I am not sure whether you have read Alex Rider but I Decided I wood tell you a bit about the story. Alex Rider was a perfectly normal fourteen year old boy who went to school every day like most boys his age. Alex's parents were dead so he only had an Uncle Ian Rider who had a very boring job, Ian Rider worked for a bank. Alex's Uncle was hardly ever there but Ian Rider had a House keeper Jack Starbrite who looked after Alex when Ian wasn't there which is most often Alex always wonderd why his Uncle never spoke about his job. One day Alex was waiting for his Uncle to come but his Uncle never came instead there was a police car parked outside. From his second-floor window Alex could see the black ID number on the roof and the caps of the two men who were standing in front of the door. The porch light went on and, at the same time, the door opened ''Mrs Rider?'' No. I'm the housekeeper.What is it What's happend ''This is the home of Mr Ian Rider'' ''Yes.'' ''I wonder if we could come in...'' And Alex already knew. He knew from the way the police stood there, awkwardly and unhappy. But he also knew from the tone of their voices. Funeral voices ... that was how he would descrtibe them later. The sort of voices people use when they come to tell you that someone close to you has died. He went to his door and opened it. He could hear the two policemen talking down in the hall but only some of the words reached him. ''...a car accident ... called the ambulance ... intensive care ... nothink anyone could do ... so sorry.'' Alex and Jack new now that Ian was dead so they went to the funeral there were lots of bankers with guns and the chairman of the bank started walking towards him ''You must be Alex.'' The chairman was only a little taller than him. Close to, his skin was strangely unreal. It couled have been made of plastic. ''My name is Alan Blunt,'' he said. ''Your uncle often spoke about you.'' ''That's funny Alex said. ''He never mentioned you.''The grey lips twiched briefly. ''We'll miss him. He was a good man.''What was he good at Alex asked. ''He never talked about his work .''Suddenly a man called Crawley was there. ''Your unkle was overseas Finance Manager, Alex,'' he said. ''And I know he was very careful. About things like seat belts.'' ''Well, sadly he wasn't careful enough.'' Blunt's eyes, magnified by the thick lenses of his spectacles, lasered into his own and for a moment Alex felt himself pinned down, like an insect under a microscope. ''I hope we'll meet again,'' Blunt went on. He tapped the side of his face with a single grey finger. ''Yes..'' Then he turned and went back to his car. Alex and Jack went back. The bank rang the following day. ''This is John Crawley. Do you remember me? Personnel Manager at the Royal & General. We were wondering if you could come in.''''Come in?'' Alex was already late for school. ''This afternoon we found some papers of your uncle's. We need to talk to you ... about your own podition.'' Was there something faintly threatening in the man's voice? ''What time this afternoon?'' Alex asked. ''Could you manage half - past four? We're on Liverpool Street. We can send a cab '' 'Ill be there,'' Alex said. ''And Ill take the tube.'' He came out to Liverpool Street tube station just after four-fifteen that afternoon, still wearing his school uniform. He found the bank easily enought. The Royal & General occupied a tall, antique - looking building with Union Jack fluttering from a pole about fifteen floors up. Alex stopped in front of it. For a moment he wondered if he was making a mistake going in. If the bank had been responsible in some way for Ian Rider's death, maybe they had asked him here to arange his own. No. The bank wouldn't kill him. He didn't even have an acount there He went in. When he got in the bank Alex asked at the Reception, for John Crawley and Alex sat there waiting for Crawley and sudanly one of the lifts pinged open and Crawley appeared in his usual suit, but with a different tie. ''I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Alex,'' he said. ''Have you come straight from school?'' Alex stood up but said nothing, allowing his uniform to answer the man's question. ''Let's go up to my office,''Crawley said. He gestured. 'We'll take the lift.'' They got there and Crawley said here we are!'' Crawley usherd Alex out into a long corridor with an uncarpeted, wooden floor and modern lightining. A series of doors was punctuated by framed paintings, brightly coloured abstracts. ''My office is just along here.'' Crawley pointed the way. They had passed three doors when Alex stopped. Each door had a name-plate and this one he recognised - 1504: Ian Rider. White letters on black plastic. Crawley nodded sadly. ''Yes This was where your uncle worked. He'll be much missed.'' ''Can I go inside ?'' Alex asked. Crawley seemed suprised. ''Why do you want to do that?'' ''I'd be intrested to see where he worked.'' ''I'm sorry Crawley sighed. ''The door will have been loked and I don't have the key. Another time perhaps.'' ''I have the office next door Just here.'' They went into 1505. Crawley said to Alex ''Plese Alex Sit down,'' ''so what do you want to talk to me about ?'' said Alex ''Your uncles will '' The teephone rang Crawley answerd it He spoke for a few momants them hung up again. ''I'm very sorry, Alex I have to go back down to Reception. Do you mind?'' ''Go ahead.'' and Crawely left and Alex moved to the door of 1504 and tried the handle. But Crawley had been telling the truth. It was locked. So Alex climed out the window of Crawley's ofice and tried to make it to Ian Rider's ofice and he made it and when he got there he saw lots of files that got his atention the movement of uranium across Europe and techniquets. The last file was simply labelled : STORMBREKER. Alex was about to read it when the door sudenly opened and two men walked in. One of Them was Crawley. Alex new there was no point trying to explain what he was doing . He was sitting behind the desk with the Stormbreker file open in his hands. But at the same time he realized that the two men weren't suprised to see him . ''This isn't a bank Alex said. ''Who are you? Was my uncle working for you? Did you kill him?'' ''So many questions,'' Crawley mutered. But I'm afraid we're not authorized to give you the answers.''The other man lifted his hand and Alex saw that he was holding a gun. He stood up behind the desk, holding the file as if to product himself. ''No '' he began. The man bent forward and shot Alex in the heart. The next day Alex Rider woke up he was alive that at least was a nice suprise. Alan Blunt and a dark, rather masculine woman un wraping a sweet were already already sitting down. Mrs Blunt? 'Alex.'' Blunt smiled briefly, as if it was some thing he didn't enjoy doing. ''It's nice of you to join us.'' Alex sat down. ''You didn't reley give me a lot of choice.'' ''Yes. I don't quit know what Crawley was thinking shooting you like that, but I supose it was the easiast way. May I intorduce my colleague, Mrs Jones.'' The woman noded at Alex. Her eyes seemed to examine him minutely, but she said nothing. ''Who are you?'' Alex asked. ''What do you want with me?'' ''As I'm sure you've gathered ,'' ''the royal and general is not a bank. In fact it dosn't exist ... it's nothing more than a cover. And it to do I told you at the funeral, is Blunt I am Chief Executive of the Special operations of MI6. And your uncle was, for want of a better word, a spy.'' ''Will you work for us Alex, Alex said yes. I wont tell you any thing else exept that Alex became a spy to and all the Alex Rider books are about him being a spy. I think I have put to much allready.