Chapter 1: From Russia With Love…. Again

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism is welcome.

Rain pelted the windows of a very polished black Mercedes-Benz, the color of a vehicle returning from a funeral. How convenient for such a depressing day. Andris Gregorovich was grieving the death of his beloved brother Yassen. Yassen was considered the black-sheep of his eight siblings, but to Andris, Yassen was someone to look up to. However, when he was pursing a "career" in being an assassin, Andris and Yassen hit some rocks in their relationship. In his endless pleas to Yassen, Andris described how dangerous and illegal being an assassin would be, but Yassen just ignored and he lost all contact with family never to speak with them again.

"This better be important, my brother is dead," Andris said very rudely to the short and stout man he thought he was supposed to meet with.

"Good morning to you, too, Andris," the man said, "Care for a drink".

"How do you know me?" Andris demanded.

"I was a dear friend of Yassen, and he spoke very highly of you," the man replied, "By the way, I am Sergei Lontikov". Sergei offered his hand and Andris shook it reluctantly.

"Please excuse my rudeness, I haven't spoken to Yassen in fifteen years and I never will have the chance again," Andris said, "He was the only one of my siblings who was open and honest."

"He told me you were very close to him," Sergei said, "He told me another thing, you got revenge at every opportunity, and I am giving you one with open arms."

There was a chill in Andris' body, telling him there was something very interesting about Yassen's death.

"What happened to him?" Andris said. His voice was cracking up. Andris knew no details about Yassen's death.

"The British M-16 sent out a spy on a mission involving Yassen, in a deliberate attempt, Yassen was killed in a plane crash by a spy", Sergei said.

"How did you get this information?" Andris asked, "This wasn't illegal, was it? I am really not suited for illegal business."

"Andris, hardly anything Yassen and I did or do is legal, so that is why the M-16 sent someone to kill him", Sergei said.
Andris was getting infuriated that he didn't try harder to keep Yassen away from the dangerous business that brought a sudden end to his life. "WHO KILLED HIM!"

"A young boy by the name of Alex Rider", Sergei replied.

"I knew Yassen was going to get in trouble in this nonsense", Andris said calming done, but still a tone of vengeance in his voice.

"And I know how to avenge his death, so listen to me carefully," Sergei said, "I can arrange a flight to San Francisco for you."

"San Francisco?" Andris asked dumbfounded, "I thought the M-16 was British."

"Oh, just listen", Sergei said, "there are a few little details about San Francisco that will have Mr. Rider drawn over."