Firstly: Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider, the series, or any characters/ideas associated with the series.

Secondly: I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!!!! You do not know how stupid I feel right now. I had this chapter finished two weeks after my last post, and I FORGOT TO UPLOAD IT!!!!!! I read a private message the other day and it said, 'So...you haven't updated in like, three months...blah blah blah' and I'm like what is this person talking about????!!!! And I went and checked and I literally slapped myself in the face 20 times. I'm so sorry guys.

So, I decided that instead of posting another chapter in like another three months, because I editted the original chapter I WAS going to post (it was so sucky, reading it over) and it took me a while, I just decided to make this the last chapter of the story and make it like 9 pages long. Aren't you so proud?

Thirdly: THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL!!!! I'm already in the planning process, and the sequel will that Yassen/Alex (for those of you who don't get it, it's Yaoi...boyxboy...gay love) I've had a lot of requests for that and I finally feel like I can write yaoi and not make it completely awkward. ^_^ If this offends you or you hate me, please refrain from saying it...

Anyway, I present to you, the last chapter of A Life of Truths, A World of Lies (and i realise this title has literally NOTHING to do with the story, eheheh) I apologize in advance for any mistakes you might find, I'm sorry.

Chapter 13: Payback: Part 2: the Culmination of Excitement and the Ultimate (sort of) Humiliation of One's Employers

Yassen sat on the edge of the bed, gently shaking Alex awake, "Come on, wake up, we need to go somewhere." He pulled the covers off of the boy in one swipe, leaving the teenager shivering in the middle of the bed.

"Mmmph," the Rider mumbled, burying his head further into the pillows. "Five more minutes…"

Yassen sighed, the boy was stubborn, just like his father, "Alex, please, get up. We need to leave."

"No," the younger whined, covering his head with his arms.

Finally deciding it was enough, Yassen changed his tone. "MI6 is after us, hurry up!" Yassen hissed urgently into the boy's exposed ear. "If you don't get up now, our whole…my whole plan will go down the drain!"

Alex shot up in bed as the elder handed him clothes and his pack, a smirk threatening to spread across his face.

Throwing on a long-sleeved shirt and some sweats over his boxers, the Rider ran around the room stuffing his belongings into the pack. "When will they be here?"

"They're were already checking in with the clerks down below when I woke you up. Hurry." Yassen too was picking up files and papers, he efficiently stacked them carefully among all the useful junk that he had brought with him and cleanly packed up before Alex, despite the slight head start. "Let's go. Are you sure you have everything?"

Alex nodded tersely, zipping his bag shut. "Let's go."

--------------------------- at MI6 headquarters ------------------------------

Alan Blunt rubbed his eyes and sighed softly as he threw the report down onto his desk in frustration. "Mrs. Jones, come up here right now, I need to discuss something with you in private," he paged his assistant.

The director of the British secret service was currently on edge. With the disappearance of Alex Rider, and not just that, his disappearance with the recently resurfaced Yassen Gregorovich! It was blasphemy!

A short wave of static sounded loudly before Tulip's voice filtered though, "Understood, I'll be up in two minutes."

Blunt glanced at the clock, the countdown had begun. In three days, he'd be leaving for the Der Leuchtturm, in Germany to meet with heads of United States Intelligence. It would be a historic meeting, they would be discussing issues that had never been brought up before, namely, organizations that they previously had avoided: Scorpia, the Liason gangs, Jalin.

The door 'dinged' as Tulip Jones walked in, the air around her permeated with the smell of peppermints. "Good evening, Alan. Why don't we get straight to the point, we've both got things to do."

"Very well, Tulip," Blunt said, business like, all traces of weariness gone. The true professional, even in front of his most trusted co-worker, and friend. "I have traced Gregorovich's credit card number, under the name of Dimitri, of course, and he has recently checked into a hotel not too far from the Der Leuchtturm. It cannot simply be a coincidence…"

Mrs. Jones nodded gravely, " I agree…Yassen must have used some of his contacts to track our communication records… But that shouldn't be a problem, we could just move the meeting spot at the last minu-"

"Tulip, that would mean we have played into his hands! It would be an embarrassment to MI6!" Blunt interrupted forcefully.

"So, you care about pride more than safety?" the woman countered with equal ferocity. "Fine! If you insist, I'll just tell everybody to tighten the security then."

