A what? A disclaimer? You mean I suppose to say I don't own Alex Rider, and don't have the copy write papers? I will never ever say that! Oh wait...oops

Alex walked down the streets of London, stopping every once and awhile to look in the display window, before continuing to walk. He was going to the Royal and General Bank to meet with Blunt and Jones who had called him there.

Alex was now 16, and school was about to be out. He had been counting the days until the summer holidays came. Right now, there were only three days left, all of which were full of tests. When he arrived at the bank, Alex stood and stared at the spot, where two years ago, he was shot. Sniped. The guard that was manning the front door, who had heard of the incident, smiled slightly at the boy. Sighing, Alex knew that he would have to go in there sometime, and as... someone always said, ''There's no time like now".

Alex strolled up to the elevator, clicked the button, and heard the ding of the doors opening. Alex strode in, smiled at the camera that he had located a couple months ago. The camera gave a slight twitch. So, Henry is on monitoring duty. Good, he will let me in with the guns... and the knives, and that pair of nun chucks. Henry was an agent who happened to owe Alex from the mission they did together in North Korea. Alex had saved him from falling to death and then, later, saved his job. The doors dinged again and Alex arrived on the 17th floor. Alex walked quickly, not wanting to be stopped by another agent. The last time that happened… it ended very badly.

Alex walked up to Blunt's door, and strode in without knocking.

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Ms. Jones stood next to Blunt and stared at the four people in front of her. Each one was from another agency. A tall tan man, whose file said his code name was Ricochet, came the ASIS. A brown haired woman, who was sitting in the blue cushion that was across from Alan, came from the Mossad and was given the name Shadow. Another man was leaning against the wall, his dark skin making him stand out even more in the gray room. He was called Ikan from BIN, otherwise known as the Indonesian State Intelligence Agency. Another woman sat in the other chair, her name was Abby Morgan from the CIA, and her code name was Sair.

The major intelligence agencies decided that a team of experts should be assembled, but of course, some wanted nothing to do with it. The team was one very much like the U.S G.I Joes. Each specialized in something different, and each were the world's leaders in their profession. If they weren't the best, then they were pretty darn close to it. MI6 had faced a dilemma when they were asked if they wanted to join. The saw the agents who were already in it, and saw only one thing they could add to it: Alex. Ms. Jones's thoughts were interrupted when the agent from BIN, Ikan, spoke, his voice slightly tinted by his accent.

"Where is your agent? He was supposed to be here five minutes ago." Alan looked up from his papers and spoke.

"Do not worry, he will be here soon." A few minutes later they heard the elevator door open, but they and Ms. Jones couldn't hear any footsteps. Only she knew the boy wouldn't knock. The door swung open and showed one very pissed Alex Rider.

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Alex was furious. He threw open the door to find six pairs of eyes on him, four of which he did recognize. Threat, his mind screamed. Alex made his face into a mask instantly, and he locked away any emotion he had been showing.

Alex looked around the room; a man was standing up, hovering between the two chairs and Blunts desk. He looked tan, his hair was a light shade of blond, and his muscles weren't profound, but they were there. The chair he was closest to sat a woman, who Alex guessed was Israeli. Next to the Israeli woman sat another woman, whose hair was blond, but had a blue highlight going through it. Alex guessed she was American. A man was leaning against the wall, who happened to be studying Alex quite thoroughly. The man was Asian by the look of it, and from Alex's time in Bangkok, he guessed Indonesian. Alex spoke, his voice betrayed his face, and Alex let it.

"Don't tell me you arranged a play day Blunt! I mean, I'm thankful and all, but I have three more days of school left. So, if you could hold off 'till then, it would be appreciated—" He was interrupted by Blunt.

"Quiet! You will go now—" However, Blunt was quickly cut off by a knife sticking out of the desk. It quivered less than a centimeter from his left hand.

"I plan on finishing my tests, Blunt, and I really don't care who these people are. They can wait three days." Alex turned to leave, he heard Blunts voice echo out into the hall.

