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Ok guys! I finally got inspiration for this chapter! Yayness! Some review replies:
Ponyboy65-You shall see…
bookworm rider-Thanks :) I'm on holidays too. -Gives healthy cookies-
By the way, I've written a oneshot for anyone who's interested :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider, but I do own Doug and Mack.
Eventually, after what seemed like hours, Alex found a suitable place to stop. He was chilled to the bone, and the Arctic wind wasn't helping.
He had come to rest in a small clearing in the forest. He sat there, resting his back against a tree. The bark was rough, but he didn't particularly care.
Alex knew he had to contact MI6 and tell them what had happened. But without a phone he was stuck. He had no idea where he was, or where the nearest town was. He was cold, tired, and his arm was throbbing. His feet were aching.
Suddenly, with a spark of hope, he pulled off his left shoe. Peeling back the sole, he found what he was looking for. A small pager with an inbuilt tracking device was concealed within the shoe. It reminded him of the similar tracking device that was hidden in his shoe during his Snakehead mission.
He pressed the 'On' button, and saw to his great relief that it was indeed working. Quickly, he typed a message. His fingers were growing colder. Sending the message, he pocketed the device, and crawled to some nearby bushes. He decided that it would be better to conceal himself should Maslov's men come looking. Sitting back, he eventually slipped into a doze.
Sometime later, a crack woke him. Blearily, he looked around, and saw that he was no longer alone. There were men in uniforms looking around the clearing. Alex couldn't be sure if they had been sent by MI6, or if he had indeed been found by Maslov's men.
"Where is he? He should be here!" one of them barked.
"I don't know. Mrs Jones said he should be here. And this is where the signal led us," said another, looking round, a puzzled look on his face.
That was all Alex needed to hear. MI6 had sent them, so it was perfectly safe. Slowly, he stood up, raising one hand, his other arm now too sore to do much.
The men spun around, and smiled.
"Agent Rider, I assume?" one of them said, looking at Alex. He was fairly tall, and had jet-black hair. He noticed Alex's injured arm. "Come on kid, the Jeep's just around the corner."
Nodding, Alex followed the men out the clearing. A couple of minutes later they had reached the Jeep. But before Alex could climb in, the man with black hair stopped him.
"Let me look at that arm of yours," he ordered.
Alex looked at the man for a moment, before carefully shrugging his thinsulate jacket off. He winced as he material brushed against the graze on his lower arm, then the bullet wound on his upper arm. As he threw it into the Jeep with his good arm, he heard the man swear as he looked at the wounds. Looking up, the man turned to one of the others.
"Mack, get me the Med. Kit would you?" he said, turning back to Alex. There was a quick 'yes sir' from Mack as he went to get the Med. Kit.
A few minutes later, the Mack was back, holding the kit.
"Cheers Mack," the man muttered, opening the box.
"Anytime Doug," Mack replied before opening the door of the jeep and climbing in.
Dough took some anti-sceptic wipes out of the box. "Sorry kid, but this might sting a little," he said, unwrapping the wipe. He began to clean the graze, causing Alex to yelp. It did sting, but it did help.
Doug took another wipe from the box, slowly, he began to clean the bullet wound
Alex yelled. This one didn't sting, so much as hurt. He winced as Dough put a sterile pad on it and bandaged it up.
After a few minutes, Alex climbed into the Jeep. Mack was in the driver's seat, and another man was in the other front seat. Doug climbed in next to Alex. He noticed Alex's discomfort, and opened up the Med. Kit again.
"Here kid, this should help," he said, pulling out a bottle and a syringe.
Alex eyed it suspiciously. Doug noticed this, and smiled. "Relax, it's just a painkiller."
Alex turned his head as he felt a small prick in his uninjured arm. At once, Alex began to feel light headed. He looked up at Doug.
"Yeah, I should have mentioned it will knock you out for a few hours, sorry," he grinned sheepishly.
"How long exactly is that gonna be?" Alex muttered, feeling increasingly dizzy.
"Um…six to eight hours…"
'Great,' Alex though as he looked out the window. He saw the trees whizzing by before they dissolved into nothing.
An hour later, the Jeep arrived at a private airport. Mack, Doug and the other man got out. Doug walked over to the other side of the Jeep and picked up Alex, who was still fast asleep.
Mack and the other man got in the plane first. As Doug began climbing the stairs, he felt a shiver down his spine. It felt like they were being watched. Turning his head, he looked around. He couldn't see anything except the surrounding hills and trees.
'Probably nothing,' he thought, boarding the plane. Within minutes, it was in the sky, heading towards London.
But little did they know, they were being watched.
The figure watched the plane take off. He knew it's destination and it's passengers. He put down his binoculars, and got out a phone. He dialled a number and waited. In seconds there was an answer. The man smiled and spoke into the phone.
"They're on their way."
Several hours later, the plane touched down in London. It had been roughly five hours since Doug had given Alex the drug, and he was still out for the count. Doug suspected it would last another couple of hours.
After passing through private security, they had been given a private car and were on their way to Chelsea.
As they left, a figure on top of a nearby building lifted a walkie-talkie.
"They have arrived. Move on to stage three."
Half an hour passed in silence before they arrived in Cheyne Walk. They pulled into the driveway. As Mack rang the doorbell, Dough lifted Alex out of the car. As he stepped onto the doorstep, the door opened.
Jack, Alex's housekeeper and guardian, stood there. Her eyes fell on the prone form of Alex.
"Oh my-" she began, but Mack raised his hand.
"It's alright. He's just asleep," he said as he and Doug walked in. Jack closed the door and led them up the stairs to Alex's room. When they got there, Doug carefully pulled back the covers and lay Alex on the bed. After carefully removing his shoes, he put the covers over Alex.
He turned to Jack, who had been hovering by the doorway, worry written on her face. Doug smiled. "Don't worry, it should wear off in an hour or so. In the meantime I should stay here, just to make sure he's ok once it wears off. Hope you don't mind," Doug said walking out the room. He left the door ajar.
"Is he ok?" Jack asked, following Doug down the stairs.
"Yeah. A Nasty graze on his arm, plus another injury to the same arm, but he should be ok," he replied.
Jack took one last look up the stairs before walking into the living room.
There you go, another chapter done. I know it was random to knock Alex out for that long, but don't blame me, blame my sugar fuelled plot bunnies! Plus with this chapter I had horrible writers block :(
Good news! I am planning the next chapter. I've done 131 words so far… pretty good considering I have revision and stuff to do.
Dunno when the next update will be. I'm not very well at the moment :( But If I don't update before Sunday, Happy Easter! -Gives out Chocolate bunnies for people to eat whenever they like-