People have been really excited about this story, so HERE IT IS! I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations (it certainly lived up to mine) and there is a little twist, so look out for it.

"Really? They're coming? Sweet!" J was bouncing off the walls at the news that their SAS friends were coming, and bringing Cub and Fox, along with their new unit member.

"Would you hold still? Which idiot gave J sugar?" M called out in their mess hall. All the SEALs turned to look, then hid their heads. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of M's wrath; he had gotten dangerous during his time with the SAS men. And during the same time, J had discovered the joy of sugar highs from Eagle.

"It was G!" Someone called out, the cue for the rest of the mess hall to start laughing. G was a new recruit, so he probably hadn't gotten the message that J wasn't allowed to have sugar, so M went easy on him.

"G, don't give J sugar. You will sincerely regret it, and I will hunt you down." M yelled across the room. He didn't actually know who G was, just that he was new, and he had never seen him before.

"Yes sir!" M paused. The voice that had answered him sounded vaguely familiar, but M couldn't place it. After about two minutes of trying to remember where he knew the voice from, he shrugged. It wasn't important.

"Men! Get-what is going on in here?" Sergeant Dunn froze in the doorway of the mess hall. The sight that greeted him was half the hall trying, and failing, to stop laughing, and the other half frozen in their seats.

"Uh, someone gave J sugar and told him that the British soldiers are coming. At the same time." A voice answered the sergeant. He glared around the room, expecting someone to fess up, but no one did. No one wanted to run extra miles every morning, as was the agreed upon punishment for giving J sugar.

"My bad, Sergeant." G said quietly. The Sarge glared at G, but something flashed across his eyes. Amusement, maybe?

"Come with me." And with that, Sergeant Dunn left the hall, followed closely by G. As soon as they were out of earshot, everyone started yelling about how they thought G would deal with the punishment.

"He's trip face-first in the mud."

"No, he's going to cry like a baby."

"You guys are idiots; he's gonna trip in the mud, vomit the contents of his stomach, and then cry like a baby."

"Don't forget the collapsing that'll follow that." This brought cheers of agreement from the mess hall. M shook his head. At least his men weren't being too loud and obnoxious.

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"Do you know about The Rule?" Sergeant Dunn was up in G's face, trying to intimidate him. It wasn't working.

"I do now." G replied calmly. He wasn't affected in the slightest by the Sarge, and that annoyed the Sarge.

"Well, do you know what the punishment for breaking The Rule is?" Sarge yelled. G was pretty sure that the men in the mess hall could hear every word of their conversation, and he would be getting some strange looks when he got back.

"I have a funny feeling that it's something like extra running. Am I right?" G grinned, and Sarge growled. It reminded G of a particular unit mate of his.

"You are one of the most arrogant soldiers I have ever had to train!" Sarge yelled.

"Actually sir, you don't have to train me. I've already had all my training, and then some." G answered in a different accent. Sergeant Dunn visibly froze. Was there a spy in his camp? Or did the CIA put him in to test security? On second thought, Sergeant Dunn was pretty sure that it would have had to be some other agency based on the man's accent. Or maybe he was just faking the accent altogether. That was entirely possible.

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"So what do you think is going on out there?" R asked. One of his unit-mates mumbled a 'don't know, don't care' and slapped his head.

"I'm sure we'll hear G getting chewed out, and quite possibly violently murdered very soon." K growled (something else they had picked up from the SAS men) and turned back to his food. K wasn't one to get caught up in guessing or gossip. But it turned out K's prediction was right. They heard exactly what was happening.

"Do you know about The Rule?" The sergeant yelled. The SEALs couldn't hear any of G's responses, maybe because he was intimidated, or he wasn't answering. Either way, the SEALs could tell this was going to be an interesting conversation. Everyone was silent, not wanting to miss anything.

"Well, do you know what the punishment for breaking The Rule is?" There was a garbled response from G.

"You are one of the most arrogant soldiers I have ever had to train!" There was a chorus of 'oh's' echoing throughout the mess. G was in for it now. He was dead meat. But after hearing the muffled response from G, there was no more conversation to listen too. The two men outside were silent. Which probably meant they could hear the silence in the mess hall too.

"Hey, there's leftovers if any of y'all are hungry!" The cook called from the kitchen. No one moved, mostly because there wasn't much motivation to get more of the mush commonly known as food, but also because no one wanted too. They all wanted to know exactly what G had said that had made the Sarge speechless.

The door to the mess opened, and G walked in. Everyone tried to look busy eating for when the sergeant followed, but he never came. M looked around, trying to figure out if the Sarge had come through a different door, but there was no sign of him anywhere. He had been about to tell them something, probably give them an order. But he wasn't there, and that puzzled everyone in the room, except for one. G knew exactly where Sergeant Dunn had gone.

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Sergeant Dunn was furious. He had just run a search on G, but had been told he didn't have enough clearance to view his file. Maybe G worked for some government agency. Dunn dismissed the thought. If he worked for the government, he would have been told. Sarge was thinking about the conundrum known as G when his desk phone rang.

"United States Navy SEALs, this is Sergeant Dunn."

"Hello, Sergeant. I was informed that you ran a search on the soldier known as G. Is that correct?" The voice on the other end of the phone was cold, and foreign. They left no room for pleasantries, not that Dunn wanted any.

"Yes. Is there something wrong with that? Who is this?"

"This is Mrs. Jones, MI6. I would just like to inform you that he is a British citizen, and that if you try to obtain his file, I will have you demoted to Private." Dunn froze. She couldn't do that, could she?

"He's a British citizen? Why is he training in my camp? And, I don't think you have the authority to demote me, Mrs. Jones." Dunn smirked. He had her. There was no way she could demote him.

"You will be receiving a call from your superiors shortly. As for G, he is training at your camp on my orders. The rest of his unit will be arriving tomorrow. He was also testing your security. To put it frankly, it sucks. Have a nice day." Mrs. Jones hung up, and Dunn stared at the phone as it rung again, begging him to answer it.

"United States Na-" Dunn started.

"SERGEANT DUNN, WHAT DID YOU DO?" Dunn wasn't a sissy, but his commanding officer was downright scary yelling into the phone. Apparently Mrs. Jones wasn't kidding. She did call his commanding officer. "I'VE BEEN TOLD TO PUT YOU ON PROBATION!"

"All I did was run a background check on one of my men. Although from what I have just learned, he's not actually one of mine." Dunn answered, still cautious.

"I know that. A Mrs. Jones just called and ever-so politely informed me that our security when it comes to recruits sucks. Private G has subtle connections to drug runners in Colombia, which we would have picked up on had he been thorough enough." So that's why the security sucks, Dunn thought. Did that mean that G was a drug runner?

"What would you like me to do about it, sir?"

"I would like you to be more thorough!" Dunn's CO screamed, and Dunn winced. "And I was also informed that G also goes by the name of Fox."

Bet you weren't expecting THAT were you? Actually, you probably were. Eagle is such a bad influence. Feel free to leave a review, give me ideas, tell me things that need to be changed, tell me what color your toothbrush it (because everyone has one. I hope.) and throw a party! :)