"Remember the plan Alex?" Eagle asked excitedly.
"Yeah I remember" he replied, thinking through what he had to do.
"Good good" Eagle cunningly said, making the 5 year old laugh.
They heard the sound of tyres crunching on the gravel as the truck pulled onto the driveway. "Quick! Get into position!" Eagle squealed, lowering himself to the ground, and watching as Alex ran out into the hallway. Alex ran to the bottom step of the stairs and sat on it; bringing his legs to his chest and making fake tears appear, just like Eagle had taught him to do.
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Wolf got out of his truck, shouldering his rucksack, and made his way to the front door. He listened for the usual sounds of Alex screaming in laughter, or the TV blaring, or very loud music, but he heard nothing but the chirping of birds on the telephone wire behind him. Frowning, he turned the key in the lock and let himself in the house.
What he saw made him want to shout and shoot, two things he did when he got angry. The little 5 year old boy they were protecting was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, curled in a ball and crying.
Dropping the bag, he rushed over to their young ward, kneeling down in front of him and exclaiming "Alex what's wrong?"
When he got no reply from this, he gently picked him up and held him closely and securely to his chest. Alex wrapped his arms round Wolf's neck like he usual did, burying his face in the dip in his shoulder. Little did the SAS man know that the boy was now smiling, as he could not see his face.
"Where's Eagle buddy?" he asked kindly.
Again, Alex said nothing, but merely pointed in the direction of the silent lounge. The door was ajar and there was no sound apart from Alex's snuffling.
What was his stupid comrade playing at? He asked himself as he put Alex down, who quickly wiped the cheeky smile off of his innocent looking face.
Wolf laid one hand on Alex's chest, protectively holding him back, and had the other hand resting on his gun holster. With his toe he nudged the door open and crept inside. His heart could have skipped a beat at what he saw.
The prankster, communications specialist, best shooter, morale and idiot of his SAS team was laying, unnaturally sprawled and pale, on the floor, showing no signs of life.
"Eagle!" he exclaimed, rushing over to the lifeless looking body, 5 year old momentarily forgotten.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, hearing no breathing upon closer inspection. He lent down, reading to give safety breaths, time and place forgotten, when all of a sudden…
"Hola lobo! No deberĂa Haber jurado frente a Alex ya sabes!" Eagle exclaimed in fluent Spanish.
Jumping back a bit, Wolf screamed. Like a girl!
Falling backwards, his head collided with the coffee table, quite hard. Then he heard the sound of laughter from two people. A pitched giggle from Alex, as it was too high pitched for any of the K-unit, and a deeper, more mocking laughter he identified from the man he really want to kill right now.
Abruptly, Wolf stood up, opening his once closed eyes, to find the two rolling around on the floor in their laughter.
With a firm, horrific, glare plastered on his face, he growled "Eagle" voice like hell, only frozen over.
"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"