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Author's Chapter Notes:

As promised ...

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Epilogue

It had been a few weeks since the media had broken Alex's story. They had done their research and presented a watertight story.

It was embarrassing for the country's government to have to officially and publicly admit to being complicit to torture, especially the torture of a Caucasian British national, but it was not too devastating. True devastation, however, would become impossible to avert if the full truth ever came out. A reality that the government was keen to avoid.

So Alex was once again sitting opposite Alan Blunt, but the power balance had shifted. For once, it was Alex who was making demands. "And I want to have the letters my uncle wrote. All of them," he finished.

Blunt looked like he'd just been forced to suck on a lemon, but it didn't take him long to assent to the request. That small curt nod sent a wave of relief crashing over the pain and despair that had marked the last few weeks and months of Alex's life. His injuries were healing well, although his bruises had gone through an interesting stage of brownish purple that had made him look like something the cat dragged in. The slash wound on his cheek would probably leave a scar for life. A reminder of what he had had to go through to earn his freedom.

In a few days Alex would be travelling to the United States, where Jack was already sorting out a private education to help him catch up on all the schooling he'd missed. Best of all, he would be able to make good use of the healthy Swiss bank account his uncle had left for his informant, Arshad Ahmedi.

But first, Alex had a letter to deliver. It took all his inner strength to demand: "I want to see Yassen Gregorovich. Just once, before his trial."

Blunt did not seem surprised by this request and once again nodded curtly. "Anything else, Alex?"

Alex knew MI6 would try to think of ways to reverse the situation, but as far as he was concerned it was too late. They'd made too many mistakes along the line and it was time for them to pay the price. The British people loved a scandal and Alex was sure that the journalists would do their best to provide one.

"Just one more thing," Alex said thoughtfully. "How about you leave me the fuck alone?"

And there was no anger or despair behind his words. There was only the satisfaction that for once, MI6 was going to do exactly what Alex wanted.

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Chapter End Notes:

THE END

Wow, What a ride! I know the ending is not what a lot of your hoped for, but I find it pleasing. It's appropriate to the tone and development of this story and while readers may be left feeling a little 'hollow', Alex has earned his respite. He needs to be a teenager, get to know himself ... and not constantly worry about finding a knife between his shoulders. Just this once, I'll give Alex that glimmer of hope .... Thanks for reading!

I'm going to be working on my other series for a while. If you read on the ARchive you'll already know about it. If you don't read on the ARchive, then I'm afraid you'll never know about it, as it's not at all appropriate for any reader under 18! That said, there are more action/adventure fics twirling around in my mind, so I'll definitely be back here on ffnet!

xxx Anne