A/N: So...I feel like a jerk, because I haven't updated in a long time. I'm so sorry, but I had 8 tests this week, which must be some kind of national record. And I had writer's block, but I'm all good now. :)

Anyways, for those of you who are reading Goverment Issue Blackmail, I took your suggestions, and I read my story again. I have decided there are some major changes I need to make, ASAP. So my story has gone to the garage, and is currently on HIATUS. I might write a Alex Rider short story in the meanwhile, but no promises.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider. That would go to Anthony Horowitz, and as much as I like him for his creativity, I also kind of dislike him because Alex belongs to him and not me. :(

The thing with file rooms is that you can get lost, Alex thought to himself, closing the door softly behind him.

The first impression he had of the file room was exactly how big it was. Alex had expected it to be cramped, but no, the room here was actually very large and spacious. The ceiling was made of white tile and he couldn't tell what color the floor was because papers, files, and boxes filled with more paper and files covered all of the floor.

He hesitated a bit, not sure where to step first and suddenly unsure of himself. The plan had been to go and grab the file with his name on it,. But now, seeing the towering boxes and papers in a mess around his feet, he didn't know what to do.

Alex finally took a few steps forward, towards a stack of boxes that were filled with plain old manilla files. He took a few out, but all of them were finance records and food bills. He grabbed another box, heavier than the first, and opened it.

This box was different, and not only because it was filled with vials and vials of blue stuff. Alex picked up a vial and opened the plastic cork and pulled it out. It was nothing like the movies.

The vial was moving, and Alex nearly dropped it putting the cork back, There was a label on each of the vials; VIRUSHK488.

Alex closed the box and put it away. He pocketed one of the vials, because he didn't know why, but it felt important. He went through a few more boxes, but it was filled with bills, taxes, and medicines. Nothing like VIRUSHK488.

He turned to leave the room, but a pale pink file on the floor caught his attention. He picked it up and opened it up.

His name was inscribed in black stamping-ALEX RIDER, PATIENT 007. He smiled a bit, 007 was James Bond's number after all. But his smile disappeared as he read the file and saw pictures of him, not all of them with him awake.

There was one with him dressed in a thin plastic gown, unconscious or asleep, it didn't matter. There was something in his arm, no, not in his arm, connected to his arm. Someone's arm was in the photo, but Alex couldn't deduce anything else because whoever's arm it was, was covered in plastic glove on the fingers and a pale blue sleeve. There was something red; Alex squinted. It looked suspiciously like the tomato sauce the hospital served with spaghetti on Thursday's.

Alex studied some more pictures of him. There was one with him covered in a sheet, another with a hoodie on, and a third with no clothes at all.

Alex's cheeks flushed. He wanted to shred the photo, but if he did, they might see that it was missing, and trace it back to him. Alex was under the radar; he would prefer if they didn't know he had gone to the file room.

Alex read more of the file, but there was no more info. Just his name, age, stats like that. He put the file back, and he was crouched down when he felt the cold muzzle of a gun on his neck.

The hairs on his neck rose up, like they always did when someone was pressing a gun or knife into one of his body parts.

" Don't move," It was the American. She had seen him after all.

Alex forced himself to breath. " I wasn't planning on," he replied calmly. He calculated how long it would take to jam his elbow into her solar plexus. The gun was in the way. He would have to punch the nose or head.

" What are you doing here?" She asked him, pressing the muzzle even deeper into his neck. Alex really wished she would stop doing that because it was starting to hurt.

" I got lost. I was looking for the bathroom."

He made his move, twisting out. His first punch missed her nose by inches, but the second crashed into her left eye. She staggered back, the gun loose in her grip, and Alex grabbed the gun and flung it away.

The American was back again. She was winded, but she threw a nasty kick that hit Alex in the ribs. He realized with a sickening in his stomach that she had hit the recent bullet wound and when he moved again, he knew at least one of them was cracked.

The American moved again, a hook to the jaw, but he moved faster, slicing through the air with a kick to the stomach. She staggered, and Alex threw a punch that got her in the nose.

The American was falling down, but Alex was already past her, running out of the file room, clutching his ribs which were popping out like pencils in a plastic bag.

Alex managed to stagger up the stairs before he passed out. The good part was that he passed out only 2 doors from his room. The bad part?

It was five o'clock, and Jack was going to kill him.

A/N: So...I got an 88 in my mandarin chinese test, and now I have to catch up othewise I can say goodbye to the prospects of getting a scholarship to Harvard. ( And I really want to go to Harvard)

I won't update for a while. Keep reviewing and making suggestions; I'm still there. Anyways, Tom Harris and James...coming right up!