"How the hell did he get a knife it here?" Alex yelled back while stepping into the elevator.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

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Abby was sitting in a chair when the door was thrown open. She had heard the elevator door ding, but she didn't hear the footsteps of the teenager that was now standing in the door way. Wait, a teenager? Shouldn't he be on his way home or something…? Her thoughts changed when the kid spoke. His voice sounded annoyed and severely pissed off. What shocked her even more, was that the kid called the head of MI6, Blunt. Not Sir or Mr. Blunt, just Blunt. Within moments, the kid had walked out, leaving a knife a centimeter from the directors hand. Ikan spoke again.

"That was your agent?" Mr. Blunt nodded.

"Yes, that was Devil." The brown haired woman next to her, Shadow, spoke up, her voice dripping with venom.

"Why aren't you giving the order to bring him in?"

"Because last time it took everyone here to bring him in, and we still lost him. Give him his three days, but right when his school lets out, he better be back here." It was a dismissal. The four slowly walked out of the room, and in turn the building. As soon as they got in the car and started driving towards the hotel, Ikan spoke.

"A teenager! They are using a teenager!" Abby spoke for the first time with in the hour.

"Yes, but it seems he is very good at what he does. Not everyone can throw a knife at the head of MI6 and walk away."

Ms. Jones had called earlier in the morning. She had told Alex to bring his SAS uniform to the bank and to be wearing it, and bring whatever weapons he had in his possession. The last day of school went by uneventfully. At three thirty, when the bell rang, Alex grabbed his backpack and headed towards the loo to change. Once changed, he stared towards his motorcycle. He got it, curtsey of Smithers, for his sixteenth birthday. Alex was at the front doors of the school when a voice called out to him. He recognized it at the schools therapist: Ms. May.

Ms. May had brown hair, probably in her late thirties, and carried around a clipboard. She wore a light blue shirt and a spring green sweater over top. On her feet were about two centimeters worth of heels.

"Alex! Mr. Bray wants to talk to you in his office for a moment!"

Alex sighed and walked towards Ms. May and the headmasters office. He opened the door and noticed that almost all of his teachers were in the room, including his gym teacher, Mr. Rendell. Mr. Bray gestured to the chair in front of him, Alex took off his backpack and slumped into the chair. He felt all of the teachers eyes on him. Mr. Cooper, Alex's English teacher, spoke first.

"Alex, you did very well on the end of the year tests. So, we have some good news, and some bad." Mr. Bray continued after the man broke off.

"The good news is that we are letting you come back next year… if you stop getting 'sick'. The bad news is, we can't let you back if you continue to do this. We understand your uncle's death was hard on you, but remember you have people here that want to help you. So, this summer we want you to see Ms. May for a few sessions, and maybe take a few summer programs in—" He got cut off by Ms. May, who was looking at his uniform.

"Alex, why are you wearing military fatigue?" Alex quickly thought up a lie.

"I'm going to military camp to get myself 'straightened out' and will be gone all summer—" He was interrupted by Ms. May.

"Why do you need that uniform? It looks an awful lot like my cousins old SAS one, and what have you gotten yourself into that you need to go to a military camp to get help? Drugs? A gang?" She said motioning towards his gym teacher. "Tom." Mr. Rendell walked over to Alex's bag, picked it up, and dumped it. Books, paper pens, and pencils came falling out, followed by several bullets. Alex gulped, good thing he had put all his other weapons on him. Well, except for the shuriken... which then fell out of the bag.

Mr. Rendell then moved in front of the door, with his arms crossed, efficiently blocking it. Ms. Weis, the science teacher, picked up one of the bullets, and spoke.

"Mr. Rider, why do you have bullets…and a... shuriken, in your bag?" She took his bag, and opened up another pocket, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"You also seem to have some very powerful pain meds. Where did you get all these things, Alex?" Alex gulped and shuffled his feet, stalling for time.

"Some of the kids think its funny, to put things in my bag—" He was interrupted ,again, by Ms. May.

