Dec 04: Scorpia's agents don't fall so easy
Fandom: Alex Rider
Prompt: Scorpia genetically modify/engineer / give genetic therapy to their agents, to make them semi-immortal. Alex runs into Yassen again.
Prompted by: ayboo_da_bish
Alex had stood for a half hour on the side of that Indian track waiting for the bus, and by the time it arrived, he was feeling quite on edge.
It wasn’t that he was scared of being followed (well, it was a bit) but more that the amount of adrenaline running through him meant that he was on hyper alert and the only activity he had was looking out for the bus.
He paid a fare and turned to find a seat, ready to take cat naps until the bus stopped, just to be sure he was safe.
However, he was stopped short by a familiar face. He was about to bolt, due to MI6’s uninvolvement in his missions, any familiar face was usually an unfriendly one, but this wasn’t someone he recognised from recently.
“Hey,” Alex sat down next to Yassen, not saying his name in case he was undercover.
Yassen raised an eyebrow, “Do I know you?”
“I’m Alec,” Alex told him, slowly, still not entirely sure this was real “We met at that thing . . . you knew my father?” again, he had no idea whether his alias would ever have met Yassen’s, he didn’t want to put his or Yassen’s cover at risk.
“Ah, yes. Did you meet any of your father’s other workmates?”
“A few. We didn’t get on as well as I’d hoped. But I . . . hadn’t expected to see you again.”
“Me and your father and our friends never expect to have an advantage, we took measures.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Scorpia’d taught Alex how to make firearms from nearly nothing, they never expected anything good to happen to their agents. “So, how’d you stop things going so terribly last time?”
Yassen turned to Alex, “Listen Alec, in life, things fly at you,” Alex’s eyes widened slightly, “and you have to get over these things, be prepared, you know?” Alex was pushed further into the feeling of surrealness as he realised he was about to listen to a motivational speech given by Yassen. “You need to ensure that you have the opportunity to recover, by making sure no real damage can be done to you when you’re down. It’s important to keep breathing, so to speak.”
Alex smiled in spite of himself. Yassen tended towards the deliberately obscure at the best of times, but this, though Alex thought he understood most of it, took the biscuit.
“As long as you, as you say, keep breathing, everything’s fine?”
“As long as you’ve made arrangements for the worst that could happen, then as long as you hold on for the next good thing, you’ll be fine, but this is my stop.” Yassen flashed Alex a grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing to Alex who, after all, spent his life valuing information over his own safety.
“Call me?” he requested, not having enough time to phrase that in a less needy way.
“But I haven’t got your number,” Yassen semi-exclaimed.
Alex raised his eyebrows, “Call me.” He was more confident the second time; it was a challenge, not a request.
A/N I still have spaces in my adventchallenge calendar, so it'd be great if you could help me pad out the last few!
Prompt: Scorpia genetically modify/engineer / give genetic therapy to their agents, to make them semi-immortal. Alex runs into Yassen again.
Prompted by: ayboo_da_bish
Alex had stood for a half hour on the side of that Indian track waiting for the bus, and by the time it arrived, he was feeling quite on edge.
It wasn’t that he was scared of being followed (well, it was a bit) but more that the amount of adrenaline running through him meant that he was on hyper alert and the only activity he had was looking out for the bus.
He paid a fare and turned to find a seat, ready to take cat naps until the bus stopped, just to be sure he was safe.
However, he was stopped short by a familiar face. He was about to bolt, due to MI6’s uninvolvement in his missions, any familiar face was usually an unfriendly one, but this wasn’t someone he recognised from recently.
“Hey,” Alex sat down next to Yassen, not saying his name in case he was undercover.
Yassen raised an eyebrow, “Do I know you?”
“I’m Alec,” Alex told him, slowly, still not entirely sure this was real “We met at that thing . . . you knew my father?” again, he had no idea whether his alias would ever have met Yassen’s, he didn’t want to put his or Yassen’s cover at risk.
“Ah, yes. Did you meet any of your father’s other workmates?”
“A few. We didn’t get on as well as I’d hoped. But I . . . hadn’t expected to see you again.”
“Me and your father and our friends never expect to have an advantage, we took measures.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Scorpia’d taught Alex how to make firearms from nearly nothing, they never expected anything good to happen to their agents. “So, how’d you stop things going so terribly last time?”
Yassen turned to Alex, “Listen Alec, in life, things fly at you,” Alex’s eyes widened slightly, “and you have to get over these things, be prepared, you know?” Alex was pushed further into the feeling of surrealness as he realised he was about to listen to a motivational speech given by Yassen. “You need to ensure that you have the opportunity to recover, by making sure no real damage can be done to you when you’re down. It’s important to keep breathing, so to speak.”
Alex smiled in spite of himself. Yassen tended towards the deliberately obscure at the best of times, but this, though Alex thought he understood most of it, took the biscuit.
“As long as you, as you say, keep breathing, everything’s fine?”
“As long as you’ve made arrangements for the worst that could happen, then as long as you hold on for the next good thing, you’ll be fine, but this is my stop.” Yassen flashed Alex a grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing to Alex who, after all, spent his life valuing information over his own safety.
“Call me?” he requested, not having enough time to phrase that in a less needy way.
“But I haven’t got your number,” Yassen semi-exclaimed.
Alex raised his eyebrows, “Call me.” He was more confident the second time; it was a challenge, not a request.
A/N I still have spaces in my adventchallenge calendar, so it'd be great if you could help me pad out the last few!