Blunt ground his teeth audibly, "That wouldn't make a difference for Yassen… The thing that worries me is that he didn't bother to get a new I.D. Why would he, a trained assassin, formerly near world's number one hit man, be so careless as to forget to get a new credit card under a different name? The only reason I can think of, is that he wants us to find him, he wants us to be alert. He's toying with us."

Mrs. Jones's eyes narrowed, "That, and what of the influence he has over Alex?"

Blunt sighed, "Alex's actions are beyond our control now. You are going to have to accept that he left by his own free will."

"I want to hear it from him in person," Jones demanded.

"That is what I was getting at," Blunt agreed. "If we continue to have the meeting, no changes, we can catch the two and see what they're up to! Basically, we, the directors, will be the bait and Yassen and Alex will be the fish. They'll come, but we'll be ready."

Mrs. Jones clenched her jaw, "Alright, sounds promising. How far away are they from Der Leucchturm?"

"About a three hour drive through the countryside," Blunt said, reading from his report.

"Alright, I'll get the preparations going," Tulip started, getting up to leave. "I'll have a team ready by tonight. If everything works out, they'll be there by tomorrow morning."

"Very well…" Blunt paused a second, before continuing. "…Did you…by chance, ever locate Wolf and his team?"

Jones froze by the door, "Yes actually, that is what we were attending to before you called me up…they're in a sorry state, I'm sad to say."

Frowning, Blunt nodded his head towards the door, "Fine, go debrief to them, I'll take care of the plans."

------------------ back with Alex and Yassen-------------

"I thought you said they were coming!" Alex pouted, glaring at Yassen incessantly as he sat in the passenger's seat of the speeding car.

The elder glanced at the teen calmly, "Would you have gotten up otherwise?"

"I would have," Alex defended, "…eventually…"

A soft chuckle was Yassen's response. The boy was still young, after all… "I'm sorry, Alex. You can sleep now."

The soft tone made Alex pause, '…what if MI6 really was coming and I didn't get up? Would Yassen be imprisoned just because I was too lazy to cooperate?' The Rider gazed at the elder's face, it was focused and calm, the face of someone who knew what they were doing. "No…" he finally said, watching the scenery fly by out the window, "I think I'll be fine…"

After a while, a thought struck Alex. "Weren't we staying seven blocks from the predetermined meeting place?"

Yassen smirked, "Yes, that's correct."

"So…why are we driving so far out?" the younger inquired.

"That took you a while, didn't it?" the Russian teased. "The building is literally completely isolated, there's a highway that passes about 30 miles from it, so it's still in reach by car, but the press and publicity would be kept out. The place we were staying at, was the closest town to it…seven blocks away from it."

Alex frowned, "So, when we get there, what are we going to do with the car?"

"Now you're catching on," Yassen praised. "We're just doing a scouting mission today. Get a good view at the place, a drive by sort of thing."

"And how do we know that MI6 isn't already stationed there?" Alex continued.

"They are." Yassen said matter-of-factly.

Alex raised an eyebrow, "So, you want them to know we're here…or…they already do…" The Rider's eyebrows furrowed, "When you checked into the hotel, you were still registered under Dimitri, right?"

Yassen smiled, genuinely proud of the teen for figuring it out by himself, "Exactly, won't it be more fun if we had a bit of a challenge?"

Alex snorted, "I think you've bit off more than you can chew with this one…"

"Well…we'll see…"

---------------at Der Leucchturm: 2 hours and 48 minutes later-------------

"Base: I have a visual," a man said into the speaker attached to the collar of his shirt. "I repeat, I have a visual."

"Copy," another voice responded in his earpiece. "Transport?"

"Black Mercedes."

"Is it alone?"

"Yes, two people inside from my scope."

"License plate?"

"…they have some type of…reflector on it…can't pick it up…"

"Roger, just watch them, but keep a close eye on them."

"Understood, sir!"

-------------------in the car------------------------

"Alex," Yassen ordered softly, "Do you see the place clearly?"

The Rider nodded, Der Leuchtturm was a slightly dilapidated two-story building with frosted windows, probably bulletproof, and obvious renovation. The doors were new, as were the windowpanes and roof. "Yeah…"

"Alright," Yassen continued, "see that video camera in front of you?"

"Uh huh," affirmed Alex.