"Yes, that would explain the bullets and the shuriken, but not the pain medication." She said, looking down at the label and saw that the doctor the had written the prescription, was the same one who had sent the sick notes. He had also written on the label that it was for Alex.

"In fact, these meds are meant for you! They have your name on them." Thinking quickly, Alex replied with a half lie.

"I didn't really have an appendix taken out. I had… a more serious surgery. I didn't want people to know about it and…I really should get going." With that Alex snatched his bag, filled it back up, and swiftly walked out the door. He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly, and caught the hand in his grasp, his eyes flashed dangerously. The hand belonged to Ms. May, who then spoke.

"Alex, we can help." The boy shook his head. They couldn't help. As the teen walked down the hall, Ms. May's voice echoed after him.

"Good luck!"

Alex notated the words Ms. May said, and hoped he wouldn't need them. He ran out of the building, and down the school walk gathering many odd looks from his fellow students, he paid no mine to them. Alex swung his leg over his ocean blue and silver streaked motorcycle, given to him by Mr. Smithers. Who was probably his one of his only friends at MI6.

From the phone call he had gotten from Ms. Jones that morning he knew he was expected to be at the bank by 4:15, his meeting with his teachers had held him till 3:55. Alex had 20 minutes to get to the bank which included the traffic, numerous stoplights, and old grannies in their sedans. It turns out he made it with a minute to spare. Alex parked his motor bike by the curb across from the bank, turned off the engine and pocketed the keys. He entered the building heading straight towards the lift, not surprised to see Ms. Jones standing in the lobby waiting for him.

"Good you came right on time, now when we go up there Mr. Blunt is going to refer to you as Devil or Cub, the other agents are already there". She spoke as she joined him in his stroll towards the elevator, stopping when the doors closed. Alex shuffled his feet thinking of a way to break the awkward silence between them. He spoke when they were half way towards the 16th floor, he words laden with guilt and overall shame.

"I'm sorry" Ms. Jones stared at him before talking again.

"Alex we agreed that never happened" The boy snapped back.

"But it did happen, and if I lost my morals then you would be dead!" The woman opened then closed her mouth.

"You were upset and mad…and I'm glad you still have your morals, and I hope you always will have them". The lift's door opened and Ms. Jones stepped out, Alex followed quickly behind. They had reached Blunts door when Alex spoke up again.

"There dead all of them my Mom and Dad, Ian, Ash, and Yassen? There all not breathing." She paused eye brows raised it slight surprise.

"You cared for Yassen?" Alex stared at her aggravated.

"You didn't answer my question". She brought her eyes up to his, and stated

"Yes" like it was a fact or a well known statement, and for all it was worth Alex could tell she wasn't lying. They entered the room and four out of the five pairs of eyes trained on them, they had obviously heard the conversation that had gone on just a moment before. Blunt looked up, his face impassive, he held out his hand motioning to Alex to give him something.

"I would like it if you handed over all the weapons you have on you right now, before we debrief. I will give them back later". Alex gave him a hard stare, one that would make human flinch, the man in front of him didn't. Moving slowly Alex removed the gun on his shoulder and set it on the desk, then the other one on his ankle, the four knives he had on strapped to each limb, the set of shuriken he had under his belt, and finally the pair of num chucks in his pocket. Ms. Jones looked at him, and said rather bluntly.

"Are all those weapons necessary?" Alex nodded and replied.

"Why yes, yes they are" as he flung himself into one of the open seats.

"Now that we are all here I can talk about your upcoming training, you five are being sent to Wales, more specifically Beacons Brecons Where you will be learning how to work together as a team and otherwise get to know each other. Agent Daniels will be in charge of your training other than that you will have a unit with you to show you the ropes. After a two week course you will be sent back here for you mission details. Dismissed, Cub could you stay behind for a second." The four adults left the room without as much as a look back. The door shut loudly behind them. Alex turned his glare onto Blunt as he spoke again.

"Your unit, K; will be your guides, there new member is X-Ray, whom you have met, I believe in Australia