This chapter might be a little confusing for some people but hopefully It'll clear up at the end of the chapter.
Three NCIS teams made their way around the old abandoned building, that was a good hour away from the city limits. Every possible exit of the concrete building was now blocked by two or more agents. Gibbs' team along with Balboa and his senior field agent, were positioned at the front entrance.
Tony was reluctantly left behind to guard the back entrance with the other agents since his shoulder was out of commission.
Gibbs gave his signal and swiftly kicked in the door and everyone went filed, wielding guns.
Gibbs started scanning the room for Alex as quickly as he could, while the rest of his agents went in opposite directions to do the same.
He heard various, "clears" throughout the building.
Gibbs let his guns fall to his side. They were too late, now they really had no way to find out where Alex was.
"Damn it," Gibbs hissed vehemently.
All they agents came out of the building, and Gibbs went over to where Balboa and Parker were talking quietly.
"Hey, Gibbs. Sorry about that. You'll get them though," Balboa assured, while Parker nodded his head in complete agreement.
"Thanks, but you guys can go back to NCIS. We can take it from here. And if you could let the Director know what happened, I'd appreciate it," Gibbs said.
"You got it, Gibbs. Good luck," Parker said as they turned to go head back to their cars, with their teams.
When Gibbs' team was the only team left he said, "Alright treat this as a crime scene. We're looking for anything that might lead us to where SCORPIA has taken Alex now."
They all went to their car, opened the trunk and grabbed all their extra supplies they stowed back there for times like these.
They re-entered the building and started processing the room
Gibbs was going through empty cabinets when Tony yelled, "hey, Boss. Got something."
He found Tony in a large room that was pretty bare except for an old wooden chair.
His senor field agent was squatted down, looking grimly at something on the floor.
"What is it?" Gibbs asked.
"Blood," Tony replied simply, reaching into his bag to pull out something to take samples of the blood in. Though both of them had a pretty good idea as to whose blood it was.
"Got something down here too, Boss." Came Mcgee's echoed voice.
Gibbs got up and Tony, being done with bagging his findings, also got up and followed his Boss to an open steel door.
Then they went down a flight of stairs and into a dark hallway, and into another smaller room, where Mcgee and Ziva were.
Mcgee had a flashlight out, since the small flickering bulb was now not giving off enough light.
He shined it to a particular spot on the ground and re veiled what was left of a destroyed cell phone and quite a bit more of blood.
"And we got hair, most likely Alex's," Ziva said holding up an evidence bag with a few strands of bright blonde hair.
"Take it all to Abby. I don't know what she could possibly get from all of this but take it anyways. Maybe all this blood isn't just from one person," Gibbs said, knowing Abby could usually surprise him and get something from nothing.
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Alex was being transported, again. They had been driving for quite a while, Alex hesitated to guess how long since he had spent most of his time asleep. Even though he tried to refrain from sleeping because of his concussion he was almost certain he had.
Looking out of the window all he could see was small houses, they would pass a gas station every once in a while. Other than that, nothing.
Yokov was sitting beside him in the backseat and another SCORPIA member was on the other side of him, while the other two members were in the front.
Yokov was sure to keep his gun well in Alex's view. He wasn't sure if it was to scare him, or intimidate him and keep him from trying anything. But Alex wasn't sure what the man thought he was planning on doing. He was pretty helpless sitting in between the two assassins.
Soon they pulled up to a huge seemingly abandoned factory-like building.
Once the car was parked, Yokov opened the door and jerked Alex out of it. He grabbed him by the upper arm, being sure to squeeze tightly on a particularly big bruise that was already forming there.
Once they were inside Alex could see that his initial reaction to it being an old abandoned building was completely wrong.
But instead of there being machines inside this factory building there was many wooden crates piled high in the huge flat one story building(1).
Suddenly an older man came up to them, smiling.
"Yokov, its been awhile my friend," The man had an English accent.
"Its good to see you too, Gust," Yokov greeted, as they shook hands.
Gust looked thoughtfully at Alex.
"Ah, you must be Alex Rider. Looks like you've had quite a rough time already," he said, smiling at the teen.
"And it's just getting started," Yokov said, also looking menacingly at him.
"Have you told him where he is yet?" Gust asked Yokov.
When Yokov shook his head Gust's smile got even wider.
