Scorpia Rising (Alex Rider)
Anthony Horowitz
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 0142419850
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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Scorpia has dogged Alex Rider for most of his life. They killed his parents, they did their best to con Alex into turning traitor, and they just keep coming back with more power. Now the world's most dangerous terrorist organization is playing with fire in the world's most combustible land: the Middle East. No one knows Scorpia like Alex. And no one knows how best to get to Alex like Scorpia. Until now.
shoved the gearshift forward and they set off, bouncing across the track. The gates were stil open. No one had any idea that anything was wrong. They entered the compound, passing the prison block where Alex and Jack had been held, heading toward Razim’s house. Alex noticed the old bakery that was also the control center. He had hoped that the door would be open, but it was closed—presumably locked—and there were no windows. He could see light showing through the cracks in the wood. There was
asked. Like Simon, his father worked in the oil industry. Quite a few of the families at the school were supported by Shel or BP. It was the moment Alex had been dreading. It was hard enough making new friends, and doing so on the basis of a lie made it ten times worse. But he had no choice. MI6 had given him a false name—Alex Tanner—and had already rehearsed the story of his background with Jack. She would support him if anyone asked her. “I don’t have parents,” he explained. “My uncle works
twenty-four hours a day, and nobody could enter or leave without authorization—the main gate could be opened only from inside. It was in constant radio communication with the guards on patrol. These were local men, dressed in Bedouin style, with headdresses, loose-fitting robes, sandals, and knives at their belts. They also had machine guns slung over their shoulders. The man’s name was Abdul-Aziz Al-Rahim, but that wasn’t what he cal ed himself now. As an international y wanted terrorist and
royal family disappeared. Each gold frame contained instead a television screen with several views of the house, taken from different angles. The garden was empty but there was a man outside wearing a FedEx uniform, carrying a smal parcel. Smithers moved over to the wal and spoke into a microphone close to the door. “What do you want?” he asked. “I’ve got a parcel for a Mr. Derek Smithers,” the man said. “I’m afraid I’m rather busy at the moment. Can you leave it outside?” “I’m sorry, sir.
demanded. “She’s here. She’s unhurt—for the time being.” “I want to see her.” “I’m sure you do, but I’m afraid that won’t be possible. As a matter of fact, I’m afraid you have a rather distasteful experience ahead of you. Believe me when I say that I take no pleasure in it, but I’m aware that in the past you have been equipped with certain ingenious gadgets and I also know that your Mr. Smithers has been in Cairo. So I’m afraid you’l have to be stripped and searched from head to foot. I won’t