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Yassen's Alex

Meeting Alex

The guards posted at the holding cells in the HQ of CIA could pride themselves at being called soldiers, having passed through a hard training to be where they were now. But they couldn't fathom the reason of why they were guarding a kid-a dangerous looking one at that, but a kid nonetheless; although what stunned them the most was the fact that their superior assigned six of them to be put on guard outside the cell-it made them wonder just who it was that they were guarding.

Michael Ford was a man in his early fifties, short graying black hair, a physic of a bull and neatly shaved beard on a severe face, that and a stance that practically screamed "discipline" suggested that he didn't seem to have much sense of humor; he was the officer in charge.

Michael read and re-read all the files-impressively thick files-concerning his rather unusual prisoner, a kid that at the moment was glaring at his soldiers with an anger that could put the glares of the most fierce drill sergeants to shame. The prisoner was named Alexei Nikolai Gregorovich, the only son of one of the world's best assassin, Yassen Gregorovich.

Although each of his files said the same thing, only now-looking at the picture of the youth attached to the file -could he believe that his prisoner was in fact, only seventeen years old.

Apparently the apple didn't fell so far from the tree, in both actions and appearance. Alex Gregorovich was a very handsome boy, the kind of person that could turn more than its fair share of heads; tall, with shaggy, untamed blond hair, cold brown eyes, angular features and a lean, muscled body with a scorpion tattoo running down his left forearm to his hand; a clear indication of exactly what he is.

The CIA had received a call from MI6 that there was a Scorpia assassin at work on American soil, and despite the more-than unusual call, they wasted no time. Michael, being with one of the teams sent to arrest the assassin witnessed what few men probably ever would.

After the boy became aware of them he ran-and that boy could run-until he got to a nearby ally with no escape, and that's where the show began. Michael and many of the soldiers that night could swear they've never seen anyone move like that on theirs years in the military, with his feline-like moves, the boy made his extremely diversificated fight-a fusion of a number of fighting styles-seem as easy as breathing. The boy managed to black out most of the soldiers with his incredibly complex fighting style before finally being knocked out by a tranquilizer.

And now here the boy was, glaring with so much venom he could practically feel the soldier's uneasiness.

By now, Michael was outside the cell, being target to the boy's glare; although it was an impressive glare, he was used to being subjected to hateful glares, so he wasn't very phased. A few minutes earlier he was at the phone with the head of CIA, Bruce Spilner, who told him that, according to the head of MI6, Alan Blunt, the boy was to return to England, not his homeland-Russia; according to Blunt, the boy "needed to face the consequences for his actions", and although it was clearly a lie, seeing as England was not the only country after the boys head (or his father's), Spilner seemed to agree with Blunt's decision, so it was not his place to question.

So there was he, in front of the cell listening to the arrival of a transport jet that also seemed to get the boy's attention.

"Mr. Gregorovich, you are being transported to England with trained, armed soldiers;" Gregorovich didn't seem impressed. "You'll be chained at all times until you get on British soil." said Michael.

"Where to?" said Alex.

"A military training camp in Wales, Brecon Beacons."

A/N: Well, I really just love the idea of Alex being Yassen's son, so I decided to make something out of it with my favorite characters: Alex, Yassen and K-Unit! :D

Anyway, this is my first fanfic ever, so I am really sorry if I got any grammar or other stuff wrong, if you'll tell me to continue it I'll do some research on SAS training.

Thanks,

flyingdutchman08