Scorpia (Alex Rider)
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Alex Rider, teen spy, has always been told he is the spitting image of the father he never knew. But when Alex learns that his father may have been an assassin for the most lethal and powerful terrorist organization in the world, Scorpia, his world shatters. Now Scorpia wants Alex on their side, and Alex no longer has the strength to fight them. That is, until he learns of Scorpia’s latest plot: an operation known only as “Invisible Sword” that will result in the death of thousands of people. Can Alex prevent the slaughter, or will Scorpia prove once and for all that the terror will not be stopped?
simply disappear for several hours. Cold black water was bubbling up into the room even now. How high would it go? Alex didn’t need to ask. The stains on the walls went all the way up to the ceiling. The water would rise over him and he would struggle helplessly, unable to save himself, until he drowned. Eventually the level would fall again and they would clear out his body, perhaps dumping it in the lagoon. He leapt to his feet and ran to the door, slamming his hands against it. He was
shirt, and another half buried in the stolen bag. And more were joining in. There must have been at least twenty pigeons, flapping and batting around them, a swirling cloud of feathers, claws and—triggered by greed and excitement—flying splatters of white bird droppings. The driver was blinded. One hand clutched the handlebars, the other tore at his face. As Alex watched, the bike performed a hundred and eighty degree turn so that now it was coming back, heading straight towards them, moving
forward out of nowhere. Alex saw the door open and the son was pulled inside. Mrs Rothman froze the image. “It seems that MI6 wanted the son back but they weren’t prepared to pay with your father’s freedom,” she said. “They double-crossed us and shot him in front of our eyes. You saw for yourself.” Alex said nothing. The room seemed to have got darker, shadows chasing in from the corners. He felt cold from head to toe. “There is one last part of the film,” Mrs Rothman went on. “I hate seeing
a long silence. Mrs Jones knew that Blunt would be turning over a dozen possibilities in his mind, considering and eliminating each one in a matter of seconds. She had never met anyone with such an analytical brain. “Scorpia haven’t been very active recently,” he said. “It’s true. They’ve been very quiet. We think they may have been involved in a piece of sabotage at Consanto Enterprises, near Amalfi, yesterday evening.” “The biomedical people?” “Yes. We’ve only just received the reports and
to have his say. “We can’t take that risk!” “There is no risk. Think about it for a minute. The footballers were poisoned with cyanide. They were all on the same plane at the same time. It wasn’t difficult. But if you wanted to poison thousands of kids, how could you possibly do it?” “Injections,” Alex said. Everyone looked at him again. He had worked it out in a split second. It had suddenly come to him, as if spoken by someone else. He had been thinking about a trip he had once made to South