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He is sent to complete his uncle's latest mission: To investigate a multimillionaire named Herod Sayle and his creation, the revolutionary and newly developed computer called Stormbreaker, which Sayle is donating to every school in England.

Alex later discovers that the Stormbreakers contain a deadly virus and that Sayle is planning to kill British schoolchildren. In the end Alex foils his plan and succeeds in his first mission. After the death of two billionaires, MI6 discovers a connection: the two men who died both had a son attending Point Blanc, a school for rebellious sons of billionaires located in the French Alps , owned by a scientist named Dr. Hugo Grief. MI6 sends Alex to investigate Point Blanc and Alex discovers that Grief is replacing the students with clones of himself, altered through plastic surgery to resemble the students, so that Grief can inherit the fortune and have complete power to rule the world.

However, Alex foils his plan and succeeds again. Main article: Skeleton Key novel Skeleton Key was published in After foiling a Triad plot to fix the Wimbledon tennis tournament by knocking out one of their members with a carbon dioxide tank, Alex is in grave danger of assassination. Forced to leave the country, MI6 sends him on a mission to Cuba with two CIA agents one of which believes that he isn't helpful , where he is the only one of the three to survive. He encounters a former Soviet general, Alexei Sarov , with ideas for a nuclear holocaust and world domination under communist rule and who tries to adopt Alex Rider.

Main article: Eagle Strike Eagle Strike was published in Damian Cray , a world-famous pop star, hopes to destroy the world's drug-making countries by hijacking the United States' nuclear arsenal.

Suspicious of him, Alex takes Cray on without the help of the sceptical MI6.

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Cray releases a state-of-the-art games console called the 'Gameslayer'. Its first game, 'Feathered Serpent', is much more than it seems. It is up to Alex to discover the connection between the pop star, the video game, and the bombing of his vacation home. In the end, he will uncover a much larger plot, one involving the US government and the world's security. Alex got caught spying and was forced into a real-life version of 'Feathered Serpent' and manages to escape by cheating the way only a real human can unlike an avatar.

He leaves Damian Cray's mansion but not before stealing a vital piece of equipment that Damian needs to make his plan work. He is then forced to give it up because Damian had kidnapped Sabina who is his love interest. Main article: Scorpia novel Scorpia was published in Following the advice of the assassin Yassen Gregorovich , Alex tries to find the criminal organization "Scorpia" to find out the truth about his father.

He is soon recruited by Scorpia and trains as an assassin where he discovers that he will assassinate Mrs Jones. He fails in this mission, but then is turned back onto MI6's side and returns to Scorpia as a double agent. He discovers their plot to kill British school children and foils it. But of course he had. Ian Rider had never beenone to give lectures. He had always said Alex shouldmake up his own mind about things.

The more Alex thought aboutit, the less he believed it. A collision in the middle ofthe city. Suddenly he wished he could see the car.

Atleast the wreckage would tell him that the accidenthad really happened, that Ian Rider had really diedthat way. Donovan had just asked him some-thing. He quickly scanned the blackboard, taking in thefigures. But actually I was just asking you toopen the window. Miss Bedfordshire had always had a soft spot for Alex. She knew Alex had lost a relative, but not how. He thought back to the van he had seen out-side his house on the day of the funeral. Of course it might just be a coincidence, but itwas still somewhere to start.

He closed the book. Maybe it was hiseyes. Dark and serious, there was something danger-ous there. Then the telephone rang and she forgot himas she went back to work. Thearea was enclosed by a high brick wall topped withbroken glass and razor wire. Two wooden gates hungopen, and from the other side of the road, Alex couldsee a shed with a security window and beyond it thetottering piles of dead and broken cars.

Everythingof any value had been stripped away and only the rust-ing carcasses remained, heaped one on top of theother, waiting to be fed into the crusher. There was a guard sitting in the shed, reading anewspaper. In the distance a bulldozer coughed intolife, then roared down on a battered Ford Taurus, itsmetal claw smashing through the window to scoop upthe vehicle and carry it away.

