AN: Okay, I will have to admit that this is NOT one of my best chapters to date yet, but I just couldn't keep anyone waiting. This chapter is set of three different points of view and is in third person I have a reason as to why the points of views are constantly changing. This also explains why this chapter is longer than the pervious chapters. Thanks to all who have reviewed this story so far! It's helped out a lot.

Also, My word document program DOES NOT work right now. I'm using the notebook application at the moment. If you catch any spelling or grammatical errors, please ignore them for now until the errors are so bad that it interferes with the book series (the real book series) itself.

Also, I do NOT own the character of Alex Rider, nor do I own the series itself. However, I do own this particular fanfiction story. Need proof? I'll provide photographic evidence.

Chapter 4:

A phone rang in the distance. It was six in the morning. If it had not been for the phone interrupting Alex's latest nightmare, the his nightmare would have turned into a night terror. It was those kinds of dreams that would showcase Jack's death once again. Pain, despair, and misery always engulfed Alex as he kept seeing the fiery explosion over and over again. Alex's dreams would normally start out with finding the note that Scorpia left for him in his apartment. Then, he would walk to the meeting place and would purposely be taken hostage, before watching Jack die. This time, the dream started out differently. Alex was heading home from another day of school. As alex passed the apartment's swimming pool, he heard a scream. It was the type of piercing scream that sent chills down one's back as it was filled with terror. Immediately, Alex went into spy mode; dropping his school bag to the ground so he could increase his running speed and distance more easily towards the pool itself. Upon his arrival was none other than Julius Grief. Jack was in Julius's arm lock (his left arm to be exact) while his right arm held a knife to her throat. Tears were falling at a rapid rate down Jack's face while terror was plastered on her face as well. Never had Alex felt even more helpless in his life. His dream self did not plan on giving up anytime soon. In a desperate attempt, Alex tried to beg and plead to Julius to let Jack go. Alex even reminded Julius that revenge would feel a lot better when the damage was inflicted directly onto the hated person rather than through someone else. If he killed Jack, it would remain on his concious for the rest of his life as well as knowing that Alex would still be alive and kicking as he lived yet another day. Julius did not listen. He never listened to Alex. The knife moved, creating a thin gash on the left side of Jack's neck-

Alex never saw the knife reach its 'cause that was when the phone rang. Alex cried quietly. He never felt more of an orphan his whole life. Even Sabina and her family could not fill the empty void Scorpia created for Alex and none of it was completely Alex's bidding, he never wanted it to begin it. A hatred engulfed Alex (which brought on even more tears) if it had not been for good and evil existing in the first place, Alex would have had a perfect life. Forget the millions upon millions of lives that he saved during his time that he served for MI6. Why should these people live and not the five people who mattered most to Alex? It felt like that with each successful mission that Alex finished, he was punished rather than rewarded. A knock sounded on his door. The voice that followed it was filled with nothing but misery and concern for Alex. "Alex? Are you alright?" It was Sabina's voice that spoke as she turned the knob to let herself into Alex's room. "Oh my god. Alex..." "Please, Sab. Go. Not to be mean or anything, I just dont want to be around anyone right now." Alex replief stiffly. He hated hurting Sabina, but what good was Alex to her? Even a Scorpia Assassian tried to kill Sabina's father at one point. No matter where Alex went, death followed him. Even now, Sabina and her family was in danger, just by Alex's emotions alone. Sabina nodded her head once; then turned to leave. Sat sat for five more minutes. He knew that school was waiting for him this morning. Not to mention Tom. Again, Alex felt another wave of despair. If it wasn't for Alex, then Tom would have never been shot. Alex knew, that this would be a long day.

"Good Morning, Agent Daniels."

"Good Morning to you Mrs. Jones. What did you want to speak to me about? Does this concern a national crisis?"

"Not really, no." This was a short reply from none other than Mrs. Jones. The head of MI6 operations. Her deputy was currently in Saudi Arabia. Something to do with obtaining information from a recently caught terrorist cell along with some American Secret Service men. Ben knew that Mrs. Jones was truly addicted to peppermints. It was a wonder that no one spiked any of the peppermints yet either. Habits were frowned upon in the spy world. It killed people. "What I wanted to speak to you was you completing a surveilence mission for MI6 for three days. I want to you go to San Francisco to evaluate one of our former agents so his file can be updated. The Agent's name is Alex Rider. I do not want to you let him find you. I also want you to send daily reports as well on anything and everything that he does. We need to see how he has coped since his final mission with Scorpia. Your plane will leave at o'eight hundred hours tomorrow. You will also be residing in the Hampton hotel near Alex's residence."

Ben sat quietly. He knew that Mrs. Jones was not finished yet. His thoughts were confirmed when she spoke again. "Here is the file that we have on Alex Rider." Mrs. Jones slid a massive file accross her desk. Ben simply picked it up and laid it on his lap as she continued. On the folder, there was a thick stamp, that blocked in two words: Top Secret. "Update it for us, Agent Daniels. You're dismissed."

