Yassen Gregorovich Alex Rider の小説・ストーリー

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

“Yes, come on Noah. Stick your hand out and you'll see the wind has changed directions. Maybe if we move the target towards the fountain, I’ll get a better shot.” “But I made my shot perfectly.” Noah chuckled at me and I growled and started to reach for him playfully when a voice sounded behind us. “Focus, pup. You are always making excuses.” The gruff voice of Gregor made me freeze. He was our family's longtime combat trainer. He had his hand crossed in front of him, his hair was gray and he had a stern glare that always scared me, but not as much as the long scar that travelled down his right eye, completely blinding it that it was white.

"A second communication. Same channel as the first contact. She sent it eighteen minutes ago while the cyber operation was still running." "She was writing to us while she was attacking us." "Yes." He read the message aloud. "I have Gregor. He has been a Volkov ally for four years. He knows it and I know it and now you know it. He is unharmed and will remain so. I want twenty-four hours with Ace. No twins. No Rem. No tracking in the jacket lining." She paused that line. "Yes, I know about the jacket lining. Return his contact within six hours or Gregor's situation becomes relevant to people who would find it useful."

he growled. “Oh, I won’t need to,” Gregor replied, grinning. Because behind us, more footsteps. And another voice. “Stand down.” Viktor. Alive. He stepped into view like he owned the place—black suit, no tie, a fresh scar over his right eye, and that same calm demeanor. “You never learned the rules, Alessia,” he said. “When you start a war…” He pulled a pistol and aimed it at Luca’s heart. “You finish it.”

“I just recieved intelligence from the CIA that Mustafa, the head of the terrorist network we have been tracking for some months now is meeting with an arms dealer tomorrow morning at the outskirts of Baga town. I am sending you two because of your records as the best snipers in this unit. You are to set up communication with me once you get to the rendezvous point. One of the locals will show you the way through the mountains, which is the only way to get through the enemy territory undetected. A lot is at stake with this mission, and I am counting on you both to execute it perfectly. You may now take your leave.” “Sir.” They both saluted before leaving the Colonel’s tent. ! !

" I closed my eyes, processing. Vivienne had attempted to murder us. Her own son. She had met my eyes and issued the command. There would be no coming back from that. No reconciliation, no truce. This was war now. “She won’t let it go,” I said softly. "No. She won't." Gregor stooped, his elbows resting on his knees. “That’s why I’m going to make you a deal.” I opened my eyes. "What kind of deal?"

Instead, his focus is entirely on whatever is being said through the pack's mindlink. When his gaze finally sharpens and meets mine, I see the storm brewing in his eyes. Alexei is instantly by our side; his face has no signs of an earlier relaxed expression. Instead, there is fierceness in his gaze. “What’s going on?” I ask, looking between Mikhail and Alexei. Everyone senses the shift in the atmosphere as everyone looks at us. "Gregor." Mikhail's voice, even though calm, has hidden anger in it, “he’s at the border with his wolves. He’s demanding to see me—and you.”

His heart raced, but I couldn’t help but frown when the man was forced into a stop that neither one of us calculated for. “No…” “You killed our Alpha,” they were the assassins, and the man who held him was Ryker. His eyes were fixed on Vadim for a second too long before he looked at Valerie. “It is said that a phoenix dies and comes back to life, how about we start getting proof of that?” “Ryker…” “No,” Vadim said, shaking his head. “Don’t…”

Then, at a section labelled 'CLASSIFIED - Involvement with 'Argus' Operation 1998', David paused. "Albert Wilson is NOT Albert Wilson. True name: Alex Svoronov. Former Russian nuclear physicist, specialising in defence technology and energy shielding. He is wanted by The Cyclops for stealing a critical prototype known as the 'Argus Key' in 1998. The Argus Key is believed to be the master key to control global underwater communication networks. Maria Santos, true name Lena Petrova, was a former Russian counter-intelligence agent assigned to monitor Alex, but she later fell in love and helped him escape."

But suddenly I felt like the world around me was spinning and in no time darkness clouded in front of my eyes and I fell unconscious. _______________ “How did Rogue break into the borders? What was my army doing at the border?” I heard Alexei yelling. “The Rogues were many and they were too powerful. Many soldiers died at the border.” It was Delta Kai who reported. “Double the security, Delta Kai. I don't want any more attacks on my pack.” “Beta Nereo, arrange everything for the funeral of the pack soldiers who died at the border.” With that saying Alexei dismissed them and I slowly opened my eyes to see Alexei pacing in the room in tension.