Mrs. Jones was expecting that the talk would go much worse than it actually was, not that it went great

"Miss Starbright, we decided that it would be of your best interest if you returned to America" Mrs. Jones said in the middle of the conversation.

"What? No. where is Alex? Are you trying to blackmail him again, because I still have those videos and this time, I'm planning on using them" the woman threatens.

"We still don't know where Alex is, but we are working on that" Mrs. Jones pauses clearing her throat "we are sending you home, because we saw suspicious activity around the house, you are no longer safe here. Your flight leaves this afternoon" Mrs. Jones explained getting up from the sofa after sliding the aeroplane ticket.

As she was leaving the house she pauses and turn back "I advise you to not speak of what happen to Alex to anyone, the CIA will watch you, if you slip they will know, and you won't like the consequences. As for the video it no longer exists.  We are not someone you should threaten, Miss Starbright" Mrs. Jones says before leaving the house.

"Make sure she catches her flight" she said to the police officers that had come with her before entering her car.

After his talk with Yassen, the assassin took him back to the bedroom. Alex was emotionally drained, his head full of emotions that he couldn't process. But Alex only knew one thing: his hatred for MI6 only had grown.

Once again they had betrayed him, they omitted that they were the reason he was in this mess. They killed his father.

On the other hand Alex try to imagine what would life be like if his father was still alive. Would his survival implicate that his mother would have also lived? If his father was alive would she have entered that plane?

Would he even be a decent father, he was a killer, he probably did terrible things, like Yassen he had probably destroyed many families, could Alex lived knowing that, could he lived knowing that his father killed people for a living no matter their age. A killer couldn't be a decent person, and probably couldn't be a decent father.

But for now Alex wanted to be selfish and wish that his father was alive, maybe the man would have lied to him like his uncle had, so he wouldn't know that his father was an assassin. Or maybe he would have trained him to follow his footsteps. Alex wonder if training to be a killer was different from training to be a spy.

Although his mind was running all kinds of thoughts, Alex was emotionally drained so when his head hit the pillow, he was already asleep.

His sleep didn't last long, when what seemed like 5 minutes, the light turned on and the duvet was ripped off him. Alex woke up alarmed, disoriented by the lack of sleep, only to find a slightly blurred Yassen standing by the door.

"Get dressed and meet me outside, you have 10 minutes" the man said closing the door leaving Alex to question if it was real or if he was still asleep.

Surely enough, after clumsy getting out of bed, he found some clothes siting on the desk, and the shoes that Yassen had taken siting by the door. Alex didn't have the energy to think, he limited himself to just dress the clothes that Yassen had brought him, once again sport clothes, although this time a thermal shirt had made the pile.

Once he was done, he opened the door, not finding the assassin at the door, right he told him to meet him outside. Slowly he started to walk to the direction he thinks lead outside.

The hallways remained empty, the only sound that could be heard was his light footsteps, Alex didn't know how but the soft sound, was making his headache worse. He rubbed his eyes trying to get rid of the crusty felling.

His last night activities surely left a mark, the lack of sleep combined with the stress and the tears made him feel miserable. Finally, he reaches to the front door that led outside which was left open with Yassen waiting for him outside.

The moment he step outside he froze "it's time to begin your official training, Alex" Gregorovich began

"It's still night" Alex stated. During his journey, Alex hadn't looked out the window, but he noticed when he stepped outside, the sun wasn't even up, and if Alex didn't see that he surely could feel. He appreciated the thermal shirt, but it was no match to the cold winds of the night.

"It is six actually, you get to watch the sun rise".

"I'd prefer to watch the sun rise from my bed, in London" Alex retorted.

Yassen looked at him from a moment "even after what they did to your father you still want to go back, you still want to work with them" the assassin accused him taking a few steps closer

"No, I just want to go home" Alex said tired, the last few days have been exhausting to him, emotionally and physically.

"And then what, wait for MI6 to need you again and force you to do their job. Like it or not, Alex, John was your father, and they took that away from you in the most cowardly way possible, By shoot him in the back." Yassen took a step closer "don't you want your revenge? Don't you want to make them pay for what they did to you?"

"I do, OK! I do. I want them to pay for what they did to me. I want them to pay for taking away my father. For using me, and then ignore my pleads when I needed them. I want to make them pay for it all." Alex confessed with his fists clenched.

"Good. Then you need to train" Yassen got closer "I can teach you everything you need to know. What you do with that, is up to you. OK?"

