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.

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Wolf stood in front of the entrance of the hut. There was no point in waiting any longer. He shoved open the door. The assassin was sitting on his bunk. Wolf heard a soft clinking sound. What the hell could the man be doing? Wolf walked closer. There, in the assassin's hands, was a Glock 28, capable of firing .380 caliber bullets. Wolf just hoped the assassin hadn't managed to get his hands on any ammunition. But he knew if the man was able to get a gun, then he was able to get the rounds to go with it. Wolf sucked in a breath. The gun was small dimensionally, and in weight, but most importantly, it was easily concealed. And it belonged to the SAS.

"I'm sure I don't need to tell you..."

"Then don't." The assassin smirked. "I'm sure you have a few questions."

Wolf had many more than a few, but he started with the simplest.

"What should I call you?"

"I don't really care. Names hold no importance to me."

"Alright. I'll call you Cat."

"Fine. Anything else?"

"How old are you?"

"That seems like the kind of question you shouldn't ask people."

"Just answer the question."

" 16. And I'll give you one more free, to be kind ."

Wolf was silent for a second, debating. What would reveal the most? He settled on the one he thought would be the earliest right now.

"How did MI6 catch you?"

"Now," The assassin smiled mockingly . "That is quite a tale. Why don't we wait until the rest of your unit returns?"

Wolf grudgingly agreed. He had a feeling that he had to hear this story to believe it.

K-Unit gathered inside the hut. It was raining, the sort of rain that seemed to envelop the cabin in its own cocoon. The assassin was reading his book, the tile hidden. Eagle and Snake were playing cards, Wolf was pacing, and Fox was asleep.

"When are you going to tell us?" Wolf exploded. He had waited all afternoon, chafing at the questions buzzing around his head. He needed to hear answers.

"As soon as Fox wakes up. This concerns him as much as you."

Eagle threw his ball at Fox. It bounced off his head, causing him to stir.

"There." Eagle said, sounding pleased. "He's up. You can tal ."

"Alright." The assassin paused. "It started when they attacked my school. I had a price on my head. Apparently it was very high. Scorpia were not involved, but that made it worse. I had no idea who they were. Anyway, they killed some people," here he paused and closed his eyes, but when he opened them they were hard, hard as flint. "I killed the leader and took off. I was on the run for about two months, doing odd jobs to survive. Then I got out of the UK and moved to Spain. From there I traveled west. I did dirty work mostly. Smuggling drugs and weapons. Then I got hired to do a simple job in Germany. It went very wrong, and I had to kill some people. Then I slipped out of there. I was so successful at that, I was hired to kill. It paid very well. This took about four months. Then for six months I just did assassination work for anyone who would pay me. After a few weeks I got wind of a good job on the Russian border. So I headed over there. I did the job, but… differently than my employer wanted."

"What did you do?" Wolf was dreading the answer.

"Well, I was sent to infiltrate a clothing factory, and kill the owner. It would have been simple if it wasn't a trap. I got out by blowing up half the compound. But the way I killed the owner, that was fun ."

Seeing confused glances, the killer continued.

"I started the day like I normally did, acting as security. I did my rounds and slipped in at closing time. I planted a small bomb under the owner's desk and poisoned his decanter of wine. You should always be thorough, after all. Then I went to leave the room. It would have gone perfectly if his daughter hadn't shown up. She was seven, I think…"

"Did you kill her?" the question scared Fox as much as the answer.

"I do not kill children. But she talked. She looked me straight in the eye and said, 'What are you doing here.' And I said, 'Cleaning your father's room.' But then I heard foot steps. So I did the only thing I could. I looked the girl in the eye and said, 'Trust me.'

And I picked her up and ran. By the time I was outside, the whole compound was waiting for me. So I put my gun to her head and said, 'If you move I will kill her.' Then her father stepped forward. I expected him to plead, or cry."

The assassin paused, face inscrutable. Wolf couldn't tell if he was still affected by this or not, but it seemed likely. He was too young to be completely heartless.

"What he did will stay with me for the rest of my life." The killer looked Wolf piercingly in the eyes.

"He shot his daughter. I didn't know why. I ran, still holding her body. I knew it was my fault, so I tried to save her. But it was no use. And now it was a personal issue. The man had killed his own daughter, but more importantly, I told her to trust me and she did. And that got her killed. No one had ever trusted me before. So I blew the compound off the face of the earth, but the man was long gone. So I tracked him. It took me three weeks. I finally frond him on an abandoned train platform. He was going to jump onto the train. Sadly, he was late." The killer smiled briefly. It was a shark's smile, with no warmth in it. "He tried to fight me. You saw how I fought Goat, and you would know it went worse for this man. I wanted to kill him straight off at first, but I chose to draw it out. So I picked the easiest option. As the train came by, I grabbed the man and held his head against the side of the train as it came past. By the time the train left, only half his head was still there. The rest had been shorn off. "

"Who was it?"

"I don't know. I don't even know what my employer's name is. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that the target ends up dead."

"And you killed him."

"Yes."

"So how did MI6 get a hold of you?"

"I went through Italy and heard of something, so I stopped by to check it out. I made some deals and completed them, but I got caught trying to leave for New Zealand."

"That's all?"

"That is all."