Heya everyone! Okay so I had some pretty threatening reviews if I didn't get this up soon so here it is. My other Alex Rider story has been written out for fifty pages from where it is now on paper but this one is going slow. The point is, I don't know exactly where this is going so if anyone has any suggestions, REVIEW or PM me and tell me.
Thanks and I hope you like it.
P.S.- no one got the specialist right though some were close. Hehehehe
Disclaimer: Honestly, Anthony Horowitz stole Alex Rider from ME! (really?)
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"What are you planning for our friend tomorrow, Yassen?" Sarov reclined on his over cushioned couch within his den. Coming in, Yassen quietly shut the door behind him.
"I will have to break him first," relied the assassin, knowing full well that Alex would not give in without a fight. He had planned on that fact. The only way would be to wear him down.
"Alex is a peculiar boy, more unique than he even knows. Just be sure not to permanently….handicap him in any way."
"Of course," supplied the Russian, voice void of emotion even as indignation flared within him.
"And," continued Sarov, oblivious to Yassen's inner thoughts, "I want you to be his only contact besides me, Kruschev, and his specialist. I don't want him interacting with the other operatives yet."
"I agree. What would you like me to focus on?" Yassen knew what he was going to train Alex in but also saw the need for Sarov to be apart in Alex's life, in his eyes at least.
He waved his hand. "That is up to you, Gregorovich. But I want you to be with him every second unless he is in his room. He shouldn't sneeze without you saying 'God Bless You.' Start that tomorrow."
This gave Yassen pause. "Not tonight?"
Sarov smiled. "Let him see what happens when he tries to escape."
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The specialist never looked at him, his eyes prodding and examining the many lacerations and bruises that marred Alex's body. Alex forced himself not to stiffen at his touch and blurt out the many questions that threatened to be unleashed. But a warning from the man advised him not to say anything yet. But he would get it.
After finishing the preliminaries, the specialist untied the piece of rope keeping him to the chair but kept his hands tied, motioning Alex to a side room. It was a small examination room with one chair and an examination table. A cabinet housing a myriad of supplies took up the far wall.
Once the door was shut, Alex exploded. "What the heck are you doing here?"
Ben Daniels, or Fox, just gaped at Alex in return as he untied his hands. "I could ask you the same question."
"What do you mean?" Alex was confused, thinking that Sarov had just wanted him like at Skeleton Key.
"You are inside one of the new SCORPIA training facilities. K-Unit was sent to infiltrate it."
"SCORPIA?" Thinking back, he remembered Sarov mentioning nothing of SCORPIA.
"The executive board was….lacking, so Sarov hired some of his own men to …put them out of commission."
"How many men does he have?"
Ben thought for a moment. "I'd say close to 500 hundred recruits here, more back on Skeleton Key. "
"So why am I here," asked Alex in exasperation.
"Sarov wanted you to join him and Yassen wanted to train you. They worked together and here you are." Ben's sarcasm grounded Alex, his temper cooling until he was once again his calm self. Emotions get people killed.
"Is there any way out," asked Alex, thinking quickly.
"Not with that on," Ben replied, indicating Alex's newest accessory.
"Well, then get the blasted thing off!"
"I can't. Only someone with a remote can unclasp it. But," he said slowly, "I may be able to get you out of range."
"Show me."
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The night was cool as he set off for the mountains, listening for any signs of pursuit. Thanks to Ben, who was now tied up in his own lab, he had maneuvered his way out of the compound. Now all he had to do was reach a cave that the SAS had set up in case of emergencies for K-Unit in the mountains. The slosh covered ground and misty fields occupied Alex's mind for an hour, the walk seeming to take longer than he had expected.
Pain laced up his arm as Alex struggled not to cry out. Black crowded at the corner of his vision but he couldn't stop because…why was he walking again?
The pain intensified, fire spreading to engulf his form, hunching him over in agony. No matter what he did, he could not lessen the pain, make it bearable.
On the cold ground, he lay there for long minutes though time seemed to pass by slowly to Alex. And then, it stopped.
Straightening cautiously, Alex lifted his sore body from the ground. He felt like scalding water had been injected in his veins, the pain a throbbing after-affect. Resolutely, he started off once again, taking care to stay invisible.