"I want you to inconspicuously, inconspicuously Alex, I know that's not always your style, but please, turn it on and face it towards the house as the highway loops around, alright?" Yassen ordered softly, very much unlike how he was towards his employees during the Stormbreaker incident.

"Roger that," Alex smirked. Casually reaching up, the quickly turned the camera on, and slowing focused in on the building. "So, you think they've got people watching us?"

The Gregorovich nodded towards a screen on his dashboard. "Look for yourself."

Alex leaned over, head almost touching the elder's shoulder, to see what Yassen had been glancing at. He gasped, "It's a FLIR infrared camera!"

"Very good, see the two dots in the center?" Alex nodded, and Yassen continued, "That's us, over to the top right corner, the three red dots, those are the lookouts."

"And what's with all the pink and that big red dot?" Alex inquired.

"The pink is probably due to the electrical and mechanical implements in the building, and the big dot is probably a heating or ventilation system," Yassen guessed.

"I see," Alex smirked, sitting back in his own seat. Reaching forward again, he carefully adjusted the video, zooming in as close as he could and discovered that the image didn't get any grainier. "This is some video camera," he breathed.

Yassen laughed, "Top of the line, cost me 1.2 million USD, so you better not damage it."

Alex laughed nervously, "Yeeeah…I'll do my best."

---------------------Three hours later---------------------

They were back at the hotel, Alex realized. Yassen was staring at him, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He pouted, "What?"

"Seems like you fell asleep after all," the elder teased. "Come on, let's get you a real bed."

As the pair walked through the lobby, Alex couldn't help but feel the stares of all the other patrons staying there. He shifted closer to Yassen, whispering into his ear, "Why are they staring like we're aliens from outer space?"

Yassen leaned down, talking equally as softly, "They don't usually get visitors here; all of them are probably regulars."

Alex nodded, looking forward and ignoring the rude looks they received. Once they reached their room however, the Rider vented, "They could have been slightly nicer! I mean, don't they realize how blatantly obvious their staring was?!"

Going to the kitchen, Yassen called over his shoulder, "People around here, in places that are completely isolated, are naturally a little xenophobic, Alex, but you get used to it."

The younger grunted, following the elder into the kitchen. Yassen pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, handing it to Alex. Taking a beer for himself, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Nah," Alex responded, shaking his head. They sat down at the table and the younger stared as Yassen took a swig of alcohol. "I didn't know you drank."

The Gregorovich quirked a brow, "I don't make it a habit…"

"I didn't know you drank…at all…" Alex shrugged.

"Alex," Yassen laughed, smacking the younger lightly on the side of the head, "I grew up around the mafia in RUSSIA, how could I not drink?"

The Rider blushed bright red.

The pair sat there for a while, each absorbed in his own thoughts. After a few minutes thought, Alex glanced at the ex-assassin. "Yassen…" he began softly.

Setting down his beer, the Russian met the younger's gaze, "Yes, Alex?"

"I was wondering…" the Rider mumbled. "Could you…tell me something about my father?"

Yassen was silent for a few moments, and then he sighed, "Later, Alex, after this whole fiasco is done. I'll tell you then, I promise, ok?"

"Alright."

--------------------------The day of the meeting - 1:37 hours-------------------------

Alex and Yassen were crouched on top of Der Leuchtturm. 'I' had sent them the schematics and cross referenced them with the video that Yassen had sent him…or her… Yassen had to admit that MI6 had outdone themselves with this project, as far as security went, but there was a single blind spot from the security cameras installed there that they managed to utilize to its potential. Well…technically, there were many considering they didn't have cameras on the roof, a very stupid decision.

'I' had hacked into the MI6 database and found the list of gadgets that the team posted in the building was supplied with. The supply list didn't include infrared or thermal cameras, goggles, or scanners of any kind.

They had a helicopter bring them in to about three miles in, making sure to keep the noise level down to a minimum, they had to walk the rest of the way. Alex had to say though, he didn't mind. The thrill of being on a mission never eluded him, and being with Yassen only added to his excitement.

As they neared the building, Yassen had gone first, climbing swiftly up the stonewalls, which were uneven with large slabs protruding here and there. A swift bug sweep showed that there were no sensors on the roof. Although it was pitch black, Yassen pointed a laser pointer at himself, drawing a circle on his chest, signaling to Alex that the coast was clear.

