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.

Alex wanted to rub his head. Then he wanted to slam the jabbering girl continuously against wall. Hard. Hopefully breaking her neck. Or her back. That would be nice. She spoke on, talking of people and places he had no interest of seeing. He kept a close eye on the man following them. Alex knew he was on the watch list. The Drought would be looking for him too. He sighed. The girl turned to him.

"So. What do you want to see?"

They were a few steps from the cinema. Alex saw the man reach into his jacket. Alex had to move. He hesitated, then grabbed the girl and dragged her into an alley. He shoved her against the brick. The man turned toward them. Alex shoved his mouth roughly onto the girls.

He knew his own description by heart.

Blond hair

Brown eyes

Mid to late teens

Average height

Possibly armed

Dangerous under pressured circumstances

Travels alone.

By kissing this girl, he removed his most distinguishing characteristic. The man quickly moved on, ignoring the two necking teens.

Meg panicked. He was shoving his mouth on hers. She thrashed, clawing at his face. Go for the eyes! Her scrabbling hands moved up his face. She yanked his hair. Kicking, she hit his shin. Meg twisted her head away, hitting it on the wall. She swung her head, felt it connect to his head with a satisfying pain to the back of hers. Moving quickly, she sank he teeth into his arm. Growing and whimpering, she hit him with fisted hands. Finally, she hit his weakest point. She staggered back. Tears were streaming down her face. She tripped over a bit of rubbish, and dragged herself into the street.

She sucked in her breath. And screamed. (1)

P. Crowley hurried into the interrogation room. He setteled himslef infront of the sobbing girl.

He tried to smile, and quickly stopped his weak attempt.

He leand foward.

"What can you tell us about him?"

She looked up, huccping.

"He...he was.... with..... without mer......mer....mercy."

P. Crowley lowered his head into his hands.

(1)

WHEN ATTACKED, GO FOR THE "ESG" THE EYES, STOMACH, AND GRION. HIT AND BITE AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE. DON'T BE FOOLED. IT WILL HURT. BUT NEVER GIVE UP. REMEMBER "ESG" AND YOUR CHANCES OF SURIVIVAL WILL IMPROVE.

I wrote this for a few reasons. One the lack of using such a diverse, complicated character as Sab seems almost appalling to me. Second, I was in a bad mood and needed to rant. This was the result. I don;t know if I will continue, but any who wants to adopt this plot line is free to message me. i plan on writing maybe one more chapter for this, and may wrap it up then. But this has so much ponenital, I hate to leave it stranded.

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