Ten minutes later, the searing pain laced up his arm in another wave of intenseness he hadn't thought possible. He immediately found himself on the ground, groaning. What is happening?
After the pain had receded, Alex knew that someone was there, watching. The pain always started in his arm, his icy gaze taking in the watch Ben couldn't remove. He knew that they were just toying with him, tantalizing him with thoughts of escape and then dashing them in fiery torment.
With a jolt, Alex knew why it had been so easy to escape the compound and why none of the guards seemed as diligent as he would have thought. He had just credited good fortune. But he knew better. He should have seen it. Sarov was playing with him.
He wanted Alex to escape, to show off his fancy toy and teach Alex that his situation was hopeless. And giving him the opportunity to succeed in leaving the compound acted on what Alex had first deemed idle threats.
But if it was the watch that was causing him pain, then either Yassen or Sarov was out in the woods with him. Or it received extremely good range. Sarov wouldn't want his hands to get dirty, literally, Alex concluded, so Yassen must be the ghost behind him.
With much teeth grinding and seething anger, Alex stood to his full height with his hands up. Three men appeared from the foliage, surrounding him in a semicircle. Yassen appeared a moment later, directly in front of Alex.
The assassin held the remote, his finger poised on a green button.
His senses fled as all he could feel was pain. He collapsed on the ground, the three operatives making quick work of securing him.
The wave dissipated as quickly as it had come, leaving the teen breathless and sore. His hands were behind his back, too tight in his opinion and Yassen walked closer.
"This is not a joke."
Alex attempted a snort. "I got that."
The back of Yassen's hand threw Alex into one of the men, his senses jarred from the impact.
"Sarcasm will buy you nothing here, Alex. Just more pain. Remember that in the future."
Alex couldn't resist. "If there is a future."
The remote came into view once more, but Alex didn't feel the pain he had anticipated. No, instead, a cold, numb feeling entrapped him. He was lifted effortlessly by the man who had caught him moments previous and was slung over his shoulder like a large bag of potatoes. He barely registered their jarring run when at last, the feeling of nothingness surrounded him with its sweet kiss.
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Ben wove his way through the various halls of the complex, determination in his stride. After being freed from his lab, which was embarrassing enough, he received a dress-down from Sarov as well. He had felt it was worth it until one recruit had followed Yassen to the kid's room with Alex over his shoulder, unconscious. He knew that it was a test that Alex had had no way of passing. That was what worried him.
The other recruits had a similar watch, but the remote controllers that the instructors possessed worked for anyone and everyone. That Alex had his own was proof enough of the seriousness that encompassed his arrival here. But that they would deliberately let him 'escape' just to teach him a lesson? What was he missing?
Putting aside his troubling thoughts, Ben focused on what needed to be done. The unit needed to know what was going on and that the cave might have been compromised.
Wolf was the first he ran into, his training session in one of the practice gyms just finishing. His face had been as red as Ben had ever seen it when he had filled his unit leader in. He muttered a quick, 'Keep me informed,' and headed to the mess hall where the rest of his class had gone.
Next was Snake, his background in medicine aiding him in his studies of biochemicals. They were in the middle of a highly combustive lab, so Ben was forced to sign to him through the door, signaling that he would brief him later.
Eagle was the hardest to find, his studies constantly off site in the mountains or nearby fields. Explosives were his specialty and he was one of the highest ranking operatives in his class. The room where his class was usually conducted held a sign pointing any parties to Kremlin's field.
Sighing, Ben jogged back to his lab, awaiting the call that was inevitable. He would be asked to check over Agent Rider and be advised, or threatened in plain terms, to be overly cautious. His life would depend on it.
He didn't expect any trouble, but who could know when Alex Rider was involved?
So there you go. Hopefully now I won't get any more hate mail. Lol. Some people guessed Snake which makes sense but for some reason, I always saw Ben as the specialist. I don't know. I thought that it would be too predictable for the unit to have the jobs they obviously do well. Anyway, like didn't like? Any ideas for the next chapter? I honestly don't know where this is going so any help would be beneficial.
Thanks so much!!!!!
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