Mrs. Jones stood up to let Agent Daniels out of her room. Mrs. Jones also gave Ben a yellow manilla envelope that conntained extensive procedures for this mission. He accepted the folder as he left her room. Ben had mixed feelings and wondered how Alex had managed to go to San Francisco. He didn't like how MI6 still watched over Alex - like a hawk that was watching its next meal... a field mouse. But, ben did as he was told. He headed straight home so he could pack and begin to memorize all the important information that was presented to him as well.

When Michael Strome woke that evening, he found a letter laying on his bedside table. Curious, he opened the letter. What it contained inside was this:

"Dear Michael Strome,"

You have been given orders to accompany Rebecca Lyell to San Francisco to finalize the remaining stages of our new kidnapping celldivision as enacted by our leader: Gunter(2 dots over the u) Hans Giorno the III. Be prepared to leave as soon as possible. Contained in a package that can be found on your kitchen table is the false passport and a flash drive that contains extensive details of your task. Should you need any self defense, the flash drive and transform into a small handheld knife. You will remain in San Francisco for three weeks. Before you leave the city, be sure that 12 children are kidnapped. They are to be drugged and transported to Spain until they are sold as slaves on the black market. Be careful who you choose. Do not attract any more attention that what is necessary. Once you have read - and commited this letter to memory... burn it.

Sincerely Yours,
The Tribal Regimen

"Well," said Michael Strome, "Guess I have a new task to complete now." Michael sighed to himself. He hated having to have to complete this particular assignment, but Michael knew not to voice this out loud to himself. Doing so would mean disloyalty to the Tribal Regimen. Too bad, he still had to deal with Rebecca Lyell. She was your classic, total bitch. Her attitude made her a terrifying person to be around with. You never wanted to piss her off. Her methods of torture was beyond sick and cruel. The last time Michael saw her torture someone, it caused him to get violently sick and he threw up. What made the situation more unique is that Michael was a leading expert as well. Rebecca, on the other hand was just a little better - and a lot more creative than Michael.

Michael did what the letter told him to do. He read it, memorized it, then burned it in his kitchen sink, watching the ashes dissolve into the water running water and down the drain. In the package that was found to be lying on Michael's kitchen table was a booklet containing 244 pages of detailed information. He was the new Deputy head of yet another aspect of the Tribal Regimen's organization itself while directing security and bomb usage. This was going to be a long and grim trip for him. The sooner he left, the better. An hour and a half later, Michael was packed and he headed off to the airport.

"... Students; dont forget that this Friday night is the Sadies Hawkins Dance. (AN: This chapter takes place on a Tuesday) Don't forget to buy your tickets now while they are still $10.00. Prices will go up at the door come the night of the dance. Remember, this is a girls-ask-guys dance. See you there!"

The secretary at LeHigh High School would not shut up! Thought Alex. She was just as some of the self conceited criminals that Alex went up against a little over a year ago. What made her special was torturing the students during the afternoon announcements. She reminded Alex of how those men - even then, could not shut up like her. His migraine didn't help either as it throbbed painfully in conjunction with every spoken word she voiced out over the intercom.

It was almost the end of the day. Alex called in sick earlier. He wasn't in the mood to teach the back-to-back white belt lessons that evening. Since it was tuesday, there was no soccer practice. Instead, Alex was looking foreward to a long and exhausting physical run. He hoped that by overexerting himself, he would be too tired to dream this evening. Seeing Jack die once was bad enough. Seeing Jack die more than 100 times only made things worse. Alex wondered if this was how Ian had felt shortly after his brother died by the same people that had killed Jack as well so many years ago. If so, how did he cope? It was times like these that Alex wished all the more that his Uncle was still alive. At least then, Alex could ask for advice that someone could be able to relate to.

A few seats in front of Alex sat Sabina. Sabina secretly passed a note to Danny Estridge. When danny read the note, he turned to face Sabina and said that he would love to go to the dance with such a pretty woman in a low voice. Beside Alex sat Tom. When he too saw the note exchange, his mouth dropped.

"Dude..." Was all that Tom could say.

"Can it Tom, or I swear, I will silence you." was Alex's only reply. His day plummeted even more with the realization that Sabina would not be going to the dance with him - though he knew that would have been creepy nowadays.

Alex, legally, was Sabina's adoptive brother, but that did not mean that he still didn't have feelings for her as well. At least he was able to keep his name, this would come in handly when - or if Sabina and Alex dated again after Alex turned 18. Alex wanted to desperately run his troubles away even more now. Not to mention, a few sleeping pills wouldn't kill him either. As long as he he didn't dream again tonight and he wake up on Wednesday morning. Could life get any worse?

It did. Today's Biology lesson was reproduction and how animals respond to mating calls. Yeah... it did.