A/N: Hey guys! This is my first non-humour fic! I hope you'll like it. I have a busy life so I do apologise if I don't update in a while, but the next chapter should be up shortly after this one. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned Alex Rider, do you seriously think you would be reading this on the internet? Seriously? Do you?

The man collapsed heavily on the floor, breathing thickly and rapidly; tiredness finally defeating him. He had been running for the past hour, running for his life, but his hunters just didn't relent in the chase and had finally caught their prey. "It is a shame, Raven, that you should betray our organisation for something as common as money. Do you regret it now?" A voice, devoid of emotion said. A hand roughly grabbed the man by the hair, pulling him to his knees. There were five other people, one with a gun pointed directly at the man's head. "Do you regret it now?" The voice said again. The man nodded, trembling as he felt the cold metal press against his forehead. "Remember, Ebony Phoenix is not a force to take lightly. We are assassins. We have guns, and we are NOT afraid to use them." The voice was cold and sharp, like a knife. It had no accent.

Yassen Gregorovich nodded at the man standing next to him, commanding for him to pull the trigger. The man Gregorovich was next to gently lowered the limp body to the floor. "Good, leave the body. We have more important matters to prepare for."

Yassen turned and walked towards his helicopter which was being fired up. "I'm coming to get you, little Alex. I'm coming to get you, whether you like it or not.

A/N: I know it was short, but the rest of the chapters won't be I promise! I hope you liked, PLEASE tell me what you thought. I live for reviews and they greatly improve the speed of which I write and the quality of what I write! PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE! (:

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