Hi guys, I'm back from the dead! I didn't get into heaven, and hell was afraid I'd take over, so I decided to come back here and gift you with a pointless, yet rather witty (I think) AR fic. Btw, my HP fic is dead. Irrevocably. I'll be deleting it soon and we'll all be better off for it. Valeska Vampire Queen, Dreamcloudchild and True Colours, this is for you, for helping me through exams and generally being really good, nice people. :D Special thanks to Dreamcloudchild and True Colours as they have helped me to improve this fic immeasurably. This is just a short prologue to introduce the story, before I post a proper chapter.

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Disclaimer: If I were Anthony Horowitz, where would I keep the rights to AR? They must be hidden here somewhere… OF COURSE I DON'T OWN IT!!!!!

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Alex collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Finally, he was out of the hellhole of a country that he'd been packed off to a few weeks ago. He had been told he was to investigate certain dealings and rumours that had come to the attention of MI6 and were making them uneasy, rather like his first mission. Three agents sent in previously had been killed within weeks of arriving, and MI6 were desperate for information. As it turned out the rumours had been a lot closer to the truth than previously thought. This last mission had nearly ended in disaster, with Alex stepping in again to save the day. Although, at least I had some help this time. Forcing his eyes open, he regarded K-unit fondly. Even Wolf wasn't too bad… They were waiting to be debriefed now they were back on British soil, and had been put up in a rather nice hotel for the time being. Alex was lumped with Fox and Eagle while Wolf and Snake took the room next to them.

It was always interesting to watch them interact with each other. He'd done it at the training camp as well, but not as much. After all, at the time he was more concerned with surviving whatever new torture came his way. Now that he wasn't occupied, he watched them sleepily. It's funny, the way they act like a bunch of kids when they think no one's looking.

Wolf, of course, was the leader. Which meant he was the toughest. And the grumpiest. Alex had been on the receiving end of so many, many death threats and glares from Wolf, it didn't really bother him anymore. He grinned slightly, remembering the incident during the mission that had finally ensured they could all work together…

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