Alex nodded, not even him knew what he wanted, but right now he didn't have a choice. Yassen wanted to train him, and it would be in his best interest to take advantage of that. At least until he knew what he wanted. Either way he couldn't erase the image from his head of Mrs. Jones killing his father, the look of indifference on her face as she muttered the words.

Alex now wondered if the sympathy she showed him until now was based on guilt of having taken his father from him.

"Alright" Yassen said "then we will start with our morning run around the island" Gregorovish didn't even give him a head start before he started running.

Alex stood there for a moment, watching as the man got further away. Alex sighed, he should get this over with, quickly he sprinted to Yassen that was already a few meters ahead, meeting his speed when he reached him.

Alex didn't run with anyone for a long time. The only person he used to run with was his uncle. Alex remember when he was home he took Alex to run with him. It was nice, he enjoyed, especially when after that he took him to a small coffee shop to eat breakfast.

But now, Alex was running with his killer, it was a betrayal, even if Alex wasn't doing it voluntary he couldn't help but feel guilty.

Alex shakes away his thoughts, focusing on the run. He didn't know how long they have been running, but the sun was starting to rise, lighting the island with an orange glow. Alex couldn't help but take notice of the beauty of the place, for an assassin school it was pretty peaceful at this time of the day.

Nevertheless, he was starting to wonder how much longer the run was going to take. It was well pass the enjoyable phase, his breaths were coming out hard as he was trying to feed his body enough oxygen. Suddenly his shirt didn't feel necessary, his body was hot, and he had half mind to take it out. The only thing stopping him was his uncle's voice in the back of his head telling him that his sweaty body mixed with the cold air was a one way street to a cold.

As the sun got higher Alex felt himself slowing down, gregorovish always keeping himself at his side, although the man had barely broken a sweat.

"Keep up" Yassen said when he noticed that once again Alex had slowed down

"how much longer will it take?" Alex groaned, felling that he wasted the little oxygen he had left in his body

"a little longer" the assassin responded normally as if he hasn't been running for what felt like hours.

True to his word, roughly ten minutes later they stopped, right at the point where they had started.

The moment they stopped Alex was breathless, his shirt sticking to his skin. Alex stood there for a moment catching his breath while Yassen went somewhere that Alex couldn't care less right now.

After a while, Alex was finally starting to get his breathing under control, his heart calming down, when he saw Yassen returning with something in his hand.

"Put this on, it's time for breakfast" Gregorovich said when he reaches him, handing him what he brought.

Alex took it, it was a jacket, he realized. Alex put it on, knowing that as his body slowed down the difference in temperatures would get him sick.

Once he put it on, they proceeded to go to breakfast, something that Alex was looking forward since he was starving, he had wasted all his energy on this run.

When they arrived the place was half full, people were still coming in just now waking up. Some of them looked up seeing who had come in, Alex knew he must be a sight to see, with his face probably still red from all the running, next to Yassen that like always was cool and collect, not looking like he had spent the last hour running.

Alex huffed, it was highly unfair, that all the others got to sleep until now, and he was already sweating. The only good thing his that his headache was gone, the run did him good at waking up his brain, regardless he would need to sleep this night especially if Gregorovich planed to waking him up before the sun has risen every day.

They already had collected their trays and sat down on a table, Alex immediately started to eat, when a voice joined them.

"Don't tell me you dragged the boy on your inhumane runs, Yassen" a man joined, it was the one that he saw Yassen talked with the night that the guy attacked him, probably a teacher

"It's part of his training" Yassen responded "you should try it with our students."

The guy laughed "I'm sure they would whine like a bunch of children" he thought for a moment "maybe I will"

"Be sure not to bother us when you do that" Yassen said dismissively.

Alex was struck by Yassen behaviour, he had never seen him acting this way, acting normal, almost as the two of them were joking. It was a weird thing for Alex to see.

He remained quiet, observing the conversation until the guy, that Alex still didn't know the name left. Yassen looked at his watch and then looked at Alex's plate that had been empty for a while, before getting up

"come on"

Alex sighed he was hoping that Gregorovich would let him do nothing for a little longer. Getting up, Alex only now realized that the place was empty, them being the last people leaving. Seemed like Yassen had stretched out their breakfast.

Alex fully expected that they would go back outside, but instead Yassen took him through unfamiliar hallways until he opens a door.

Alex looked inside amazed by what he was seeing. It was an enormous space, full of mats covering the ground. But the place wasn't empty, inside was the rest of the student listening to the man that had talked with Yassen just a moment ago.

"It's time for your sparing lesson" Yassen said to him as they entered. 

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