A telephone rang some-where in the shed and the guard turned around to an-swer it. That was enough for Alex. Holding his bikeand wheeling it along beside him, he sprinted throughthe gates. He found himself surrounded by dirt and debris.

The smell of diesel was thick in the air and the roar ofthe engines was deafening. Alex watched as a craneswooped down on one of the cars, seized it in a metal-lic grip, and dropped it into a crusher. Then the shelveslifted up, toppling the car over and down into atrough. The operator—sitting in a glass cabin at oneend of the crusher—pressed a button and there wasa great belch of black smoke.

The shelves closed in onthe car like a monster insect folding in its wings. There was a grinding sound as the car was crusheduntil it was no bigger than a rolled-up carpet. Thenthe operator threw a gear and the car was squeezedout, metallic toothpaste being chopped up by a hid-den blade.

The slices tumbled to the ground. Leaving his bike propped against the wall, Alex ranfarther into the yard, crouching down behind thewrecks. With the din from the machines, there was nochance that anyone would hear him, but he was stillafraid of being seen. He stopped to catch his breath,drawing a grimy hand across his face. His eyes werewatering from the diesel fumes. The air was as filthyas the ground beneath him. He was beginning to regret coming—but then hesaw it.

At first glance it lookedabsolutely fine, the metallic silver bodywork not evenscratched. Alex recognized the license plate. He hur-ried closer and it was now that he saw that the car wasdamaged after all. Alexmade his way around to the other side. And froze. What hadkilled him was plain to see—even to someone whohad never seen such a thing before. Alex ran his fingers over the holes. The metal feltcold against his flesh.

He opened the door andlooked inside. The front seats, pale gray leather,were strewn with fragments of broken glass andstained with patches of dark brown. He could see everything. But why? Why kill a bank manager? And why hadthe murder been covered up? It was the police whohad delivered the news that night, so they must be partof it. Had they lied deliberately?

None of it madesense. Doit now. Quickly he looked acrossthe steering wheel and out the other side. There weretwo of them, both dressed in loose-fitting overalls. At the fu-neral.

One of them was the driver, the man he hadseen with the gun. He was sure of it. Whoever they were, they were only a few pacesaway from the car, talking in low voices. Another fewsteps and they would be there. Without thinking, Alexthrew himself into the only hiding place available: in-side the car itself.

Using his foot, he hooked the doorand closed it. At the same time, he became aware thatthe machines had started again and he could nolonger hear the men.

Ashadow fell across the window as the two men passed. But then they were gone. He was safe. And then something hit the BMW with such forcethat Alex cried out, his whole body caught in a mas-sive shock wave that tore him away from the steeringwheel and threw him helplessly into the back. One of the fingersgrazed the side of his head. Alex yelled as blood trickledover his eye. He tried to move, then was jerked backa second time as the car was yanked off the groundand tilted high up in the air.

But his stom-ach lurched as the car swung in an arc, the metalgrinding and the light spinning. The BMW had beenpicked up by the crane.

It was going to be put insidethe crusher. With him inside. He tried to raise himself up, to wave through thewindows. But the claw of the crane had already flat-tened the roof, pinning his left leg, perhaps evenbreaking it. He could feel nothing.

Even if the workmen werestaring at the BMW, they would never see anythingmoving inside. His short flight across the junkyard ended with abone-shattering crash as the crane deposited the caron the iron shelves of the crusher. Alex tried to fightback his sickness and despair and think of what to do. The machinewas a Lefort Shear, a slow-motion guillotine. At thepress of a button, the two wings would close on the carwith a joint pressure of five hundred tons.

The car,with Alex inside it, would be crushed beyond recogni-tion. And the broken metal—and flesh—would thenbe chopped into sections. Nobody would ever knowwhat had happened. He tried with all his strength to free himself. Butthe roof was too low. His leg was trapped. Then hiswhole world tilted and he felt himself falling into dark-ness. The shelves had lifted. The BMW slid to oneside and fell the few yards into the trough.

Alex felt themetalwork collapsing all around him. The back win-dow exploded and glass showered around his head,dust and diesel fumes punching into his nose andeyes. There was hardly any daylight now, but lookingout of the back, he could see the huge steel head ofthe piston that would push what was left of the carthrough the exit hole on the other side.

