Chapter 2: of A.S.

Tulip Jones sat behind her desk and ran a wary hand through her hair and sighed. She was tired.

Tired of her agents dying at the hands of the enemy.

'Alex' her mind urged and she shook her head speaking aloud.

"No, not again."

The last time she had seen him, he wasn't the same and it was a good change. It was horrible! He was cold and worse he looked empty.

He was the same Alex Rider she had met the year before, now she had left him alone for exactly two years and she congratulated herself.

With another sigh Tulip Jones picked up the office phone and called a seven digit number.

"Hello sergeant Levi, SAS Unit commander of Base"

"I need your best unit"

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The man led him to the second floor, of the second building of five, and stopped at a door.

"Your quarters" he said with a strong Scottish accent. The man had introduced himself as Sam, he had been recruited right out of prison, and he owed John Thompsons, his own life.

'Might as well get some sleep' he thought and lay fully down and kicked the door with his foot to close it.

For the first time in three weeks, Alex Rider lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Of course it wasn't a nightmare free night!

Like every time Alex tried to sleep, he would gasp awake and have a gun in hand and sweaty, Alex woke for the second time that morning as Sam banned on the doors for roll-call.

Slipping a hand through his hair the blond opened the door as just as Sam was going to bang on it and said 'here sir'.

Quickly changing and walking downstairs Alex walked to the lineup for food; he felt all the eyes of his now fellow pupils staring at him as if he was an alien and sighed.

'Take a picture! Lasts longer!' he snarled a sarcastic comment in his head.

Girls giggled and pointed at him while some of the Youngers stared at the blond, with his longish hair, blue eyes that were cold or filled with emotions he wanted others to see and his new uniform for new recruits.

Once the food was in his hands he walked and ignored the big groups that showed room for him but walked to the table with one person and the others sighed in disappointment.

The boy had red curly hair and brown eyes, he had jumped when Alex sat down, his eyes never missed a thing. So Alex looked at the boy as he kept stealing glances when he thought the blond wasn't looking.

"What do you want?" he asked softly making the unnamed boy jump.

"Umm… Why you sitting here? I mean you could sit with the others.." he trailed off and blushed red and looking down as if he offended Alex.

"I don't like big groups. What is your name?"

"J Jack"

'Just had to be that uh?'

"Mine is Alex."

A/N: that was kind of short uh? When I wrote this it was longer but…

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