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Classified: SAS Edition
"Salute the ones who died
The ones that give their lives
So we don't have to sacrifice
All the things we love"
"Chicken Fried" by Zac Brown Band
"GO!"
Wolf dismantled his M16 rifle fluidly, his fingers flying. Eagle stood to one side, timing him. Wolf raised his arms, calling, "Done!"
Eagle looked over the parts with a critical eye and nodded, before stepping back again, his eyes on the timer, "Forty-two seconds. Go!"
Wolf sprang into action, assembling the rifle, "Done!"
Eagle grinned at his unit leader, "A minute and twenty-three seconds. A whole fifteen seconds slower than me."
Wolf glared venomously at the sharpshooter. Eagle shot a mock horrified look at him and darted behind Snake, crying, "Save me!"
Snake, who was reading a book, ignored Eagle, nudging him away with an elbow.
Chihuahua (Wolf wondered what he had done to deserve that name) sighed drearily in the corner, disassembling and reassembling his own gun.
There was a sharp knock on the door and Bengal, a member of M-Unit, poked his head in, "The Sergeant wants to see you lot. Better hurry. He sounded furious."
Eagle let out a dramatic groan. Wolf rolled his eyes at him, used to his immature methods. Eagle frequently said it was to "boost their morale".
"Right," Wolf put his rifle away, "Let's go."
"What do you think he wants?" Snake asked curiously as they squelched their way through the muddy ground of the camp. It had recently rained.
Eagle was the only one to look excited, "Maybe we're going on another mission."
Chihuahua groaned, "To Iraq? No thank you."
They arrived in front of the Sergeant's office in a gloomy silence. Wolf raised a hand to knock on the wooden door.
"Come in!" The Sergeant called, indeed sounding furious.
Wolf sent a look to his comrades. Their expressions clearly stated that he was going first.
K-Unit snapped to attention in front of the Sergeant.
"At ease," the Sergeant handed Wolf four manila colored folders, "read these and get your arses to the field at 0630 hours tomorrow. You're excused from training today."
Eagle let out a tiny whoop, stopping short as he remembered where he was. The Sergeant rolled his eyes, muttering something along the lines of, "Bloody soldiers."
He straightened and nodded stiffly, "DISMISSED!"
Wolf was the last to leave.
"Let me see!" Eagle made a grab at the folders in Wolf's hands. Wolf promptly smacked the man's forehead with them, snickering at Eagle's shocked expression.
"We'll look at them in the cabin," Snake reasoned with Eagle, holding out a hand to Wolf. He handed Snake a folder.
Wolf made a beeline for his bunk, handing two folders to Chihuahua, who tossed one to Eagle.
He opened the contents of the folder curiously.
Operation Phi
Target: Infiltrate a compound of the organization Phi (classified: terrorist)
Location: Classified (Clearance Level 6)
Agents: Rider (Senior Agent; Clearance Level 10) and Daniels (Clearance Level 8), assisted by K-Unit (see assistance)
Assistance: Wolf of K-Unit (Clearance Level 5), Eagle of K-Unit (Clearance Level 4), Snake of K-Unit (Clearance Level 4), Chihuahua of K-Unit (Clearance Level 4), and Cub of K-Unit (omitted)
For more information, see "History of Phi" (Clearance Level 6); see "Senior Agent Rider" (Clearance Level 10) see "Agent Daniels" (Clearance Level 8); see "K-Unit" (Clearance Level 3)
"Cub?" Chihuahua questioned, wearing a puzzled expression.
Wolf mentally cursed as he realized he never told his friend about Cub, "He was a teenager that trained with us for ten days a couple years back."
"He was apparently 'a brat' and a 'rich man's son'." Snake sent Wolf a disapproving glance.
Wolf protested weakly, "I was wrong…"
Chihuahua raised an eyebrow, "What happened?"
Eagle laughed openly as Wolf groaned into his hands, "He kicked Wolfy-boy here out of a plane."
Eagle and Snake laughed, slapping each other a high-five.
Chihuahua looking horrified, "Why would he do that?"
Wolf lifted his head, face red, "I froze and he pushed me out."
Laughter rang out once again.
S*A*S
Wolf kicked his unit out of bed at 6 the next day. They arrived to the field, a grassy clearing where helicopters laded, in full gear.
"Men," the Sergeant was already there. K-Unit instinctively snapped into attention, "at ease."
Wolf relaxed, noting the two men a little away, their backs facing them. One man sported bubblegum colored hair, pointing at something aggressively. The other seemed to be countering the first, his black hair ruffled.
"Come on," the Sergeant was smiling. Wolf knew that when the Sergeant smiled, something was wrong, "I'll introduce you to the agents."
"Agents?" Eagle whispered to Wolf, sounding grave (for the first time in years).
Wolf shrugged, following the Sergeant.
"They might be a bit familiar," the Sergeant said as they marched to the agents, "MI6 agents Rider and Daniels."
"Not now, Lewis." The man with the pink hair said irritably, not bothering to turn around.
Wolf and the rest of K-Unit gaped openly, wondering what the Sergeant would do, but he just laughed. The other agent turned around, grinning mischievously.
"Fox?" Wolf's voice was in harmony with the others. Chihuahua stood back awkwardly, not knowing what to do. K-Unit had informed him of their former comrade, but Chihuahua had never known Fox.
"We thought you were binned!" Eagle exclaimed, giving Fox a man-hug and slapping his back.