The engine tone of the Lefort Shear changed asit prepared for the final act. The metal wings shud-dered. It took him perhaps asecond—one precious second—to work out whathad happened. When the car had fallen into thetrough, it had landed on its side. The roof had buck-led again just enough to free him. His hand scrabbledfor the door—but, of course, that was useless.

Thedoors were too bent. They would never open. Theback window! With the glass gone, he could crawlthrough the frame, but only if he moved fast. The wings began to move. The BMW screamedas two walls of solid steel relentlessly crushed it. Moreglass shattered. One of the wheel axles snappedwith the sound of a thunderbolt. Darkness began toclose in. Alex grabbed hold of what was left of the backseat. Ahead of him he could see a single triangle of light,shrinking faster and faster.

He could feel the weightof the two walls pressing down on him. The car wasno longer a car but the fist of some hideous monstersnatching at the insect that Alex had become. With all his strength, he surged forward.

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Hisshoulders passed through the triangle, out into thelight. Next came his legs, but at the last moment hisshoe caught on a piece of jagged metal. He jerked andthe shoe was pulled off, falling back into the car. Finally,clinging to the black, oily surface of the observationplatform at the back of the crusher, he dragged him-self clear and managed to stand up.

He found himself face-to-face with a man so fatthat he could barely fit into the small cabin of thecrusher. A cig-arette dangled on his lower lip as his mouth fell openand his eyes stared. What he saw was a boy in the ragsof what had once been a school uniform. A wholesleeve had been torn off and his arm, streaked withblood and oil, hung limply by his side. By the time theoperator had taken this all in, come to his senses, andturned the machine off, the boy had gone.

Alex clambered down the side of the crusher, land-ing on the one foot that still had a shoe. He was awarenow of the pieces of jagged metal lying everywhere.

His bicycle was where he had left it, leaning againstthe wall, and gingerly, half hopping, he made for it. At thesame time a second man ran forward, stopping be-tween Alex and his bike. His face, twisted into ahostile frown, was curiously ugly: greasy hair, wateryeyes, pale, lifeless skin. His hand slidinto his jacket. Alex remembered the gun and, in-stantly, without even thinking, swung into action.

He had started learning karate when he was sixyears old. One afternoon, with no explanation, IanRider had taken him to a local club for his first les-son and he had been going there, once a week, eversince. Over the years he had passed through the var-ious Kyu—student grades. But it was only the yearbefore that he had become a first-grade Dan, a blackbelt. When he had arrived at Brookland School, hisgentle looks and accent had quickly brought him tothe attention of the school bullies; three hulkingsixteen-year-olds.

They had cornered him once be-hind the bike shed. The encounter lasted less than aminute. The next day one of the bullies had leftBrookland, and the other two had never troubled any-one again. Now Alex brought up one leg, twisted his bodyaround, and lashed out. The back kick—Ushirogeri—is said to be the most lethal in karate.

His eyes bulgedand his mouth half opened in surprise.

Then, with hishand still halfway into his jacket, he crumpled to theground. Alex jumped over him, snatched up his bike, andswung himself onto it.

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In the distance a third man wasrunning toward him. Then there was a crack and a bul-let whipped past. Alex gripped the handlebars andpedaled as hard as he could. The bike shot forward,over the rubble and out through the gates. He tookone look over his shoulder. Nobody had followed him. With one shoe on and one shoe off, his clothes inrags, and his body streaked with oil, Alex knew hemust look a strange sight.

But then he thought backto his last seconds inside the crusher and sighed withrelief. He could be looking a lot worse.

Do you remember me? Personnel manager at the Royal and General. We werewondering if you could come in. We need to talk to you. She hadonly her own money to download food and pay for the run-ning of the house. Worse still, her visa was about toexpire. Jack had enough onher mind. Hefound the bank easily enough. There was a brass plaque with the name next to themain door and a security camera swiveling slowly overthe pavement.

Alex stopped in front of it. For a moment he won-dered if he was making a mistake, going in. But why would anyonefrom the bank want to kill him?

