Eagle Strike (Alex Rider Adventure)
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Sir Damian Cray is a philanthropist, peace activist, and the world's most famouspop star. But still it's not enough. He needs more if he is to save the world. Trouble is, only Alex Rider recognizes that it's the world that needs saving from Sir Damian Cray. Underneath the luster of glamour and fame lies a twisted mind, ready to sacrifice the world for his beliefs. But in the past, Alex has always had the backing of the government. This time, he's on his own. Can one teenager convince the world that the most popular man on earth is a madman bent on destruction-before time runs out?
felt the bull brush past, and in that tiny contact sensed its huge power and strength. There was a flash of red as the cape flew up. The whole arena seemed to spin, the crowd rising up and yelling. The bull had gone past. Alex was unhurt. Although he didn’t know it, Alex had executed a reasonable imitation of the veronica. This is the first and most simple movement in a bullfight, but it gives the matador vital information about his opponent: its speed, its strength, which horn it favours. But
you kill him?” The man in the spectacles had spoken for the first time. He had a Dutch accent. His voice was trembling. “Because he was careless, Henryk,” Cray replied. “We can’t make mistakes, not at this late stage. And it’s not as if I broke any promises. I said I’d pay him two million dollars, and if you want to open the door and count it, two million dollars is exactly what you’ll find.” “Don’t open the door!” the man called Henryk gasped. “No. I think it would be a bit messy.” Cray
of glasses spun round, dropping everything. There was the flash of a camera. Then he had reached the other side. Carried by his own momentum, he soared off the roof, over a line of bollards, and came to a skidding halt on the opposite bank of the canal. He looked back—just in time to see that the third Bandit had managed to follow him. It was already in the air and the diners on the boat were gazing up in alarm as it descended towards them. They were right to be scared. The motorbike was too
“He pays me,” Yassen said simply. “I hope your second question is more interesting,” Cray snarled. “Yes. You’re trying to tell me that everything you’ve done is for a good cause. You think that all this killing is worth it because of the results. I’m not sure I agree. Lots of people work for charity; lots of people want to change the world. But they don’t have to behave like you.” “I’m waiting…” Cray snapped. “All right. This is my question. What is Eagle Strike? Are you really telling me
trying to wound Alex in revenge for what had happened between them. Alex wanted to believe it. But he had looked into the dying man’s eyes and had seen no deceit, only a strange sort of tenderness—and a desire for the truth to be known. Go to Venice. Find Scorpio. Find your destiny… It seemed to Alex that his only destiny was to be lied to and manipulated by adults who cared nothing about him. Should he go to Venice? How would he find Scorpia? For that matter, was Scorpia a person or a place?