"I'm one of SCORPIA's arms dealer. You don't think they just go out and buy their weapons do you? You, kid, are at one of my many storage units," Gust said, as if Alex was supposed to be in complete awe.(2)
"Since you managed to foil our last hideout we needed a place to stay till we were scheduled to move you back to Headquarters. So Gust here has been nice enough to offer his hospitality until that time," Yokov finished.
"Do you have anyplace for me to keep him?" Yokov asked Gust.
Gust gestured to a thick pole, then handed Yokov a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.
"Once again SCORPIA wants to thank you for your hospitality," Yokov said then proceeded to jerk Alex over to the pole and cuffing him too it.
Alex had to bite back a groan as the metal cut into his already raw skin.
"Don't run off now," The assassin said smiling cheekily at the teen, before slapping him lightly on his already bruised cheek.
Alex heaved a sigh of relief and annoyance when Yokov finally walked off to talk with Gust some more.
Being right out in the open for everyone to see was definitely going to make getting away harder now.
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Alex had been sitting awkwardly chained to the same pole for a good three hours, or at least that's what he was guessing. He spent most of that time watching people load crates up on a forklift and load them onto a truck backed up to a loading dock.
He had been given water by an unknown man that had more or less thrown it at him. Apparently Yokov did apparently want to keep him alive.
The water had given him some of his strength back. He felt more lucid and alert than before, which in turn had given him time to think about an escape plan.
He waited until he saw a someone walk by him then he spoke up, "Hey, look...I've got to go to the bathroom."
The man he was addressing gave him an odd look before walking off. When the man came back he had Yokov in tow.
"What is it, Rider?" Yokov asked dully.
"I have to pee," Alex repeated.
"Too bad. Hold it," Yokov replied.
"Look, I have a small bladder. But I don't mind wetting myself. I just hope you're ready to smell urine all the way back to SCORPIA," Alex said shrugging slightly, then having to hide a grimace at the pain it caused.
Yokov seemed to think about this idea, and was not too happy with it because he came closer to Alex then uncuffed him from the pole, before jerking him up roughly. Alex was then shoved into the man that he had talked to earlier, "Take him to the bathroom, then straight back and cuff him to the pole. If he gets away it's going to be your ass."
"Yes sir," The man said grabbing Alex by the upper arm and leading him to the bathroom.
They headed in the far side of the building to a small bathroom, with nothing but a toilet, a sink and a cracked mirror hanging over it.
The teen was shoved in and the door was slammed shut and he heard a, "Hurry up," from the man on the other side of the door waiting on him.
Alex carefully and quietly flipped the lock on the door.
He then sighed and turned to look at himself in the broken mirror. He grimaced at the sight of himself. His right eye was completely black. And to add to it both sides of his face were bruised.
Stepping back and lifting his tattered shirt up to look at his battered chest he could see that his entire torso and back was worse off than his face.
His abdomen was almost completely black and blue with bruises. Especially around his ribs where he suspected he had either broken, fractured, or badly bruised one or two of his them. Primarily since every breath he took caused a fair amount of pain.
He knew that if he didn't get away soon he was going to be in even worse condition than he already was. Particularly if Yokov managed to bring him to SCORPIA.
"Hey! Quit playing around in there and hurry up!" Came the man's voice through the door again.
Alex didn't reply back but took the mirror with its metal frame off the wall and turned around to face the door then forced his body into a fighting position.
"Hey!" The man said once again before trying the door only to find that Alex had locked himself in.
The man shouldered his way into the room, breaking the lock on the door.
As soon as the man entered Alex brought the mirror up and lashed out with it, and it made contact with the side of the man's head.
The man went down but he groaned and cursed and started to get back up, apparently the man had a hard head.
Alex stepped back and brought a swift kick to the man's jaw, effectively knocking the man out.
The teenage spy looked carefully out of the bathroom door to see if anyone had seen what had just taken place.
Nobody looked alarmed, the few people that were around were busy talking and doing their jobs. He slipped silently out of the bathroom and took cover behind one of the high stacks of wooden crates that were around. One up side was that he had good cover so no one would notice him.
Though Alex was now at loss for what to do now. He had somewhat managed to get away... Now what?
When he thought about it he didn't feel that he wanted to leave without causing some havoc first.
This arms dealer sold illegal guns to criminal organizations. Mainly SCORPIA. Who's to say that this man hadn't supplied SCORPIA with the gun that had killed his Uncle? Or the sniper that shot him?
Shaking his head at his own pride he headed in the opposite direction of where he knew the exit was.
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"We're in position. Waiting on signal to go in." Was what leading agent Kyle Lockhart heard in his earwig.
