A/N: Hi people! Ok, so I succumbed to the drabble take-over. Sorry. This is dedicated to BlackLightedClouds because she is awesome and has yet to attempt to kill me for the amount of proof-reading I've asked her to do. Essentially, I woefully abuse her so that my stories actually make sense for all of you lovely people to read. Do NOT her ask about The Notes. (Capital letters are fully deserved)

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CHAOS THEORY

"Is everything sorted?"

"Yes."

"The missiles? There aren't going to be any problems there?"

"No, sir. I checked them myself."

"The camera's?"

"Set, sir."

"Anything that could possibly go wrong?"

"Technically… no sir."

"What do you mean, 'technically?"

"Well, sir. Do you remember the spy, sir?"

"The one we caught and chained up in the basement?"

"Yessir."

"He's just a teenager. I fail to see how he is going to give us any trouble."

"Well, sir… turns out he's Alex Rider…"

"So…?"

"Well, I've heard rumours, sir… and… well… Alex Rider is the human equivalent of the chaos theory, sir."

"Is he still chained up downstairs?"

"He was thirty seconds ago, sir."

"Well I fail to see what he can possibly do from there."

From somewhere else in the complex, there was a loud explosion that shook the walls of the room.

"That, maybe?"

Two hours later, when they were both being led, handcuffed, to a police car, the man turned to his boss.

"I told you he'd be a problem."

"Shut up!"

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A/N: So, review and tell me what you think?