I’m running. My bare, bleeding, feet beat the black pavement. My lungs are burning, feeling as though they’re about to burst. My heart pounds so hard I’m afraid it’ll break out of my chest. I can feel the speed, but at the same time, everything feels like it’s in slow motion. Everything but them. They’re gaining, and I can’t do anything to stop it. I weave in and out of crowds and markets, ducking into dark alleyways and jumping over street vendors and their carts. Still they follow me. I’m high on an adrenaline rush, but I’m still nowhere near a match for their speed.
Imagine yourself a teenage spy. Now you are on vacation in France and you see one of the biggest contract killers in the world. You are one of the few people who know him. What would you do? Alex Rider asked himself this very question. His actions cause him to become a new target that he wouldn't have been before all off this.