"Wait for my command," Kyle whispered into his microphone concealed in his cuff.
"Copy that," He heard coming from his various teams that were in their positions.
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He walked cautiously, having to duck down a few times to avoid being seen until he found something of use to him. There was a desk in the corner, looking around quickly Alex walked hastily over to the desk and knelt down behind it. He slowly surveyed the top.
Alex spotted a bottle of water on the top of the desk. He quickly confiscated the bottle and headed back to the safety of the crates and began his search again.
Finally he came to a stop in front of a power outlet with an overly used extension cord. In school they had called this a 'major fire hazard'. Especially because if was lying right next to one of the many stacks of wooden flammable crates. Alex was about to give them a very hands on demonstration of just how dangerous this could be.(3)
He unscrewed the top of the water bottle and cautiously poured the water onto the extension cord. As soon as he heard and saw the sparks he quickly started making his way into the other direction.
As he got closer to where he had been cuffed he could hear Yokov's raised voice.
"What do you mean you lost him? He took you down? I beat that kid to a pulp and he still managed to take you down?!" He asked firing questions at the man Alex had knocked out.
But before the man could retort there was a loud boom on the opposite end of the factory it shook the building, sending smoke and debris everywhere.
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Lockhart heard the muffled boom on the other end of the factory that they were at, and then the yells and fast moving feet. He knew he had to act quickly, "Move in on three." He said swiftly to the rest of his team.
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"What-" Yokov said turning around to look int the direction he had heard the boom.
Alex looked around himself, surprised at the explosion. He saw that the machines like a small forklift that was hooked up to the power outlet Alex had spilled the water on had short circuited and had exploded. The fire was expanding quicker than he had planned.
He felt that now was the time for him to leave. He had obviously caused enough havoc here. He turned around and saw that Yokov was staring at him fiercely.
"Rider," he hissed, making his way toward the teen, ignoring the fire and people who worked for Gust that were now scrambling away from the fire.
Alex looked around for anything to defend himself with. He knew he would not be powerful enough especially in his current state to fight off Yokov. Not being able to find a weapon he looked for an escape. But he had already seen that the only useable exits were now on the other side of Yokov.
The Assassin advanced quickly on the boy, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close.
"Rider, you've really tried my patience today," Yokov said before laying another hard punch into Alex's jaw.
He spit crimson blood from his mouth.
The man then tried to drag Alex over to an exit but he spy began struggling. Alex heard his shirt rip off of him, and lay in Yokov's hand.
The assassin growled and before Alex had time to react he aimed a kick to the teen's lower legs knocking him expertly off of his feet and onto his back.
Yokov stood over him and bent over coughing slightly from the smoke-filled factory. If they didn't get out of there soon they would run out of oxygen. He bent over to drag Alex back to his feet but a door slamming open and a man's voice yelling, "FBI!"
Yokov cursed in Russian.
A man came up to them, coughing already from the smoke. He seemed surprised by the fact that a man was looming menacingly over a bruised boy, and of all places at a arm's dealers storage unit that was currently on fire. But the man didn't falter.
Aiming his gun as best he could through the thick cloud of black smoke he ordered, "Back away from the child and put your hands in the air."
There was another loud explosion. This time it was closer, causing heat to become greater, and debris to come flying at them. The man had to shield himself from the debris and Yokov took this a excellent distraction and he threw a powerful kick to Alex's ribs and took off for the exit.
Pain erupted in Alex's chest and he found that he couldn't breathe. All he could do was gasp painfully on the floor, and the fact that the room was filled with smoke wasn't helping either.
He then felt someone kneel beside him.
"Take it easy, son. My name's Kyle. You're gonna be okay," he heard distantly, everything was becoming hazy to him. He felt gentle fingers examine his ribs. Alex felt himself being lifted into someone's arms. Any other time he would have been embarrassed by this notion but now, not being able to breathe properly, he didn't care.
He was carried out of the fire-stricken building just as a fire truck appeared to put the fire out. Kyle then proceeded to take him to a car and putting him in the passenger seat.
"You just keep concentrating on your breathing, kid. I know it hurts," Kyle said sympathetically.
Then someone came up beside Kyle, "We've got Gust, along with a few other of his employee's that were in the building. Oh my- Kyle what's wrong with him?" Said a woman's voice.
"Looks like he's been beaten. I think one of his ribs have punctured a lung too. I'm taking him to the hospital. Tell Patterson he's in charge," came Kyle's quick response as he hurried around to the driver side of the car. Then as quick as he could he sped off to the nearest hospital.
