Disclaimer: Yes, I secretly wrote the Alex Rider series... In my dreams.
Soldier On
Chapter One
Alan Blunt had a problem. Actually it would be right to say that that statement was false or miss leading for Alan Blunt had many problems. The most obvious being, how to get five fully grown men into a secondary school without arousing suspicion? Unless those fully grown men weren't exactly fully grown. Would it be more obvious to suggest that five teenagers would be appropriate as a solution. Only one boy that fit the discription came to mind straight away: Alex Rider, that left four. Who would he get and where would he get them? Perhaps classmates would work. Two weeks with SAS would solve the experience (or lack of experience) problem. Now for the biggest problem; getting Alex Rider.
Royal & General Bank
"No, no and no!"
"It's only reconnaissance mission, Alex. We just want to know what's going on there, you don't have to get involved." Let's say the conversation wasn't quite going to plan.
"My answer isn't changing. This isn't the first time you've said that and that time things went horribly wrong. I was almost adopted by a mad man."
"That was the CIA and the key word there, Alex, was ALMOST."
"Does it make any difference?" The question was dismissed by the rather plain man.
"This time you won't be alone. I thought it would be appropriate that since you will attending the school in question that you should have classmates that could possibly help you out."
"You're making more teenagers go through this hell?" there was a small silence in which the fair haired used to wisely gather his thoughts, "who are they?"
"I was hoping you could tell me. They are, after all, your classmates." He had never doubted that all those years of debating would pay off at some point in time.
"What are you implying?"
"They will be your aid. I needed five men but five boys will have to suffice."
"You're not giving me straight answers," Alex said and then quickly added, "I haven't agreed to this yet." Another key word: yet.
"I will be at arriving at your school tomorrow to select a few students, see you then." The man had twisted the conversation leaving the teenage spy with more questions than answers.
"Wait-" the boy said turning around to catch the man who had started to leave the room only to find that he had already disappeared. Alex Rider left the building with thoughts of getting even taking shape within his mind.
Brookland School
"I still don't agree with this, Mr. Blunt," the peppermint sucking woman stated.
"I'm not asking if you agree with it, Mrs. Jones. If we don't find out what is going on in that building then we may not be able to stop it. There is no other way around this. Alex Rider is the best man... I mean boy for the job," came the reply.
"Miss. Starbright is not going to like this," she persisted.
"She doesn't need to know. Now if you'll excuse me I have a meeting that I must attend." Again the man made a quick disappearance before the deputy head could object any further.
For the second time in two days Alex Rider was left looking at the man he had quickly learned to hate. This time he was accompanied by nine classmates, the tenth being himself. Ten? Yes, what would happen if some of the students were not suitable for the part they needed to play. It could cause some rather annoying mistakes and Mr. Blunt hated mistakes just as much as he hated problems for a mistake was the beginning of a problem.
"From here on everything is confidential, nothing I say is to be repeated to anyone outside these walls. So, if you would please read and sign the sheet in front of you," the gray man said. Papers rustled as they read and then signed themselves into secrecy. As the last pen left the paper Mr. Blunt resumed his speech, "you're parents will be told that you will be attending a camp. A letter will be sent home informing them of this. You in fact will be attending a camp but a military camp where you will be tested on your strengths and weaknesses. I wish you luck."
'The luck will be to those who are rejected,' thought a boy who was quietly sitting in the corner of the room. The thought was accompanied by another, 'I'm not getting out of this am I?'
The man left, he was soon followed by the rest of the students, nine out of the ten wondering about what was in store for them.
SAS (a week later)
A group of ten students were being lead towards the meeting site. They could see all the events that were going on. A few of the soldiers started to stare but quickly caught themselves and returned to their tasks. The group of ten were lead to a room with five beds.
"With all the training going on here you'd think they'd have learned how to count," a dark haired boy called Ayden joked. A few of the other boys let out a couple of small but nervous laughs.
"Shot gun a bed," yelled another, this time a tall boy known as Cal. Before anything more could be said someone burst into the room. A man.
"We have no names here... usually. but seen as there are not enough code names to go around you will be addressed by your last names," the man yelled. Many of the boys held their breath either trying not to laugh at the man's red face or whimper at the veins popping out of his forehead.
"You will be split into two groups, the people in your group will be the only shoulder that will be available for you to cry on for the next week. These two barracks are where you will be spending the rare amount of spare time you have and where you will be sleeping," he continued. Now things were starting to make sense, there were two rooms. No one would be sleeping on the floor.
The man stopped pacing and faced one of the teenagers. A look of annoyance plastered on his face. "There will be no pranks, or anything else, that could possibly injure or harm anyone in anyway," he walked up to the boy and added in a whispered tone so only the few standing around him could hear, "even if your ass is about to get kicked out. Do I make myself clear?"
Many of the teens were confused by what had just happened but there were a lot of things about Alex Rider that were more confusing.
"Crystal, sir," Alex answered. Most had wondered how the fair haired teen had managed to refrain from flinching or stop his voice from coming out like someone had kicked him below the belt.
"Good," he said and then once again started addressing the entire room, "dinner is at 7:30, come late, you miss out. Remember I am not here to sympathize. Also groups will be posted tomorrow morning." He left with no word of goodbye.
Once the man was sure he was out of earshot he sighed and said to himself, "what has this place turned into, a daycare center?"
A/N: Sorry I haven't written in ages but my computer crashed and I lost everything, it's still not fixed but this is the story I've been writting on my mums computer. Updates will be slow as I'm starting school soon and I have a waterpolo and tri camp coming up.
Well this took so long to read and proof read. As for the sequel to Who Knows I'm kind of stuck at the moment with ideas on how to start it, anyone who has any ideas on how I can start it please HELP! So that along with it all dissapearing has made it extremely hard to write. I also recently looked back on the stories and realized that I need to totally rewrite them all so keep a look out for anything new.
As for this story, the other teens in it will not take the spotlight from Alex. He is, and always will be, the main character. I'm not fond of OC's but I needed them for the idea to work. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Well enough of the blabbering, R&R!