Not a minute later, the Rider joined Yassen on top of the building. "Now what?"

"Now, we wait," Yassen said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Wait and hide. There's a storage closet at the east end of the building, I think that'll do for the situation."

Finding the closet wasn't hard, it was actually used for maintenance, so there was roof access. Smirking, Yassen pointed his flashlight at the switches in the maintenance box before him. Lights. Door locks. Plumbing. Sprinkler system. They were all there. No doubt, there was a sister box somewhere in the building, but amidst the chaos that Yassen was planning, nobody would be in their right mind to think of finding it.

After the two of them had rearranged some crates and boxes and finally got to settling down, it was cramped, enough said. Both of them had carried a backpack of water balloons, and Yassen had warned Alex not to pop a single one. So, giving as much room for the backpacks as possible, Alex ended up squished between Yassen's legs, face literally buried in the elder's neck.

The younger blushed, "Sorry about this…"

Yassen shifted slightly, "Don't worry about it, you can just go to sleep for now."

Before long, against his wishes, Alex's head was resting on the Russian's shoulder.

--------------------The day of the meeting – MI6---------------------

"Are you sure the area is safe?" Blunt asked for the umpteenth time.

"I'm positive," Jones snapped. "The recon squad checked the perimeter half an hour ago. They'll be posted on both floors of the building along with lookouts outside. The roof has already been inspected, but the leader doesn't feel that it's necessary to post someone up there."

"Fine, I'll take your word for it," Blunt sighed resignedly. "How much longer to the drop off site?" They were riding in a helicopter with Wolf and his squad. The pilot was instructed to fly to a spot about five miles from Der Leuchtturm and a driver would drive them the rest of the way.

"About an hour."

---------------------Half and hour ago-----------------------

Yassen tensed, causing Alex to stir and wake up. "Shh, don't make a sound," the Russian whispered so softly in his ear the he almost though he'd imagined it.

Laying his head back down on the elder's shoulder, he controlled his breathing as they heard footsteps near the closet. The door was forced open and a light shined in.

The closet itself was quite large, but it was crammed with so much junk that it might as well have been tiny. Yassen had cleared out an area with shelves piled all the way up in a wall around them, making it impossible to spot them unless the security moved the shelves to see what was behind it, highly unlikely.

Once again, Alex was thankful for Yassen's genius with organization and planning. After a few seconds of looking, the security guard left, closing the door with a bang.

When the footsteps had disappeared for a full minute, Alex breathed normally again. "That was close…" Wrinkling his nose, Alex huffed, "It's getting stuffy."

"Just a bit, there's a ventilation shaft right above us, but it's all dusty and caked with dirt. It let's in enough air though." Yassen informed. Leaning his head back against the wall, the Russian sighed, closing his eyes briefly.

Alex didn't miss the action. Wriggling around a little, trying to get some blood back into his cramped muscles, he whispered, "Did you sleep at all?"

Cracking an eye open, the elder reached up and smoothed down some of the odd strands that stood up on the Rider's head. "An hour or two, enough to keep me awake."

Suddenly, something vibrated against Alex's left leg, causing him to flinch.

Yassen chuckled softly, "Would you grab my cell, Alex?"

"U-uh…sure," reaching out, he quickly retrieved the vibrating cellular phone and handed it to Yassen.

Holding it so Alex could see, the elder checked his messages. Sure enough, there was a text from 'I':

C:

Our satellite images show no guards on roof.

I'll have somebody there when the meeting ends to pick you up.

They should be there around 17:00 hours.

I

Short and too the point…but never the less, in complete sentences, Alex almost gagged. But restrained himself as Yassen wrapped his arms around the younger so he could reply back.

The Gregorovich's fingers were nearly flying over the full keyboard, and Alex's jaw nearly dropped:

I:

Ttyl, thx.

2 pkgs.

C

"You text?" Alex questioned, shocked.

Snapping the phone shut, the elder cast a withering look at the Rider, "I'm not that old yet, you dunce. I do try and keep up with technology, you know."

"Still…I think that just totally shattered my bad-guy-turned-good-guy image of you…"

------------------------Der Leuchtturm – 16: 58 hours-----------------------------

Mrs. Jones followed Alan Blunt down the corridor as he strode out towards the entrance, extremely annoyed. That annoyance was portrayed in his abnormally fast, but normally stiff walk. "I cannot believe those stubborn American idiots!" he seethed through his teeth. "They wouldn't listen to a word we said!"

