I've always been amazed at Anthony Horowitz's abilty to write a plot for a series like the Alex Rider adventures and manage to get all the fine details right. When Snakehead- the 7th book- came out I was even more amazed at the even finer details hidden... but this time they were incomplete. So I decided to read the other books and find details like this and write a FanFic based more than 20 years later- one revolving around a doughter. But... instead of making it just a fanfic, I've expanded these points I found and given reason to them. I've really worked hard on this and hope you like it! Just a few things- once the plot of this story stabilizes through the middle, it will be difficult to understand unless you've read the series (especially Scorpia becuase I use a lot from there) so if you start getting hooked on to this, I highly recomend you read the series. Thanks and hope you enjoy!

-ZaneLover0511

CHAPTER 1

Ice Cream.

That basically described New York City at the moment. For Hayden Rider, New York was heaven no matter how cold the winters got (like now). Kind of like how no matter how cold, ice cream was always, well… ice cream. Delicious. The snow was basically pouring and school was most likely going to be canceled tomorrow, which meant that her mom, Sabina Rider, was probably going to take her shopping for something "cute." Sabina Rider was a professional personal shopper but with a medical degree, which was kind of an odd combination, but Sabina believed in doing what you love so that's exactly what she did. This is what Emma was thinking about as she entered her four-bedroom condo. "Mom!" It didn't seem like anyone was home. That was until she saw the dark, good-looking figure come out of the study—"Oh, hi dad."

"Hey," said Alex soothingly, breaking into a friendly grin. Alex Rider, a.k.a. Hayden's dad, was a software architect. Heyden often wondered about her dad's past. It was almost as if he didn't have a past. Sabina had pictures, videos, and most importantly, parents to resemble her childhood days, but Alex had nothing and whenever Hayden tried to question her dad, all she got was silence from a cold, hard face. Not exactly friendly, so she'd eventually let it go. All she knew about her dad was that he had been born and brought up in London with his housekeeper, Jack Starbright, since his parents had died in a plane accident. She had met Jack a few times, who was married to some man who worked for Royal and General Bank in London, and she was the one who gave her the few details on her "mysterious" father. Hayden knew it wasn't really her business finding out, but you couldn't blame a teenager for being curious. "How was school?"

"It was… fun." Even after sixteen years in the US, Hayden couldn't help noticing the British accent in Alex's voice. "I'm kind of hungry. Do we have anything in the kitchen now?"

"Your mom made some pasta you can sample if you want, or just take the usual chocolate chip cookie."

"I'd be my pleasure," Hayden groaned in happiness. Good food was the one thing that satisfied her no matter what happened. While having her snack she heard no sounds other than the light tapping of her father's laptop. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence in the house. It didn't surprise her though—in other states, you might find it odd to hear the door ring in vicious weather like NYC was experiencing, but when you were in the big city, it was no big deal. As Alex got up from the leather sofa and opened the door, he was only able to let out 2 words until it seemed as all the fear in the world had been brought to him, and that something worse than evil had seeped into his mind. A face she had never seen her father's face produce—didn't think it was capable of producing.

"Alan Blunt."