Summary: Alan Blunt was given a position in Nexus to replace Fabian. He was requested to send an agent to relocate five missing teenagers scattered across the globe. Alex Rider is once more blackmailed into another dangerous mission, with nothing more than a useless character file and a few gadgets, he sets off to find them and take down a corporation in the process. And did he mention Scorpia is with Nightrise? And what in the world are Gatekeepers?

Rated: T

Setting: Post-Crocodile Tears, before Scorpia Rising.

A/N: Please be kind to me. It's my fist attempt for a crossover story. I got tired of reading half-continued Alex Rider/Power of five Crossovers so I made one myself. Hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: If I own POF/AR, I would make Matt and Alex unbeatable.

Chapter 1- Filling In

Ring ring

click

"Blunt,"

"Tarrant,"

"I have a proposal."

"…I'm listening,"

"You remember Sanjay Dravis?"

"How can I not. He was…eccentric,"

"Well, he's dead,"

"You're telling me this because…"

"…The person who replaced Dravis died a few months ago,"

" My condolences,"

"Not at all, he was a traitor,"

"How exciting,"

"Listen Blunt, what I'm trying to say is that we need you,"

"And 'we' is.?"

"Nexus"

"…"

"I know you've been looking into Nexus for years now, but our security is too tight for you,"

"Oh watch me; I will get what want even if it meant forcing it out of you,"

"You won't have to. Because I'm asking you to join us, fill in the missing seat,"

"I'm not foolish enough to join an unknown organization just because you ask me to, Tarrant. My curiosity has its limits."

"Trust me, Blunt, when I say you'll definitely be interested. Everything you know about this world is not all that it seems,"

"…."

"Think over it, will you,"

"…."

"Right. You know where to find me,"

click

The Head of MI6 sat unmoving in his seat facing the sky-scraper view from his office, clasped hands tucked neatly underneath his chin. His whole stance was tensed and his normally emotionless façade twisted in deep thought. Alan Blunt contemplated over the bizarre conversation he just had with London's senior police officer, David Tarrant, who used to work for MI6 before he retired to the police force. A few moments later, Mr. Blunt reached his calloused hand over the phone. It hovered above it for a few seconds before pressing a small red button on it.

beep

"Yes, Sir?"

"Send Mrs. Jones up,"

"Right away, Sir"

Mr. Blunt leaned back on his chair and took the solitary moment to collect himself, until a knock on the door made him arrange himself to look more presentable.

"Come in,"

A woman dressed entirely in grey walked into the room, carrying with her a stench of peppermint. Mrs. Jones is second-in-command at MI6 and is Alan Blunt's closest associate. Blunt insists their personal and professional lives remain separate, and he plans to keep it that way.

"You called, Mr. Blunt?"

"I need you to arrange a car to Street at 3 in the afternoon. And you are coming with me,"

Mrs. Jones gave a brief nod and hesitated for a split second before asking blandly, "If I may, what is this about?"

Blunt gave her a piercing look before replying, "I'll tell you when we get there," His tone left no room for objections.

Mrs. Jones sensed that the subject was closed and so she exited the room.

When she left, Blunt let his shoulders sag and he felt older than ever. Grunting, he settled himself deeper into his leather chair and dove into the pile of paperwork.

Not that he got anything done by the time midday came.

To be continued

R&R pls!