Fox shook his head, "MI6 recruited me. They noticed me when they put Cub into our unit." He looked over at the man with the pink hair and bumped shoulders with him.
Wolf glanced at the Sergeant, who looked positively ecstatic now. A moment later, he knew why.
The man with the pink hair sighed irritably and turned around, "K-Unit."
"Cub?"
S*A*S
Cub was strapped in his seat, a table out in front of him. Fox sat next to him, muttering something. Cub ran his fingers through his bubblegum colored hair.
"Hey, Cub?" Eagle leaned forward to stare at the youngest member, "I like your hair. Where did you get it done?"
Cub glared so furiously at the man, even Wolf wanted to cringe. He looked away from the soldier, turning his attention back to his papers.
"Sensitive subject, right?" Eagle blabbered, "I would know. When I was sixteen, I dyed my hair green."
Snake laughed, "I remember that! You looked horrible."
"Yeah," Eagle agreed, "Worst mistake of my life. Cub, what was yours?"
Cub shot another glare at Eagle and turned to Fox, saying something in a language Wolf didn't recognize. Fox laughed.
"What?" Eagle demanded, "What did you say?"
Cub, his mood completely changing, shrugged, "Nothing important. My worst mistake was accepting a mission in South America. This one organization's head was a complete nutter. He forced me to marry a llama. We never got divorced, so the papers say I have a wife named 'Ana'."
Fox had his head in his hands, shaking uncontrollably. It took Wolf a few moments to realize that he was laughing.
"And of course, my excellent partner," Cub threw Fox a murderous look, "didn't feel the need to rescue me until the end of this whole ordeal."
Eagle shot him an offended glance, "Well gosh, if you didn't want to tell me, you didn't have to."
Cub shrugged and returned to his papers again.
"Cub!"
Said person sighed and turned back to Eagle.
"How are you a senior agent?"
Wolf glanced at the boy curiously, studying the way he crossed his arms over his chest with an annoyed huff.
"Well, dear Eagle," Wolf noted the heavy sarcasm, "I've been with MI6 for a while."
"Longer than Fox?"
Cub shrugged. Wolf was getting tired of his vagueness.
"What was your first mission like? Mine involved guns, sand, and a very pretty girl."
Snake hit Eagle on his chest, "That's my girlfriend, you prick!"
Cub smirked at a memory, "Mine involved a Portuguese man of war: it's 99 percent water, has no brains, and no anus."
Eagle frowned, "You shouldn't lie, you know. People won't trust you."
Cub shrugged (Wolf wanted to punch him now), "Then you shouldn't ask."
Wolf had no doubt that he was telling the truth. If all his missions were like the one at Point Blank…
"How much longer?" Cub asked Fox, piling up the papers.
Fox checked his watch, "Two hours."
Cub groaned, "I'm taking a nap. Wake me up in an hour."
When K-Unit was assured that Cub had fallen asleep, they leaned closer to Fox.
"What the hell?"
"How is he MI6?"
"Why didn't you tell us that you transferred?"
"Does Cub really have a llama wife?"
Fox sighed, closing his eyes.
S*A*S
They were on the ground, right outside the compound. It was dark, so the two spies and four soldiers blended in.
Cub held his gun loosely by his side, looking like it was a natural occurrence. However, Wolf was not accustomed to seeing a young man with pink hair, handling a gun.
"Do you even know how to shoot?"
Cub rolled his eyes, "No. I just point my gun at people and hope that they're afraid."
Wolf gaped at him, missing the sarcastic edge to his voice. Cub sighed, fitting a silencer on his gun. His eyes slid past Wolf, and he raised his gun.
"What the hell, Cub?" Wolf cried, hitting the ground.
Pop! Pop pop pop!
Cub raised his wrist to speak into a mic, "Operation Phi is a go."
Wolf snarled, scrambling up and looking at what Cub had shot. Faintly, he could see a pile of bodies.
"No time to waste," Cub told him, "Let's go."
The two slipped towards the entrance of the compound.
Wolf stopped them right before they went in. He looked at Cub seriously, shifting his gun to his left hand, "Cub?"
"What?" He hissed back.
Wolf smirked when his fist crunched against Cub's nose satisfactorily.
A/N: Okay... That was so random. Do you know why I wrote about llamas? Because of the "llamas on the run" thing that was on the news. If you didn't hear about it... there were llamas... that were on the loose. I thought it was hilarious.
I actually have no knowledge whatsoever about guns, so I did a bit of research. The M16 is an assault rifle, originating from the US. Um... that's all I know about it. Oh, and also, it looks incredibly difficult to disassemble and reassemble it, LOL.
By the way: M16 and MI6 are different. When I was first reading about it, I thought the M16 was actually MI6 and I was so confused... Now that I think about it, when I first read the Alex Rider series in 5th grade, I thought MI6 was M16... WOW IM SO CONFUSED.
I wasn't really satisfied with this, but I rewrote it a bunch of times. Tell me what you think! If it's completely horrible, I'll attempt to write it one more time!
Thanks guys! Hugs, kisses, and ice cream to everyone. WAIT! Everyone, go listen to "Chicken Fried" by the Zac Brown Band. Great song, lol.. OH WAIT. ONE LAST THING: What's the difference between a drabble and a one-shot? I just know that the drabble is shorter, but I don't really get the difference... Can someone explain, please? THANK YOU!
-Alice