Disclaimer: I do not own any Alex Rider characters. Any mentioned that appear at any time in this story are the property of A.H. Any others are of my own making; and if there are any references outside of A.R series that are real, such as places or people, it is not intentional.
The Sergeant sat in his chair. This was supposed to be any easy job. But, he reminded himself, when was MI6 ever honest. The assassin had be captured with, minimal, damage. The luckily suit who got hit by the door was dead. MI6 was not happy about that. Still, they had to understand. The person they transported was a killer! He would a least try to escape. His men were fine. That's what really counted. Rat, sadly, would be out of duty for a while. And even then, he might not be coming back. The injuries were bad. Thinking of this, the sergeant glared at the assassin. The man looked levelly back. There was a yellowish file on the desk. It was not as important as the paper the sergeant now held in his hands. He scanned it quickly. The more he read the worse he felt. The assassin spent 6 weeks under MI6's basement and still didn't talk. And MI6 thought that the SAS could do any better.
"We're supposed to make you talk. Honestly, if they can't do it, I don't see how we can. You will have the same treatment as anyone else. You will have no evaluation. You may talk. You may not. I don't care either way. Seeing how I can't bin you, I can make you life hell. Is that clear?" The sergeant didn't yell. He had no need to. The assassin understood.
"Yes, sir."
The sergeant froze. The man talked. Worse, he responded like a solder. And that manet he and been one at some time. And had thrown it all away.
"You will be staying with a tempory Unit for two days. Then you will be assined to a permant unit. Your permanent uint has already been given your file. I understand you are inroled in some courses with us. You will take them, and you will not be late. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Any questions?"
"No, sir."
"Dismissed"