"You can't help that Ala-!" Jones had opened the door in order to exit, but was greeted with a rather interesting sight. K unit was pushing back a hoard of reporters, photographers, and journalists who had all managed to arrive at Der Leuchtturm during the meeting. "I thought this was supposed to remain OUT of the papers, Mr. Blunt," she whispered in her superior's ear.

"I thought so too."

-------------------------On top of the roof – 16:55 hours-----------------------------

Yassen smiled as the unzipped his backpack and carefully took out the water balloons. "It's amazing what a little tip to the press does," he casually said to Alex, who was also removing their projectiles from his bag.

"Hn," the younger smiled. "So, your grand plan is to publicly humiliate them by dumping water balloons on their heads?"

"Sort of, you'll see. But first, put these on," Yassen took out two masks. On was a happy face and one was a sad face, both immensely comical. "You take Mr. Happy –- no, and not just because I don't want to wear it, I'm sure you'll be happy when you see what happens."

Reluctantly taking the hideously colored bright purple mask, Alex slipped it on. "Whatever, let's just get ready."

They didn't have to wait long. Their arms loaded with water balloons, they saw the doors open directly under them and Tulip Jones and Alan Blunt walk out and just stand there in front of the crowd. A quick glance at each other and bombs away. Without letting Alex see what happened however, Yassen pulled the younger back as chaos erupted two stories below.

Pointing into the sky, Alex saw and MI6 helicopter gradually lowering itself towards the building.

Seeing the confusion in the Rider's eyes, Yassen yelled in his ear over the din, "That's our ride, it's a replicated chopper! You go first!"

"What about you?" Alex shouted back.

Yassen was already heading towards the maintenance closet, "I'll be right back."

Alex refused to go without Yassen though and waited until the elder reemerged from the closet, running back to where the chopper was.

They clambered up the rope dangling from the open door and were pulled into the helicopter. The pilot took off the moment Yassen was fully in, not willing to risk being caught by police or secret service.

"So," Yassen asked as soon as the doors were closed and the noise level died down. "How was it?"

Alex grumbled, "You didn't let me see what happened!"

The Russian laughed, "Here," he pulled out his laptop, "Read it yourself."

As Alex carefully took the portable computer, he almost dropped it in shock. As he saw the picture on the screen, it dawned on him why Yassen had been so careful with the water balloons, they were filled with paint. Tulip Jones and Alan Blunt were standing there, in shock, covered with a rainbow of colors from head to toe. "What type of paint is that?" Alex asked excitedly as soon as he had regained his voice.

"Spray paint," Yassen smirked, sitting down next to him so he could read the report as well. "It'll take a heck of a long time for that to fully come out."

"…heads of MI6 drenched in paint from mysterious masked attackers on the roof…Chaos ensues in 'The Lighthouse', United States guests soaked as all alarms went green…' Report filed: 15 seconds ago…"

'Ah, so that's what he went to do,' Alex smirked remembering the different switches. Then, he laughed, he couldn't help it, it was just too funny. Unable to erase the absurd image of Blunt and Jones covered in paint, and the heads of the CIA, NSA, and FBI running like children to get away from the sprinklers, the Rider turned to Yassen, a smile still on his face, "Thanks…for all this, I mean…it was exciting."

Ruffling the teen's hair, the Russian snorted, "Isn't everything you get involved in exciting?"

Shrugging, Alex closed the laptop and gave it back to Yassen. "Where are we going now?"

"Now?" the elder asked, putting the PC back in its case. "Now, we're going home before your housekeeper decides to put a bullet in my head."

"I think that'd be a good idea…"

----------------------------on the airplane back to London------------------------

They were sitting in business class this time, apparently first class was all filled up. "Ivan," Alex grimaced, using their code names just didn't sound…right… "Can you tell me more about my father?" he asked in a hushed tone.

Yassen was silent for a minute.

"Please?" he added.

The Russian sighed, "I don't think you're ready to know the most part yet…Alex. But I will tell you this. Your father and I…I've known him since I was seventeen. He was a great man, Alex, now that I know the truth I see the full extent of how great he was. And he loved you, very much so. I remember…after Helen had you, he told me about it…and he seemed happy, happier than I'd ever seen him before…"

"But what about Scorpia, what was he like there?" continued Alex.