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Abby was pacing in the middle of the bullpen, waiting on her fearless leader and the rest of the team to enter the room. The blood tests were in and they were not good. And now she had to break it to Gibbs.
The elevator door dinged and everyone quickly filed in and made their way to their desks.
"Abby what are you doing up here?" Mcgee asked, already swiftly typing away at keys on his keyboard.
"I come bearing news. Bad news. I got the blood tests back and all of the blood I tested came back as Alex's. He's hurt Gibbs," Abby said sadly.
"Do you have anything that might lead us to where Alex was taken?" Gibbs asked lightly. He knew Abby was upset but he had to know.
"No! We have nothing! What are we going to do Gibbs?" Abby shrieked, genuinely worried for her new young friend.
"We've got agents at every airport, harbor, and bus station. And there's still that BOLO for that van. Don't worry Abby we'll find him," Tony said determinedly.
This seemed to pacify Abby some because she nodded reluctantly and stopped pacing as much then went over the Mcgee's desk to help him with whatever he was doing on his computer.
Gibbs just hoped Tony was right.
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Kyle Lockhart sat in the hospital waiting room doing exactly that, waiting. He wrung his hands anxiously. What was a teenager doing in an arm's dealers storage unit? Especially in the state he was in.
He was genuinely surprised to see Special Agent Tobias Fornell step through the hospital doors.
His boss walked up to him.
"I understand you and your teams did a great job today, Lockhart. We got Gust. But from what else I've heard you stumbled across a child," Fornell said saying his last sentence slowly in slight astonishment.
"Yeah, I did. A teenager," Kyle replied.
"Did you get a name?" Fornell asked.
"No, a man that looked like he wanted to kill the boy kicked him in the ribs and he punctured a lung. The guy got away though. Fornell he had bruises all over him. He was beaten," Kyle said sadly.
"Have you gotten an update yet?" Tobias asked.
When Kyle shook his head no, Tobias went over to the nurses station and began talking to a nurse, and then proceeded to showed her his credentials. She swiftly got up to find a doctor to get an update for the FBI agents.
"We tried to ask Gust who the kid is but he isn't talking. He just said that if he did talk he would be in even bigger trouble than he was now but with one of the organization he sold weapons to," Fornell explained when he got back to Lockhart.
Kyle could only nod confusedly. What is so important about this kid that a whole entire organization is willing to kill a man for?
Suddenly a older looking doctor walked up to them carrying a clipboard in his hands.
"Are you the agents here for the teenager that was brought in?" the man asked.
"Yes, we are. How is he?" Kyle said standing up.
"I'm doctor Bensting. He's stable right now. Do you know who he is? That would help us a lot with his condition. We know nothing about the boy. At some point it could do more harm than good if he's allergic to any medication. And we're not really supposed to divulge information for a minor to anyone other than family. Has his parents been notified?" Dr. Bensting asked.
"We don't know who he is. So no, we can't notify his parents. Is he awake? We need to ask him some questions," Fornell said sternly.
"He was awake for a moment before we gave him some painkillers. The boy is very badly bruised on just about every part of his body. And was in quite a bit of pain. But before he fell asleep he kept mumbling the names 'Gibbs' and 'NCIS'. Does that mean anything to you, gentlemen?" Dr. Bensting asked the agents.
Fornell paled a bit, sighed, and mumbled, "great."
Then he started to walk away but before he exited the building he turned around and addressed Kyle, "Stay with the kid until I get back. I've got to make a trip to NCIS."
A/N- Well here we go. Alex is safe...Kinda ;) I was really on the fence about posting the chapter. I had quite a few possible ways to go with this but this one seemed to be the more thought out one and the more...possible one I guess.
And I had some MAJOR help from ChakramVampire for her help on this chapter! She gave me a lot of help and motivation for this so I would definitely give a thanks to her! Thank you!!!!
(1)- You know what I'm talking about right?...Those flat buildings where the bad guys out their stuff in? OH! Like on one episode of NCIS where Ziva shoots that African(?) dude in the foot...lol Yeah just picture that but bigger.
(2)- I have no idea where Criminal organization's get their guns...They just might go out and buy them....so just smile and nod on this one lol.
(3)-I'm also not a fire bug so I have no clue if it would really cause an explosion and fire like this.
And I know a lot of people say this but reviews really do encourage writers to write more and to write quicker. So drop a real quick review for me please and thank you!