Disclaimer: Anthony Horowitz created Alex Rider; therefore I do not own him.

~Chapter 7~

Wolf sighed before turning to Snake and stating, "Well, let's go check on our Cub."

'Where am I?' Alex wondered as he came back into consciousness. He thought back and remembered coming back to Brecon Beacons.

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St. Dominic Hospital, he was in St. Dominic's

That was the first thing that came to Alex's mind as he woke up. The spy groaned realizing that everything hurt.

The doctors and nurses passed by in a blur, it wasn't until Mrs. Jones and Mr. Blunt came that Alex truly woke up.

"Alex, how are you feeling?"

The abused spy gave her his best 'how the hell do you think I'm feeling' look, he had enough experience to have mastered it.

"Wha?" Alex coughed, his throat felt like it as on fire and that he had swallowed a handful of broken glass.

Mrs. Jones calmly poured a glass of water and helped the teen sip it, a few droplets dribbling down his chin.

"Thank you," Alex whispered and the cold woman nodded. "What happened?" The blonde was finally able to get out.

"We got the distress signal from your watch and we sent two SAS teams to your house, but Jack was already dead and you had been taken," Alan Blunt said in a monotone voice as though he was reading a report.

"Smithers examined the signal and realized that someone on the inside had hacked our system and quieted the signal for forty-five minutes. We tracked the watch but it was found broken at the back of an alley about twenty minutes from your house," Mrs. Jones continued wanting their best agent to know that they wouldn't have abandoned him when he called for help, like they had done in the past.

"It took us six months to find Scorpia's warehouse where they were holding you," the woman continued. "When we found it we had L, M, and T-Units infiltrate their bunker. M-Unit was the team to find you; they released your restraints and had to resuscitate and were able to keep you alive until the paramedics could obtain access to you."

"Someone in MI6 is a…," he trailed off, looking up at his employers in shock.

"A mole, yes," the deputy head of MI6 answered solemnly before continuing, "That same mole notified Scorpia that we were coming so by the time the SAS infiltrated the bunker, only a few grunts were left guarding the place. We are just thankful that they did not have time to move you to a new location."

The emotionless man added, "We have our most trusted conducting an internal investigation, but Scorpia's operative is in deep cover and unfortunately it is going to take time to find them."

The sixteen year old nodded as he thought about the implications. "What is going to happen?"

Tulip Jones sighed as she replied, "Right now, you need to recover and we need to keep you safe and protected. It is imperative that Scorpia is not allowed access to you again. We will do everything in our power to keep you safe."

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The teenager had originally found it difficult to believe that there could possibly be a mole in MI6; that was until he was almost kidnapped (again!) in his hospital room, the room that no one was supposed to know he was in.

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He absolutely hated hospitals, they all told you to rest and recover, but then the nurses sadistically wake you up every few hours to 'see how you're doing'. It was late at night or early in the morning, and he had just been woken up by a contrite young woman on the night shift.

"How are you doing honey?" The nurse asked; she was a rounded brunette with a sweet face.

The injured teen bit back a groan at seeing her earnest expression; as though she really cared someone was injured. "Tired," he sighed, the blonde didn't think he would be able to hold back his exasperation if he had to hold a long conversation.

"I know. Let me just check your vitals and you can get back to sleep," she responded with a knowing look and a pleasant smile.

Alex nodded silently and quietly thanked her as she was leaving his room.

That had happened ten minutes ago, and as the sixteen year old started to drift off again, he heard his hospital room door open silently and close with a quiet click.

The young spy cracked his eyes open so that only a sliver was visible in the dark room. Alex saw a tall man look at his chart at the foot of his bed before the man walked forward and started quietly examining the machines.

From seemingly out of nowhere, the intruder withdrew a syringe filled with a questionable liquid. As soon as he saw the syringe, Alex pressed the call button on his bed. The blonde teen watched and waited as the, what he assumed was an, assassin raised his hand to insert the fluid into his IV before striking his hand out.

The man's eyes widened, but he made no other acknowledgment of surprise. The assassin quickly moved before the teen could make another attempt and the syringe could be wasted without ever doing its job. Moving swiftly the intruder lunged forward and pinned the fighting blonde's wrists to the bed. The man's eyes narrowed as he tried to keep the squirming and fighting teen firmly on the hospital bed so that he could use only one hand leaving his other free to stab his target with the hypodermic needle.

Alex's eyes widened and blackened in terror as the assassin grabbed his wrists and immobilized him with seemingly little effort. The harsh restraint made memories rise to the surface that caused the young spy to panic causing him to lash out and squirm in an attempt to get free.

The assassin growled low and deep from his throat as he heard footsteps moving down the hallway. An alarm was quickly activated as the nurse must have seen the knocked out guards in front of Rider's room.

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The young brunette woman had just finished her rounds when she returned back to the nurse's station and saw that the call light was lit for Alex Rider's room. Frowning in confusion the nurse started walking down towards the young boy's room; as she rounded the hallway she saw the two men, which had been guarding the room, down on the ground. Gasping, she rapidly ran back down the corridor and activated the alarm and speed-dialed St. Dominic's security and hurriedly explained the situation.

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The man heard multiple sets of heavy footsteps run down the corridor and cursed under his breath as he still couldn't fully control the teen that was still thrashing and squirming wildly. The hospital room door was kicked open by the soldiers responsible for guarding St. Dominic's; they readied their guns and started shouting for him to release the patient, back away, and drop the syringe.

Closing his eyes for a second, the assassin sighed before leaning down to whisper in the teenager's ear, "Scorpia never forget, never forgive." With his mission failed but message delivered, the killer broke his cyanide tooth and swiftly fell forward on Alex dead.

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After that moment the rest of that night passed by in just one big blur. Of course the next day he had to talk to the heads again, that was when Blunt came up with the idea to send him back to the bane of his existence, Brecon Beacons.

It was the one place he had hoped to never return to, the spy would have rather blasted off back into space. He understood the reasoning behind the decision, but he just didn't want to go. Alex didn't care if it was childish or not, he did not want to go; so it was a petulant, pouting, and injured spy that was loaded up and sent to Hell, otherwise known as Brecon Beacons.

Ugh, I am so sorry. I'm sure everyone is rather tired of hearing that. It's not as long as I would of liked, but it is my longest chapter yet. I hope everyone enjoys reading it (and gives a nice little review) and I again apologize for it taking so long. Next chapter, I haven't even started, but should be back in present time, meaning K-Unit.