15TH FANFIC!

WOOHOO!

Im just getting so many idea's recently!

Ok, so, bascialy this is set in Alex Rider's Point Of View (POV) and is in normal writing.

Most of the time.

Its difficult to explain.

But, its all set in his POV except for the italic writing which is set as if in a Third Person's Point Of View (TP-POV) and is mainly centred around Mrs. Jones.

For example, its like this,

"I quickly flipped him over, disarming him and throwing away his gun in disgust"

Which is Alex's POV, or else this, which is TP-POV,

"Mrs. Jones sat in her office, staring at the scree as Alex easily took out the man, before dropping his gun".

And now, on with the story.

Rachel :)

CHAPTER 1

5...4...3...2...1...GO.

I quickly jumped up, silently dashing through the building, and checking every room.

Only one thing was on my mind.

Kill. The. Target.

Pushing open another door, I quickly shot the guard inside, pausing for a split second to see the red forming over his heart as he went down.

But I couldn't wait.

I had a job to do.

Passing through a few more rooms, I shot the men as they came, the silencer on my gun deadening all noise as I took them down. There were meant to be 17 men on board, if my information was right, but so far, I had only counted 16...

Pausing for a minute to catch my breath, I listened intently for any sort of noise, smirking when I heard the barely-concealed heavy breathing of another man behind me. A glance in the mirror next to me confirmed this.

"Put your hands up" he ordered and I slowly put my hands on my head, turning around to face him.

He faltered slightly, not at all expecting a 17-year-old teenager, and I used that to my advantage, taking one swift step forward, bending his wrist back so he dropped the gun, before spinning him around and shooting him in the back of the head.

All if this had taken place in less than 4 seconds, and after another second, he was down.

Now that, was too close for my liking.

Still grinning, I frisked him, gaining me a few extra bullets in the process. I'd leave him with his gun. I had no need for a second one when my current revolver was working perfectly. It'd only add on a dead weight. And right now, it would not be appreciated.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the final door, silently stepping in and closing it behind me. I glanced up at my target. The fair-haired man was standing only a few feet away, oblivious to his sudden intrusion. And he appeared to be... Reading. Yea. He was holding a book, flicking over a new page every minute or two.

Slowly and stealthily walking over behind him, I double checked the safety was off, before placing the barrel of the gun against the back of the tall man's head. And tightening my grip on the trigger.

He immediately tensed up, his grip on the book tightening, as he slowly turned around to face me, his light blue eyes the only revelation of his fear. His expression, however, remained a cold, neutral, emotionless mask.

"... So is this the end?" He asked quietly, a slight Russian accent to the words.

I smiled slightly, "No... This is only the beginning".

Then I pulled the trigger.

And a few seconds later, someone shouted the single word, "CLEAR".

Mrs. Jones sat in her office, watching the events play out on a hidden TV screen in the wall in front of her. She watched as the young spy moved through the house with such stealth and precision, even the trained eye would have a hard time distinguishing him from one of the best operatives in the world.

But he was one of the best operatives in the world, she reminded herself, he was THE best operative in the world.

But he was a secret.

She watched as he silently shot each and every guard through-out the different rooms, able to shoot them down before they even had time to reach their own guns. He even managed to do it with a single shot too. Either to the heart, or the odd one or two to the head. Quick. Clean. And always 100% dead-on.

Just like she had trained him.

She watched as he entered the second last room, stopping for a minute to catch his breath. Then she saw the man come up behind him, a gun at the teenagers head.

She frowned.

He was getting sloppy.

But her features smoothened out once more as the blond-haired boy spun around, quickly and silently disarming the man before shooting him just like the others.

He was getting better.

And she watched as he crept up to the last room, quietly stepping inside, taking in his surroundings, before raising the gun and pointing it at the man's head.

The slim-figure turned around, his pale skin standing out in contrast with the ebony black of the revolver as both men stared at each other.

"So is this the end?".

"No. This is only the beginning".

*BANG*.

The Head of Special Operations silently congratulated herself as she heard the loud "CLEAR".

It meant the set-up was over once again.

It meant that all 17 men who got killed, stood back up, completely unharmed, and removing their bullet proof vests with the red paint across their hearts.

It meant that the 17-year-old smirked, pocketing his paint gun as he pulled up the other grinning fair-haired man he had just shot.

It meant that the teenager, Alex Rider, was ready.

It wasn't uncommon for me to be pulled inside Mrs. Jones office. Not anymore. Not since she became Head of MI6, and I, MI6's best agent.

Yet every time I entered the nearly empty room, I couldn't help but feel some sense of... Well... Dread.

Because I knew that each time I was called in, there'd be some Drug Dealers in Italy that needed to be dealt with, or there'd be a Brazilian Prisoner after escaping a maximum security prison that needed tracking down, or even that there'd be a simple misunderstanding between Iran and Iraq.

In short, it meant my next mission.

Not that I could say I completely hated them or anything.

Some missions were actually quite fun.

Not that many... But still, there were some.

Knocking once, I waited for the usual "Come in" before quietly opening the door and stepping in.

She glanced up when she saw me, giving one, brief, quick smile, before motioning to the chair in front of her desk.

I slowly say down in front of her, waiting for her to speak.

It wouldn't take long.

It never did.

Exactly 7 minutes and 43 seconds later, she spoke.

"The training went well Alex?".

"I have no doubt that you already know" I replied simply and she nodded slightly, "Yes. I was... Watching... Your progress. I believe you are ready".

"To kill the man for real?" I asked quietly.

"To kill the man for real" She confirmed.

I nodded slowly, "And you know where he is?".

"We... No, not really" she admitted and I sighed, "Ok. Got a country for me?".

She glanced up, "Alex... Your 17 years old. You've been MI6 for three years. And you're my best agent... But do you seriously think I'd allow you to go to the country he was last sighted in in the of chance younger possibly see him? Out of millions of people? Over thousands of miles?".

"Yes".

She sighed, "Fine. Yea. You're right. I would".

I smirked, "And he was last seen where?".

She frowned, "Our intel say he's in Romania".

"And should your intel be reliable?" I asked.

"Should you be reliable?" She shot back and I shrugged, "I'm just saying, you should double check your sources".

"Meaning?" She asked, and I smiled slightly, standing up and heading back towards the door, "He's not in Romania. That was a set up... Right now, he's currently in Switzerland. In Zurich, if I'm not mistaken".

She stared at me, "... And you know this how?".

I paused, "... Let's just say over my time with the Secret Service, I picked up a few contacts here and there".

She frowned, "Ok. He's is Switzerland. You know what to do?".

"Course. Locate the target. Find the target. And kill the target" I replied.

"And the target is?".

I smiled slightly, "Yassen Gregorovich".