Hey I'm back! I swear I was going to update sooner but on Tuesday I started my prison sentence…also know as school. I don't mind school and I get boarded in summer but they took away our study hall and are making us all sign up for clubs. Study Hall was awesome, so what if nobody did anything? Well enough about me, Cammie's stuck in the forest of Belgium with Alex….her problems are slightly worse than mine!

Alex POV:

We ran around the woods for hours, hours that I spent kicking myself for listening to Bex and leaving her behind. I was so sure that I was doing the right thing. But now as we sit somewhere in the cold forests of Belgium I see how stupid I was. We were sitting a sort of natural hideaway; several large trees had fallen and were lying against each other to form a sort of teepee. Over time, leaves and other branches had fallen on the top of the trees and had formed a sort of roof. The roof seemed fairly solid and the sides kept the wind out.

I glanced across from me at Cammie. She had stopped yelling and swearing about an hour and a half ago but I could literally feel the hate rolling off her. I was cold and hungry so I decided to try and break the silence, "What are we going to eat?"

"I don't know," Came the short answer.

"Can I see the papers you got from the man in the café then?"

"No."

Okayyyyy "Cammie, I've already said that I'm sorry, it was a stupid thing to do, leave Bex…I wasn't thinking straight, Bex is smart, I'm sure that she-"

"She was shot Alex. How far can someone get when they've been shot? When they are being chased by a dozen adults, Come on Alex, I know that you know better than that." Cammie looked at me with a mixture of hate and pain.

"We should try to get some sleep," I said as I pulled out a sweatshirt to use as a pillow.

A sigh came from Cammie, "Here, I have some granola bars if you want them." She handed me two and as our fingers brushed, I was reminded again of how pretty she was, no matter what she thought.

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Bex's POV:

My arm was aching something terrible as I lay under some low lying boughs of a pine tree. I was pretty sure that the bullet had gone right through the top part of my arm, but it still hurt like heck.

What am I going to do? At the time it had seemed like the best idea to send the two of them along, I knew that the shooters would most likely chase them then try to get me. And they had tried to get me but I run fast.

Painfully I reached for my backpack and opened the front pocket. Sewn inside was a distress button, my mom had insisted that I have one somewhere, and I jabbed it with one cold finger. A beep sounded and I smiled as I lay back down to get comfortable. Hopefully MI6 would pick up the signal and they'd come and find me.

I was drifting off to sleep and I couldn't help but worry about Cammie and Alex. I realized that I had never had a chance to tell Cam about the distress button hidden inside of her own backpack. They're out there in the woods somewhere with very little food and water I thought as sleep claimed me, what will happen now?

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Back at MI6 Headquarters in London:

"Mr. Blunt," A thin, pretty young woman said from the door of the office of the head of special operations.

"Yes?" Blunt spoke without looking up from the thick file that was lying on his desk in his gray office.

"We are receiving a distress signal from a stationary signal in Belgium." The woman said.

Blunt looked up, "And…?"

The look on Blunt's face might have frightened any of the other young agents at MI6, but not this one. Although she was only 5'3, Lesley O'Neil had a lot of spunk, enough spunk that she answered her boss with more than a little attitude, "And it's coming from the tracking/distress device Grace Baxter opened up when her daughter, Cameron Morgan and Alex Rider left for America."

Blunt didn't miss the smile of success that crossed the girl's face when he stood up and headed toward the door, "Where in Belgium is it coming from?"

"Approximately 79.3 kilometers from the center of Brussels, sir."

The two made their to the command room of MI6. "When was the last time any of them were seen?" Blunt asked as he inspected the blinking red dot on one of the computer screens.

Another young assistant answered, "They met with a man in Paris who gave them information on the next leg of their journey."

"Who met them?" Blunt asked, his eyes still trained on the computer in front of him.

"An American by the name of Grant Newman, sir, he attends Blackthorne-"

Blunt didn't wait for the assistant to finish, "Send a team out to the location of the distress signal. Find Newman and alert Rachel Morgan as well as the Baxters'…and Jack Starbright."

Assistants scurried to fulfill his orders. No one heard the one syllable word Blunt uttered, and it's probably better that way…considering it was a four letter swear word.

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