Alex had a bad felling about this whole situation, of course, that could all be explained by the fact that he had snuck up in a plane with an assassin and a man that was planning to blow up half of the world because of his noble reasons.

But that wasn't it, he knew that it wasn't that, that in the back of his mind still bother him, it was something else, but he was forced to push it back if he wanted to get out of this alive.

Hopping he had stalled Yassen enough so he could stop Cray, he ran up the stairs as quietly as he could, heading to the control room where all the destruction was about to happen.

Looking inside he saw Damian Cray, his assistant, and two guards all with their back turned to him . Alex had to take a moment hiding back in the hall, again he took a deep breath hearing the madman reading out the codes that would unleash the missiles.

He knew that if he were to act he had to do it now, Yassen wasn't going to be distracted for to long and Cray was about finished reading out the piece of paper. Taking another deep breath, he entered the room attacking the guard closest to him, making the man click on the trigger of his gun almost shooting him in the process, great now the assassin down stairs would know that something was happening in the room he had just left.

Thanks to his little stunt Alex atracked all the attention to him, but most importantly stopped cray from finishing the code.

Right then he couldn't stop regretting entering that plane, he was just a boy, he should had just stayed in school and learned his stupid lines before he failed drama. But that's the problem he was just a schoolboy, why would have MI6 listen to him, why would anyone believed him, because in all their eyes he was just a mental damaged boy who knew to much. And now he would be lucky if he could even get out alive.

Whilst in the middle of his fighting heard an unknown voice "what's going on in there? Are you ok, madam president?"

Just then he realized it was coming from the computer "don't fire the missiles" Alex screamed panting while trying to hold off the second guard, while the first laid on the ground unconscious victim of his head hitting against the wall "it's not her, it's Damian Cray" he finished pushing the other guard by his gun, successfully taking out of his hands, knocking him out unconscious in the process

Looking at cray, that was trying to calm the voice from the computer, Alex aimed the gun, the best he could, to the computer, and shot against it several times, until the room was silent, and Alex was faced with a furious Damian Cray.

"What have you done!" Cray screamed leaping out of his chair jumping at his direction making him accidently fire a few shots.

Alex struggled with cray on top of him but in the corner of his eye he saw someone at the door laying on the ground clutching his chest. Was that Yassen? Did he just shot Yassen?

Alex didn't even had time to think as Cray tried to punching him and another person leaped over Yassen hitting his assistant with something making her fall to the ground, Sabina, Alex cursed, she shouldn't be here.

Cray lifted him off the ground, catching him in surprise, banging Alex head, hard, against the metal desk.

For a minute Alex Blacked out, he saw white in front of him, he heard a shot while laying on the floor trying and failing to open his eyes, he was dead he thought , Damian had killed the moment he hit the ground.

But against Alex's beliefs he was much alive, and with some persistence he opened his eyes finding Cray laying down in a pool of blood next to him.

Alerted Alex sat up only to come face to face with the assassin that just moments ago he thought he was dead, killed by a shot fired by the gun Alex was holding.

Alex didn't know if he should be relieved that he wasn't a murderer or afraid by the fact that his uncle's murderer was standing in front of him with a gun in his hand.

The boy successfully got up from the floor standing on his own two feet, felling something hot coming down his face, he had hit his head harder then he thought.

"you're hurt" the man in front of him said grabbing his face examining the wound on his forehead

"And why would you care, you're the one who got shot" Alex said swatting away the invasive hand taking a few steeps back.

Yassen, allowed his movement looking once more at the son of his mentor as if he was thinking of something. "Bullet-proof jacket, Alex" he said as if it was obvious, after a moment, moving the vest out of the way showing the hole in the shirt but no blood rushing out of it.

"Come on, you're coming with me" Yassen once again said, taking a few steps forward grabbing Alex arm dragging him in the direction of the door.

"what?" Alex said stunned, trying to stop the man that was successfully dragging him out of the room. Just then he remembers Sabina, she had entered the room, he saw it, did something happen, but then he caught her eyes, frozen next to the table was the black-haired girl with one hand handcuffed to a handle on the table

"Alex" she screamed surprised getting out of the trance she was in

"Stop" he screamed to the man, successfully twisting his arm, the action catching the man surprised making him letting go of the boy's arm.

