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.
I've decited to add some qoutes to this chaptrer:
From Valdimir Putin: "Anyone who doesn't regret the passing of the Soviet Union has no heart. Anyone who wants it restored has no brains.", "We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.", "You must obey the law, always, not only when they grab you by your special place."
"За родину"
Jack sat in shock at the table, cold tea cup in hand. Tom had left long ago, muttering about drugs and Cathy. There was a puddle on her table from the tears. They didn't fall anymore. She had run dry. She blew into another tissue. There was an overflowing pile in the bin next to her. The phone on the hook seemed to look dejectedly at her. Pick me up! Jack wiped her nose on her sleeve. She stood and picked up the phone. What else could she do?
"Tulip, it's Jack. I need to talk….about Alex."
Mrs. Jones sat in shock. Somehow, Jack knew.
"Tulip? Are you there? Tulip?"
"I'm here."
"Well today I found out that Yassen is in fact Alex and no one bothered to tell me!"
"To correct you."
"What?"
Mrs. Jones sighed. "You called him Yassen Jack, not me."
"But..but.."
"What's wrong Jack? This is the emergency number."
"Um… Alex took off."
"When?"
"About two hours ago."
"Alright." Mrs. Jones rubbed her head. "We need to get some units in. Do you know what he's up to?"
"No." Jack sounded panicked now. "I just said if he had not remorse for the people he killed, he couldn't stay in my house."
"No!" Mrs. Jones felt her stomach drop. "Jack, we have no idea who he killed. Or if he killed anyone for that matter. "
"I'm sorry."
Mrs. Jones sighed. "It's aright Jack. We'll get Alex back."
She hung up.
Mrs. Jones sat for a second. The rain hit on the window, the room was dark. Lightning flashed outside the room. Like the night Alex vanished.
Mrs. Jones picked up the phone again. Time to call in backup. There were some things that MI6 needed help with some times. And now? They needed all the help Mrs. Jones could get.
Wolf held the book in his hands. It was clever, to hide a gun in a book. He should have thought of that himself. The back of War and Peace had been torn off, revealing a hollowed spaced to conceal a gun. He wondered what Cub was doing now.
Snake burst into the cabin, starting Eagle awake.
"Cub is AWOL."