A/N: This is my first Fanfic… So please don't flame. (I'm not native English/American, so please improve my many faults)

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Alex was tired and hungry. After the five-mile run, which should be easy, he was forced to do it again because he 'could not keep up properly'. He has ended five minutes after the first, and twenty seconds behind the last. And when they could rest, the Sergeant hunted him over the five miles again.

He walked back to the tents. Great, he though. Why should you sent a 15-year-old boy to train with the SAS and the Seals! In the camp, he ignored all the glares that were shot at him by the Seals. The SAS knew who he was, and what his possibilities were, but the Seals didn't respect him. The same old song…

'Hey Cub! You're back!' Eagle stormed out of the tent, hugging him in front of all the Seals.

'Yea, I'm back… Do we have anything to eat?' Alex replied, hungry and taking no notice from all the smirks from the Seals.

Eagles big smile diminished. 'No' he growled. 'The person who packed for this camp is going to PAY for this. There is only enough food for one unit, the SAS or the Seals.'

'O god… Who is going to have food?' Alex asked.

'Well, Wolf is shouting at the Sergeant, to convince him to go to the nearest town and shop something. The leaders of the other units are with him.'

Alex sighted. He knew that food by the SAS was not much more than a gray, lumpy heap, but he was looking forward to eat it. He was so hungry…

'Well, than I think I just need to sit back and wait until they fought out.'

Eagles smile increased to the big one he had shown before. 'Yea, that sounds like a good plan. Any objections against sitting next to you?'

'No.'

With that word, Alex sat down on the ground before the K-unit tent. Unfortunately, they had the tent the closest to the Seals. When Eagle sat down next to him, he looked at their smug expressions. They knew they were American elite troops, and they thought they were the strongest, the best and whatever else.

Because of that, they had been sent to camp with SAS. And at exactly the same moment, MI6 had decided to give Alex a short re-training. And so, he was trapped with the angry SAS, the smug Seals, some very annoyed Sergeants and too less food.

For a while they sat down, not talking to each other, but just watching everything. Then Alex asked: 'Eagle, do you know where Fox and Snake are?'

'Well, uhmm, ting – ting – ting… '

'Eagle you aren't a phone, so please don't TING!' A voice from behind yelled.

Even the trained SAS soldier, who had gone through RTI and other gruesome events, couldn't stand the howl of the angry wolf. He fell backwards.

Alex laughed. 'Hey Wolf! Can we go and shop some food?'

After Point Blanc, Wolf, well, he didn't particularly like Alex, but he respected him as a part of the unit. There was a little emphasis between them, which would hopefully grow out to a friendship. Wolf didn't like the Seals because they didn't respect Alex, a fault he had made too.

'Well' Wolf grunted. 'There is room for shopping, but the Sergeant thought it would be good to let the SAS eat the original food, and let the Seals go shopping.' He emphasized that last word with a creepy good imitation of an American teenage-girl.

Alex cursed silently. So when the SAS was trying to eat the so-called food, the Seals could go shopping, buy everything they would like to eat, and come back more smug and arrogant than they were originally. Very well.

Eagle cried angrily: 'Why! Why are we always the ones that has to suffer!' He covered his face with his hoodie.

'It isn't that terrible', Wolf said, with a grim expression on his face. 'The Seals are at least gone for an hour. Hopefully they will lose their tent! That would be fun! I heard it is going to be windy tonight. Maybe they will forget to anchor their tents!'

Alex laughed. 'Yea, that would be great! If their tents were gone…'

Eagle uncovered his face, showing two huge, glittering eyes. Very slowly he said; 'I have an idea!'

Than, his mouth widened into a big smile. He started to sing, very loudly:' I have an idea, I have an idea, and you don't, muhahaaha!'

Wolf and Alex looked at each other and gazed at Eagle again. He was dancing, ignoring the glares from the Seals, Wolf and Alex.

'I HAAAVE AN IDEAAA!' he yelled, and he trotted of, running around.

'Umm… Well, he is supposed to save our land? We're doomed.' Alex joked. He knew very well that Eagle wasn't like that on a mission. He was the best sniper in the unit.

Wolf smirked. 'Yes. But rather Eagle than a complete sane person!'

Alex had to agree. Some said that there were no sane people in SAS. Personally, he thought that only spies were more insane than SAS. Who would willingly not only risk their lives, but also the lives of anybody they know. And who would willingly die a very painful dead, like almost all spies… Alex laughed grimly. It was almost certain he would die a very painful death, due to SCORPIA or any other organization he had managed to piss off.

'Ai, Cub! Wake! Let's search for Fox and Snake! I think they are getting our water, but they should be back around ten minutes ago!' Wolf poked Alex, and his ultra-super-mega spy instincts almost took over but this time, he only slapped Wolf's hand, instead of getting him with his head in the mud.

Wolf knew better than commenting on his attitude. It improved, that for sure.

'Yea, let's go!'

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