five , six, seven . . Paul went down. Eight, nine, ten, . . . Alex carefully tiptoed to the fallen man and checked that he was unconscious. With a fluid motion he took out a rope from his side pocket and began to tide Paul into a sitting position in the middle of the space. Once satisfied that he was trust up like a turkey and check for weapons, which he didn't possess any weapons or sharp objects.

Alex then turn his attention to the tables on the side, there Alex took out the camera and snap away pictures of the bags filled with different types of drugs with labels on where it will go and bags filled with money and who it came from. There was a table in the far corner that had papers of all the kids that worked for Paul and how they came to work for him whether for money, drugs, or duress. There was also written plans on possible expansion of his so call business by bringing in more adults giving him more control to other schools. Alex snapped away with enough pictures to fill in about a roll of pictures, but he was so engrossed in the papers he did not hear the door open. "Hey boss we had a good picking," came a boisterous voice that snapped Alex away from his picture taking. Alex turned around just in time to see two thugs turn around the corner of the boxes that blocked the view of the front entrance.

The first goon noticed Paul tied up and knocked out in the middle of the space and began walking toward the middle without been aware of his surroundings. The second seem smarter than the first and looked around until spotting Alex trying to walk along the shadow the walls. Alex now seeing it was futile to sneak away, stop and observed his opponents. The first thug had a buzz cut and didn't have much muscle as his other companion. The second thug can almost be described as a weight lifter, with bulging arm muscles and he had long greasy hair that seriously needed a wash. After assessing his opponents Alex hear a roar and notice the second thug or Greasy, as he was dub, run towards Alex like a raged bull.

Alex seeing the action braised himself and one second before grease could reach him he moved to the side and watch him run strait into the boxes. The first thug, or Buzz, seeing his companion brash movement, move more carefully toward Alex.

With Grease behind him shaking himself back to battle and Buzz between Alex and his exit, Alex prepared for a fight. He placed his camera in the front pocket and moved to able to see the two goons begin to advance toward him. Buzz hook punched while at the same time Grease try to hammer fist Alex's back head. Alex seeing this crouched down and sweep Buzz and with that turn kicked upward to Grease's stomach. Buzz felled flat on his back while Grease was left wheezing out breath. With both opponents down from the battle Alex quickly reached for the gun and first shot Grease. Before he was able to turn and shot Buzz he was grabbed from behind and held in a bear hug. "Who do think you are kid, coming here?" came the growl from the man holding Alex. Alex smirked "I'm your nightmare, dealer of sins, I'm a devil to my enemies" with that Alex whipped his head back and hear the satisfying crunch of a nose breaking. Buzz unable to hold on loosen his grip long enough for Alex to pull the trigger and shoot at his leg. Once Buzz was able to gain his bearing he resume his activity of squeezing Alex but Alex didn't struggle much . . . four five six seven . . Even harder he was squeezed until it became harder to breathe . . . nine ten eleven Alex was almost wheezing . . . fourteen fifteen . . . until finally the thug loosened his grip and fell down.

Alex slowly stood up and dusted himself from imaginary dirt once aging Alex reached into his left side pocket and pulled out some rope. He went to each person and took of their person any weapons and had all of trust up like turkey. Once that was done Alex walk reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, "Hello lieutenant this is Devil, I have a package that need to be picked up." Once finished supplying the police with the address he re-took out the camera and snapped a picture of the trusted up dealer and his goons, as he took out the camera unnoticed by him a piece of paper fell out of the pocket.

Hey everybody, almost a year has pass since the first chapter I uploaded. I currently have the next chapter in progress. When it will be publish I don't know since classes are in session and they don't leave too much spare time to write. I'll try to publish the next chapter before April, if not by April it should be done by June.

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