Ah, the muses took over. What can I say? This has been floating around my head for a while now, and it is not another Alex goes to the SAS story. Well, yes it is, but not in a way this fandom has known before. Trust me, I know. I've looked through every single story on this fandom. I'm also possibly the first to maim Alex in this way- *ahem* Mustn't give spoilers.

I know it's short, but it is only a prologue - forgive? The other chapters will be longer. Please read. And review. I love your opinions, and it makes me feel loved.

Hah, right.

Read on.

The night was dark, cold and wet as Sergeant Davies waited in his office. He held a mug of steaming tea in one hand and a pile of papers in the other, his brow creased as he glared at his desk. A phone had been thrown with force across the room and now lay in a cracked and sparking mess in the corner of the room, a new mark on white walls. With a sigh he leant back in his chair and took a sip of tea.

"Curse you, Blunt," he mumbled and threw the papers back onto his desk. Anger was still visible in the tightness around his eyes and the way he was tensed. He put the mug down and started massaging his temples. A moment later, there was a knock.

He took a cursory moment to compose himself and order his desk, then called out, "Come in."

The door opened and three men marched smartly into the room, turning to face him at attention. K-Unit.

"At ease," he barked and they moved as one, one leg sliding to the left, arms crossing behind their backs. For a moment he said nothing, instead studying his men. Wolf, staring straight ahead, eyes never wavering as he followed protocol to the letter. Eagle was more relaxed, his eyes darting around the room, his posture not as stiff as the rest of his teams. Snake had managed to find a line in the middle, but he couldn't control the bemused look on his face.

"K-Unit, you have a new assignment," he barked. "It's come straight from the top, and you were asked for specifically."

"Sir," Snake said. "I thought we were off active duty for another couple of weeks."

"You are." Sergeant Davies stood up and started pacing. "MI6 have an operative who's just come back from the field. He's been traumatized badly and won't give the heads the information they need." He sneered. "They think you lot will be able to get him to talk."

Wolf opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. Although his face remained impassive, the questions burned in his eyes.

"Your mission is to find out what happened while the operative was out in the field, and report to me. Understand?"

"Yes sir," came the three replies.

"While he's here, he'll be the fourth member of your unit. You will co-operate with him when he arrives tomorrow."

"Sir?"

"Do you understand?"

"Yessir, but-"

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" the sergeant yelled.

"Yes sir."

"Dismissed"

Alex Rider :: Alex Rider

"What the bloody hell do MI6 think they're playing at?" Wolf exploded as soon as they were a safe distance away. "They got a traumatized agent, get a bloody phsycologist, not the SAS!"

They were walking back to their hut, the rain drizzling down on them lightly. It was safe to say that K-Unit was not happy.

"He'll probably give us hell," Eagle said glumly. "You remember the last one,"

"Cub wasn't that bad," Wolf muttered.

"Ach, I'd probably say that we gave him hell."

Wolf looked up at Snake, silently agreeing.

"Wonder what was so traumatizing out on the field," Eagle said. "Wonder why MI6 picked us."

"They hate us, that's why," Wolf said. "Dirt on the bottom of their shoe. Don't what we did, but somehow must have annoyed them. First with Cub and now this one."

He opened the door to their hut and stepped inside, heading straight towards his bunk. "Get some sleep," he said, stripping quickly and putting some sleep clothes on. "Hike tomorrow."

It wasn't long at all before all three members of K-Unit were laid on their beds and drifting off to sleep. Wolf's last thought was that someone, somewhere, must be aughing their head off.

He didn't know that about 188 miles away, a fair haired boy stepping into a car on Liverpool Street was thinking exactly the same thing.