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Alex let the hot stream of water run down his body. He had just completed an intense workout in gym class. It was just about the only class he actually enjoyed. He felt like he could let loose and use his muscles.

Alex pulled on his boxer shorts and hung the towel he just used around his neck. He barely noticed the stares from the other boys in his class, he was used to it. Even after two years Alex's scars from the scariest times in his life still remained. People always asked him about them, some thought he was abused, some thought that he abused himself, and of course the most popular one was that he was part of some gang up to only evil.

There was that, plus the fact that his body had the toned muscles of a disciplined twenty year old. Many girls were attracted to him, and many had asked him out, but he had a girlfriend, and one was enough.

It wasn't Sabina. When she visited him after his last mission she already had another boyfriend. Alex and Sabina were just good friends. His girlfriend's name was Jennifer. She was a sweet girl his age and there was nothing really exciting about her. That was what attracted him to her the most, she was pretty, yet normal.

"Hey Alex, wanna come play soccer with me after school?" His best friend Tom asked him as he threw his gym bag over his shoulder.

"Sorry, I have to go to this dinner with Jack and her fiancé." He cringed. Alex really didn't like Tony Hangair. It was just something about him that Alex didn't trust; then again, he didn't really trust many people.

"Hey cutie." Alex felt a warm smile spread across his face as he hugged Jennifer in the hallway. Smile's were something that came at least a year after MI6 had stopped turning to him for help. He assumed that they started to use their own agents now.

Alex sat in his science class, still thinking about what went on in his life two years before. It was something he thought about everyday and he knew that it would haunt him forever. Even though he promised himself that he would never be a spy again, there was something deep inside, some desire, that missed the action, and the meaning of what he had done for the world several times.

He was still deep in thought when the teacher said his name, seemingly not for the first time, "Alex, did you not hear that? The office wants you immediately."

Alex ignored the annoying "Ooohhs" and "Someone's in trouble" from his classmates, but he was curious. He was rarely called down; he made a habit of keeping a low profile in the past couple of years.

Once he neared the office, his heart sank. Two men in black suits stood in front of the office with arms crossed as if guarding it. When Alex entered he barely took two seconds to see who was waiting for him before saying, "No." and turning to walk away.

"it's just one of those unavoidable situations Alex, you are the only one." Mrs. Jones hadn't aged a bit. It seemed as though she was expecting his reaction.

He knew he should have kept on walking. He should have just ignored her, but something stopped him.

"Do you want Jack to say safe?"

He turned.

They had been put in a private unoccupied office. They received nervous stares from the people close by. He knew what they were thinking, why is this woman with MI6 talking to Alex? Everyone at the office knew Alex, he had been there numerous times with doctors notes when he was fourteen.

"We need you to watch someone. We believe you know him, Tony Hangair."

Alex looked at her with a curious gaze.

"SCORPIA is back."

Alex felt sick.

Mrs. Jones unwrapped a peppermint.