"I'm not going with you" he screamed, trying not to show how scared he his, but in truth he was terrified.

"Alex, Let's go, I'm not going to say this again" The assassin said closing off the distance between the two.

In truth, Alex, didn't know how he was supposed to get out of this, his only plan was to stall as much as he could in hopes that MI6 would show up and save him from his uncle murderer, but in the back of his mind he knew that that would not happen, they would only show up when it was to late, they always did.

The room was tense, and the two seemed to have entered a staring contest between them, but out of no where Yassen reached out again to him, spinning him to his back by twisting his arm, and Alex before he knew he was in the floor with Yassen on top of him, restraining him with his arm. Alex felt stupid, for think that he had a chance against the world best assassin, he felt stupid about even thinking he could get out of this one.

"I think you should calm down" the man on top of him said pressing his gun against the boy's back, still warm of having firing a shot that killed someone just moments ago. Alex stilled immediately to afraid to even breath. On top of him Yassen seemed to be searching something in his many pockets, before letting go of his gun, grabbing both of the boy's arms restraining them in one hand.

On the ground Alex couldn't see what was happening, and the only thing that prepared Alex for what would happen was a small gasp from Sabina, before a needle penetrated his neck.

Alex cried as he felt the large needle entering his neck but before he knew his body was losing strength and he was forced to relax against the assassin hold. He felt himself being lifted up from the ground by the large, calloused hands, supporting all his weight before he was thrown over Yassen shoulder, before the man started to walk out of the room, the boy only having the strength to make eye contact with a tearful Sabina, before she was out of sight.

Honestly Alex didn't even knew how he was still conscious, and Yassen probably thought he was passed out by this point. They were already getting down the plane stairs, Cray guards were nowhere in sight, and Alex could care less about that fact, he couldn't even process such information.

Yassen was walking again not even showing a small strain of effort as he was carrying Alex across the airport, heading in the direction of a sleek black car, that he didn't notice it was there when he entered the plane.

But something in the distance caught Alex attention, a line of cars going in the direction of the airport, MI6 thought Alex, to late as always. Just then Gregorovich opened the door to the back seats laying Alex gently across the seats, something that Alex didn't think the man could do.

As Yassen moved up to close the door his eyes met the glazed ones of the teen, stopping his actions almost if he was surprised. "Sleep Little Alex. I'll take care of you" he said closing the door.

Alex did just, that, his body finally giving up fighting whatever drug was injected into his blood stream closing his eyes drifting to the blackness.

By the time Yassen took the driver seat and looked back Alex was already unconscious in the back. Allowing a small smirk, the assassin, turned on the car driving quickly out of the airport.

MI6 arrived 10 minutes later, the captor and his prisoner long gone, the agents and soldiers come out of the vehicles just as they stopped in front of the plane, running up the stairs in a hurry.

Mrs. Jones, and agent Crawley got out of the car, waiting anxiously for the soldiers finished sweeping up.

Later they got out with a few soldiers handcuffed being dragged out of the plane.

"where's Alex?" Mrs Jones asked worried to the first agent to come out of the plane.

"no sight of him Mam, there was a girl, they are bringing her, she was quite in shock" the Agent said just as a young girl, with tears on her face stepped down the plane.

Mrs. Jones and Crawley both stepped in her direction the woman asking quickly "where's Alex, what happened to him ?"

"there was a man, he injected Alex with something, and took him" she tried to explain what had happen

"who was that man, did you see his face?" Mrs. jones asked once again to the shocked girl

"he- he had a scar on his face" she said making both agents looked at each other in shock.

Crawley was the first to act picking up his radio "All units, eyes on, Yassen Gregorovich, last seen on airbase, close roads at a 30 miles radio, he as an hostage, I repeat he as an hostage" He said not even waiting for the orders that he knew he would receive.

Mrs. jones looked back at Blunt that had just heard what just had happen to find the man with an unreadable face.

Back at the MI6 quarters, Smithers looked at his computer just at time to see Alex GPS location move and sigh relived, MI6 had gotten to him in time and were bringing him home.

With how tired he was he just turned off the screen, and went home, not even radio back the head of MI6 confirming his idea.