Yassen smiled sadly, "He…was like any other trainer there, the only difference was that he was a thousand times better than the rest. He saw my potential and he utilized it. We trained for years and years, and gradually, he became more than just a mentor or a teacher to me… your father… he was my best friend, almost like a father figure…and maybe even more that that…" he added wryly.

Alex raised a brow, "Like…family?"

"Y-yeah…something like that," nodded Yassen, clearly uncomfortable. "Why don't you go to sleep now, Alex, I'll wake you up when we get to London.

As the younger fell asleep again on his shoulder, Yassen recalled his years together with John, the memories he had suppressed were bubbling up again…all because of John's son, this boy, Alex Rider…

----------------------------London-------------------------------

"Alex, wake up, we're here," Yassen said, grabbing their bags from the car. The teen had fallen asleep in the long car ride back to Jack's house. On the way, they'd stopped by the hotel to pick up the outfit that Yassen had purchased before they went to Germany. 'My gift to you,' he had said.

Nudging the teen gently, only to find he wouldn't wake up, the Russian shook his head with amusement. Setting the bag down, he took the boy into his arms and carried him to the door.

The door swung open literally seconds after he rang the bell and the Gregorovich was greeted with a samurai knife pressed to his throat.

Jack's hair was disheveled, her clothes rumpled, and her makeup smudged, but nevertheless, her eyes were piercing. "What have you done to Alex?!" she spat through gritted teeth, tears forming in her eyes.

Shifting the teen slightly, Yassen whispered, "You might not want to do that, he's only sleeping, you know…"

Alex, awakened by Jack's voice, opened bleary eyes and found himself being carried, CARRIED, by his former arch-nemesis! Scrambling out of the elder's grasp, he hastily straightened his clothes and smacked the Russian on the side of the head. "You bloody idiot! You'd said you'd wake me up!"

Rubbing his head and pinching the Rider on the cheek, Yassen smiled, "Well, I tried, but you wouldn't open your damn eyes!"

"Well, maybe you needed to try harder!" Alex countered.

"STOP! Stop this instant!" Jack interrupted pointing the sword right between Yassen's eyes. "Give me answers, right here, right now."

This was the first time Alex noticed that Jack was there, "Jack…well…uh…can we go inside first?"

"No, Alex, I want to know why you're with this…this MURDERER!" Jack screamed. "Give me answe--"

"Please, Miss Starbright," Yassen interrupted. "We need to get inside, you're attracting attention."

Alex nodded and Jack reluctantly opened the door to them, her eyes trained on
Yassen's movements. "Ok, you're inside, now spill, Alex. Why are you with this thing?"

Yassen looked scandalized and Alex snorted, "H-he…well, he was helping me get revenge on MI6…"

Jack still had not lowered the weapon, "Did he…hurt you at all?"

"Nope," Alex smiled, reaching up and taking the sword from her and giving her a tight hug. "I'm sorry to have worried you…"

Hugging the teen back, Jack buried her face in his hair, "I'm just glad you're safe…my god! Where have you been? You smell horrible!"

Yassen laughed as Alex handed him the sword and rolled his eyes. "Goes in the living room in the display cabinet." As Yassen walked away, the Rider turned back to Jack, "We kind of went to Germany…"

"But why? Why did you go?" Jack pleaded, her eyes leaking tears.

"I…" Alex paused. "I really don't know. I guess I just wanted an adventure…the prospect of beating MI6 just seemed to appeal to me… and also, Yassen knew my dad, he spent years with him! And I was just curious and…yeah…I guess it was sort of a spur of the moment kind of thing."

Nodding reluctantly, and wiping her tears away, Jack gradually calmed down, "So, was it worth it?"

Alex smiled, a smile that reached his eyes, "Totally."

"Well then, I'm not such a horrible babysitter now, am I?" Yassen drawled from the end of the hall. "Go upstairs and take a shower, Alex, and after that, you can finish your nap."

"I do not nap," Alex retorted. "Do you realize how uncomfortable it was to try sleep curled up in a ball? I was making up lost sleep, not napping!"

"Fine, take a shower and finish sleeping," Yassen reiterated.

As Alex trudged up the stairs, Jack turned to the Russian. "You, me, talk, now…and maybe some coffee."

--------------FINISH------------------

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