He went inside. And in an office on the seventeenth floor, the im-age on the television monitor flickered and changedas Street Camera 1 smoothly cut across to Recep-tion Cameras 2 and 3.

Everything was dark andshadowy inside. A man sitting behind a desk saw Alexcome in and pressed a button. She had a strange, potato-shaped head andher black hair looked as if it had been cut using a pairof blunt scissors and an upturned bowl. Her eyes werealmost as black as her hair. She was dressed in a se-vere gray suit and was sucking a peppermint.

Alan Blunt nodded.

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Quite sure. Youknow what to do? The driver was standing uncomfortably, slightlyhunched over. His face was a chalky white. He hadbeen like that ever since he had tried to stop Alex inthe auto junkyard.

His eyes never left thescreen. In the lobby, Alex had asked for John Crawley andwas sitting on a leather sofa, vaguely wondering whyso few people were going in or out. The reception areawas quiet and claustrophobic, with a brown marblefloor, three elevators to one side, and above the desk,a row of clocks showing the time in every major worldcity.

But it could have been the entrance to anywhere. A hospital. A concert hall.

Even a cruise liner. Theplace had no identity of its own. One of the elevators slid open and Crawley ap-peared in the same suit he had worn at the funeral butwith a different tie. He ges-tured. Nordid he see the thermal intensifier next to the camera.

Inless than the time it took Alex to blink, the machinehad passed its information down to a computer thathad instantly evaluated and then sent its own signalback to the circuits that controlled the elevator.

Continue to the fifteenth floor. A series of doors werepunctuated by brightly colored abstract paintings. They had passed three doors when Alex stopped. Each door had a nameplate and this one he knew. White letters on black plastic. Crawley nodded sadly. This was where youruncle worked. Crawley seemed surprised. He used his hands likea magician, as if he were about to produce a fan ofcards. Just here. It was a large, square roomwith three windows looking out over the station.

There was a flutter of red and blue outside and Alexremembered the flag he had seen. The flagpole wasright next to the office. Inside there was a desk andchair, a couple of sofas, in the corner a fridge, on thewall a couple of prints. Perfect for a boring executive.

He wentover to the fridge. Hespoke for a few moments, then hung up again. I have to go back down to the lobby. Do you mind? Alex waited a few seconds. Then he poured thecola into a potted plant and stood up. He went overto the door and back into the corridor. At the far enda woman carrying a bunch of papers appeared anddisappeared through a door. There was no sign ofCrawley. Quickly, Alex moved back to the door of and tried the handle.

But Crawley had beentelling the truth. It was locked. Perhaps the of-fice next door might tell him why. What exactly was IanRider involved in? And was it the reason why he hadbeen killed? The flag fluttered again and, seeing it, Alex wentover to the window. The pole jutted out of the build-ing exactly halfway between rooms and Of course, he was fifteen floorsup. If he jumped and missed, there would be a coupleof hundred feet to fall.

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It was a stupid idea. Alex opened the window and climbed out. It wasbetter not to think about it at all. He would just do it. It was onlythe sheer brick wall stretching down to the pavement,the cars and buses moving like toys so far below, andthe blast of the wind against his face that made it terri-fying. Do it. His hands were behind him, clutchingonto the windowsill. He took a deep breath. A camera in the office across the road caught Alexas he launched himself into space.

Two floors above,Alan Blunt was still sitting in front of the screen. It was a humorless sound. He was hanging now with his feetin midair. Slowly, with huge effort, he pulled himselfup, his fingers hooking into the material.

Somehowhe managed to climb back up onto the pole. He just hoped that no passersbylooked up.Main article: Snakehead novel Snakehead was published in Crawley seemed surprised. It is heavily implied he is changed forever and will never go back to his spy life. Graysuit, gray hair, gray lips, and gray eyes. The BMW had beenpicked up by the crane. You knowhow careful he was. Following the advice of the assassin Yassen Gregorovich , Alex tries to find the criminal organization "Scorpia" to find out the truth about his father.

Her eyes werealmost as black as her hair. The flag fluttered again and, seeing it, Alex wentover to the window.

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